Starstruck [H.S.]

3 AM Phone Conversations

The sound of my phone ringing jarred me awake. I looked at my bedside table 3 o'clock in the morning. "Who died?"

"What?"

"Harry?"

"Hi Cheeky."

"Hi." I yawned.

"You sound adorable when you wake up." His voice is somewhat scratchy, deeper than normal because he is probably tired. Raspier after having performed.

"I sound like Bea Arthur." I let out a snort.

He let out a laugh. "How was your day?"

"Mmm...s'okay. Just hung with the heathens. Cleaned. Did laundry. Domesticated stuff. Your show go okay?"

"Went well. Wasn't as much fun as last night."

"Flatterer." I climb out of bed, and stumble to the kitchen. Turning on the coffee pot.

"What are you doing?"

"Caffeine." I mumbled. After I fixed a cup I sat on the couch and took a sip. "Mmmm."

Harry coughed. "You always moan when you drink coffee?"

"If it doesn't make me moan it's not strong enough."

He coughed again. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sitting on my couch drinking my coffee. What are you doing?"

"Laying in bed on my tour bus."

"Where are you headed?"

"Texas."

I made a gagging noise.

He chuckled. "Don't like Texas?"

"Never been there. Just where all my exes live."

Harry paused.

"That was a joke...George Straight song...Ba dum tsss..."
I took another sip of coffee. "I don't have my best material before 4am."

He lets out a soft chuckle. "Ah. So tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" I cocked an eyebrow. Sipping my coffee again.

"Everything."

"Ummm k. Well I was born in 1987 My middle name is Lane. Funnily enough I was not named after a tree. My friends call me Pen. I lost my virginity at 20 to a guy with a micro penis... 0/10 would not recommend. I hate scary movies. I love to read. I like to color. My favorite colors are purple and teal. Movies and TV shows...obsessed. Love Golden Girls, and Serial Killer stuff. Criminal Minds, Bones, Buffy... I have tasted the rainbow. 10/10 would recommend. I have broken 3 bones in my lifetime. I had 2 c sections. I originally went to college to be a forensic nurse. I have an echoic memory. I'm deaf in my left ear... I love to cook. What else...oh yes. Music. Obsessed with it. Every Genre."

Harry was laughing. "That can't be everything."

"It's not. But I have to keep some air of mystery. Otherwise you'll get bored."

"Wait, what's an echoic memory?" He asks.

"Oh... that...." I laugh softly.

"What?"

"Ummm...I can remember everything that I hear." I admit.

"No fucking way..." His voice sounds disbelieving.

"I promise."

"Is that why...." He breaks off. "Never mind. Favorite song?"

"Hmmm. When we hang up I'll send it to you."