a story about how a fake - turned real - love affair between one very famous singer and one up and coming singer becomes a whirlwind of drama, distractions and difficulties, will they manage to escape unscathed?
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natalie atkins 09:28AM pittsburgh, pennsylvania.
this was our final day in pennsylvania before we drove off to our next location, ohio. today was also the day that both me and shawn got to try on our outfits for the american music awards, i was so excited to wear an armani.
i get three days off after this last show and it's in those three days that we will be flying back to new york for two days to try the outfits on before flying back to ohio to continue the tour, and from what juliana told me the outfits will get sent to us when we arrive to conneticut, then we have to get on a red-eye flight to new york again for the american music awards.
"you know, i've been thinking about what you told me in new york." shawn begins, i look up to him.
we were currently tangled in the bed sheets of the hotel room, ever since we had that conversation in new york we've been closer than ever, however the thought of me being a rebound still haunts me. "yeah?"
"maybe, you should write some songs about ethan." his name still stings in my heart, especially when it's out of the blue. "it could help you heal." he suggests, wrapping an arm tightly around me.
"i mean, i don't know. i feel like it would be a violation of his privacy, even if he isn't around anymore, you know?" i mumble.
shawn nods his head, "i get that, maybe you could speak to his parents and see what they'd say?" he suggests and i shake my head.
"i can't. ever since the accident they've wanted nothing to do with me or my family because they blame my brother for his death but since he's not around and they can't really blame him, they blame us. we haven't spoken to them since the funeral." i whisper quietly, the events of that day burning in the back of my mind.
"i'm sure they'll be willing to speak to you, sure they were mad in the beginning but now? i'm sure they've understood that it was a freak accident." he mumbles.
he could be right, maybe i will speak to them again, granted that they still live at their old address.
"i have some songs that i wrote about him, but i never finished them." i say quietly, "i couldn't bring myself to finish them."
"well maybe when we go back you could talk to them?" he suggests, i nod my head.
it's worth a shot, i guess.
my phone begins to buzz violently on the nightstand so i turn to see who it was and it was juliana.
