It’s the same procedure every time we tour. It’s who I am. After all these years, I am the perfectionist. My mom taught me to be meticulous about details in my life. There is one detail I want to inspect with meticulous care. Little Miss Quinn. I need to get out of here.
“I know. If you need me, I am heading to the music room. Don’t disturb me unless it’s urgent. Tayla, good to see you wearing our merch.” Her smile lights the room.
“Thank you, I love the tank.” Once I have my coffee I make my way to the staircase. In the music room, I close the door. As soon as I slip into the chair, my eyes close. Visions of her scorched into my mind. In so many positions until she’s screaming my name.
Glancing at my phone, I notice it’s three-thirty. I am almost home. Work has kept me busy, but my thoughts were filled with blue eyes and tattooed arms. Callum hasn’t been around today, so I spent my day with Ryan and Liam. They’re so much fun. It was as if I was part of the team. There wasn’t any animosity or frustration. Both impressed at how quickly I set up the drums and keyboards. Working with the crew will be easy since they've been with the band for years.
I was in a good mood when I left and walked home. It was warm out and I reveled in the vitamin D since I had been indoors most of the time. Also, to clear my mind and calm myself down. Tonight was my dinner with Callum. I sent a quick text to Emma. I needed my sister. We have missed each other online and today I had to talk to her. My news will shock her. She knows how I feel, or felt rather, about Callum.
T: I am almost home. Skype in ten minutes?
I hit send. Fishing my keys from my purse, I unlock the door and step inside the quiet apartment. In the kitchen, I turn the kettle on and get my coffee cup ready. My mind is in a state of uncertainty at the prospect of spending the night with him. Alone. Back in the living room, I plug in my laptop to charge.
I wonder what I should wear? I cannot believe I agreed to do this. Not standing up to his challenge was not an option, though. He would try his utmost to frustrate me. My sister would kill me when she found out I am going to dinner with Callum. She has had the biggest crush on him for ages. With his dark messy spikes and sky-blue eyes, she was bewitched. Every time he posted a selfie on Twitter or Instagram she went absolutely nuts.
The kettle boiled, and I made myself a coffee. Getting comfortable at my desk, I open Skype and log in. I see Emma is online already and hit the call button. “Hello, love! I have to tell you what happened. You will not bloody believe it.” Her voice is loud and shrill, and her accent is slightly British. With a giggle, I sit back and sip the hot liquid. She always makes me laugh. The overly passionate personality bubbles through with every word she says. Her excitement over every aspect of her life is amazing. My heart races when I think about telling her the situation I got myself into. At twenty-eight, I am older by three years, and I think it shows more often than not.
“What happened, Emm?” She gushes about the guy she works with. Apparently he is taking her to Paris Fashion Week. He’s hot, rich, and well connected. I giggle at her enthusiasm. After twenty minutes of details, ranging from his favorite foods to the way his abs look when he’s working out, I have a perfect idea of the man that my sister is now head over heels for.
“So what’s your news? How is LA? And the new job?” She shoots questions at me and when she eventually gives me a second to reply, I take a deep breath.
“LA hasn’t changed since you left. My job… it’s... Well, it’s different. I mean, it’s what I want to do, but it’s scary.” I keep quiet hoping to buy time, but she presses me for more information.
“Yes, okay, who is the band? You said they’re famous.”
“Uhm… Well, I…” My phone beeps as I am about to come clean.
“Tay, come on tell me?
“I know. If you need me, I am heading to the music room. Don’t disturb me unless it’s urgent. Tayla, good to see you wearing our merch.” Her smile lights the room.
“Thank you, I love the tank.” Once I have my coffee I make my way to the staircase. In the music room, I close the door. As soon as I slip into the chair, my eyes close. Visions of her scorched into my mind. In so many positions until she’s screaming my name.
Glancing at my phone, I notice it’s three-thirty. I am almost home. Work has kept me busy, but my thoughts were filled with blue eyes and tattooed arms. Callum hasn’t been around today, so I spent my day with Ryan and Liam. They’re so much fun. It was as if I was part of the team. There wasn’t any animosity or frustration. Both impressed at how quickly I set up the drums and keyboards. Working with the crew will be easy since they've been with the band for years.
I was in a good mood when I left and walked home. It was warm out and I reveled in the vitamin D since I had been indoors most of the time. Also, to clear my mind and calm myself down. Tonight was my dinner with Callum. I sent a quick text to Emma. I needed my sister. We have missed each other online and today I had to talk to her. My news will shock her. She knows how I feel, or felt rather, about Callum.
T: I am almost home. Skype in ten minutes?
I hit send. Fishing my keys from my purse, I unlock the door and step inside the quiet apartment. In the kitchen, I turn the kettle on and get my coffee cup ready. My mind is in a state of uncertainty at the prospect of spending the night with him. Alone. Back in the living room, I plug in my laptop to charge.
I wonder what I should wear? I cannot believe I agreed to do this. Not standing up to his challenge was not an option, though. He would try his utmost to frustrate me. My sister would kill me when she found out I am going to dinner with Callum. She has had the biggest crush on him for ages. With his dark messy spikes and sky-blue eyes, she was bewitched. Every time he posted a selfie on Twitter or Instagram she went absolutely nuts.
The kettle boiled, and I made myself a coffee. Getting comfortable at my desk, I open Skype and log in. I see Emma is online already and hit the call button. “Hello, love! I have to tell you what happened. You will not bloody believe it.” Her voice is loud and shrill, and her accent is slightly British. With a giggle, I sit back and sip the hot liquid. She always makes me laugh. The overly passionate personality bubbles through with every word she says. Her excitement over every aspect of her life is amazing. My heart races when I think about telling her the situation I got myself into. At twenty-eight, I am older by three years, and I think it shows more often than not.
“What happened, Emm?” She gushes about the guy she works with. Apparently he is taking her to Paris Fashion Week. He’s hot, rich, and well connected. I giggle at her enthusiasm. After twenty minutes of details, ranging from his favorite foods to the way his abs look when he’s working out, I have a perfect idea of the man that my sister is now head over heels for.
“So what’s your news? How is LA? And the new job?” She shoots questions at me and when she eventually gives me a second to reply, I take a deep breath.
“LA hasn’t changed since you left. My job… it’s... Well, it’s different. I mean, it’s what I want to do, but it’s scary.” I keep quiet hoping to buy time, but she presses me for more information.
“Yes, okay, who is the band? You said they’re famous.”
“Uhm… Well, I…” My phone beeps as I am about to come clean.
“Tay, come on tell me?
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