Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

We caught the red eye from New York to LA, Noah's head was resting in my lap fast asleep. After he charmed all the air hostesses and convinced them to show him the cockpit he was finally exhausted. I glanced over to Monique so relaxed reclined in her chair, eye mask on breathing calmly and regularly. I wish I could relax and sleep. I stared out into the dark sky, pondering, wondering. What would I say, I had had the conversation a hundred times, more like a million times in my head, but would I be strong enough to say it to him? It's a lot easy to have a conversation with yourself.

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Adam

In just 5 years I had gone from that no hoper couch jumper, always down to my last $12, it was always $12 never twenty but $12. Now I'm what the media portrays as "The Cocky Rocker douche bag modelizer" I write songs about making a girl smile, and I'm a douche sure. IVE DATED 2 models, I've also dated 2 teachers so does that make me a teacher? No it doesn't! The Cocky Rocker I agree with, cause will what would a band be without a slightly cocky front man?

Tonight was our final show in our home town, LA it had been a long tour. I loved touring, well not touring but the feeling of being on stage every night. It's an in describable pleasure, it's overwhelming at times. Tonight's what we call the "friends and family show", aka when I turn my phone off till after the show. There once was a time where I could stick a hoodie on and casually walk through a crowd pre concert and only be noticed by a few. Now it's hard to get from the bus to the dressing room. So currently I'm standing on the platform on the dome, people watching, binoculars in hand. The types of people that attend our concerts amaze me, there isn't a type for "maroon 5 fans" each one is unique. As I scanned the crowd I caught sight of something I think of often when I'm alone at night. "Levine get it together your hallucinating, she's long gone, get over her already" I tried to rationalise to my romantic self, but my curious self scanned again, easily finding her, she looked older but I knew it was her. I could feel it in my heart. Wholly Fuck, what was she doing her

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