Loving Oliver

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １４ Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ Ｂｌｕｅ】

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　１４　Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ　Ｂｌｕｅ】

Aspen and I began our work after we took time sipping on our expresso's together. She kept chirping about how excited she was to see the band. She's told me that she's seen the band perform before and this would be her third time.

"I just love Blue's voice. It hits you right in the soul ya know?" Aspen calls to me wiping down another table a few feet from me.

"Yeah. She has that effect on people. Her music is pretty powerful. I just love her writing. I heard she wrote with this up and coming artist Nash." I comment thoughtfully. I hadn't met Nash but from the way Blue talked I knew they were close. They had a strong bond. It reminded me of Ollie and me.

Ollie was always really good at writing. He always read my poetry and complimented. I always told him he was bias, but Ollie shook his head and smiled at me like he had this huge secret. Then he'd go back to playing the piano and I'd go back to writing and our Sunday's would be lulled into comfort by his playing.

"I hear they went to high school together. He toured with her for a year or so before working on his first solo album. He's supposed to open for her you know. Tonight, I mean. I sure hope so. I can't wait to hear him sing live." Aspen's excitement was contagious, and I found myself excited to go to Blue's concert.

I had sent Blue an email last night letting her know I would be in attendance to fully support her for her last concert in Nashville for tour. She returned the email within an hour and I found warmth in her words. She was ecstatic and missing me. And Tristan was driving her crazy with his pranks on tour.

Yeah I felt for her because I knew Tristan was a handful.

"I have an extra tee shirt if you would like. It's from their first tour. It might be a little loose on you, but you're welcome to it." Aspen offers with a smile as her eyes warm at the idea.

I toss my dirty rag inside of the bin I had filled with dirty dishes and head over to the bar to grab a drink of water.

"Thanks, but I have an old tee shirt I got from their first tour too." I smile gratefully. It was her first Los Angeles show three summers ago before they had blown up huge. I had gone to her show as part of a PR package from my agency. When I had just started modeling.

]The agency flew us to LA, put us in a hotel, paid for our car service, and even got us backstage passes to meet the band. Blue had been the nicest and became an instant friend in the crazy world of Hollywood, press, pap, and an ally in the entertainment industry. I had always admired her will to remain perfectly herself despite the pressure that came with the role.

I once watched Blue tell a photographer to "fuck off" because he asked her to show a little more skin than she felt comfortable doing. He was canned that day and the magazine editor apologized profusely to her and promised something like that would never happen again. When her twin brother heard about the incident he went ballistic.

There were no other photoshoots that he didn't take or organize and supervisor after the incident. But he had come into his own right as a sought-after photographer from nature to editorial fashion. He always had his side projects and galleries, but he was part of Blue's crew. Wherever they went, they went together. They were inseparable and supported each other endlessly. It was pretty adorable.

Actually, Blue's entire band and family were adorable. And Blue's husband was an amazing cook. Noah had made the best original baked goods and every time I saw them he always had some sort of canister of cookies or muffins.