You can sing, you can dance, and you can rap. All in all you're a performer.
Except you aren't. Even though you want to be.
You want nothing more than to make music, sell out shows, and perform for people.
But the doors haven't opened for you...
Ariana's leg shakes, her hand clutching mine a little too tightly.
"Bae, you keep squeezin my hand like that and I'm gone have permanent nail marks on them."
She grimaces, quickly raising it and kissing the back," baby I'm so sorry." I wave it off and ask her what's wrong. Which causes her to look down, leg bouncing again.
"Hey, tell me what's goin on." I grab her waist and turn her to me a little. It takes her a minute before she meets my eyes and I can see the nervousness in those brown orbs. I then remember her telling me how scared she was about moving forward.
Gripping her hands in mine, I tell her," take some deep breaths babe," and she does." It's okay to be happy, like it's okay to be scared. Just know that this," I bring our hands to my heart," we a forever thing."
Not even a second later she's leaning forward and kissing me." I love you."
"I love you too." I smile brightly," and I love the fact that we're about to move in together." My words and smile bring one to her face and for these few short minutes I don't see the tired in her eyes nor feel it in my own body.
The last couple weeks have been insane. For one, Ariana dropped Positions and the night after that, I dropped Feelings.
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With the album being based around such a complicated concept: my feelings, I wanted to make the art for it simple. After a couple of different ideas, I decided to go with something that appeared to be worn but still, functional I guess, which also speaks to myself and my feelings.
As agreed on, me and Ariana did a joint Instagram listening party for, which was incredibly fun. With that we've also been doing an insane amount of promotion for it: interviews, performances, photoshoots. And of course we've been in back to back meetings for the tour.
Seeing as I've only been an opening act, I had no idea how incredibly hard this whole thing would be. We had to confirm the set list which, believe it or not, took some time(pleasing the label is a lot harder than I thought). Then there was choosing a theme or general vibe, holding auditions for dancers, getting venue confirmations, securing tour buses and flights, wardrobe, MORE promotion.
By the second week I felt like I was going to die of exhaustion. Having Ariana by my side definitely made it all the more better but she was just as tired. Only difference being she was used to it.
A bit of a break came when we finalized things with our real estate agent and picked out furniture for the house. With it being move in ready, as soon as we sign the paperwork the furniture store will ship everything there. Which is what we're on our way to do now.
The building looks exactly like some white picket fence house, except there's a sign outside in the lawn with the company name and number on it.
I get out and round the car, pulling the door open for her, and giving her a hand out. Together we walk up the path and into the place. My eyes scan the small open area for the woman we've been dealing with but I don't see her. Instead this guy walks up to us.
