✨2019 Fiction Awards Winner in Best General Fiction✨
Completed 9/22/2019
Sequel: Reality
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Joslyn Trett is no stranger to the touring lifestyle, she's been on the road assisting her brothers band for years, until now. Joslyn...
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The next morning, I get up extra early to shower and get ready. I have to get Alex back to the hotel before anyone realizes he's not there. On top of that, he needs to shower and get ready himself before we have to meet the car to take us to the venue.
Calling a taxi, we both make it to the hotel in time without anyone noticing. While Alex takes a shower and gets dressed in his room, I go down to the complimentary breakfast to grab us both some coffee and food before we have to meet the car to take us to the venue.
In the car I have to multitask. In between bites of food and sips of coffee, I frantically flip through my planner to memorize today's schedule while trying not to spill anything. Thankfully, Alex grabs my cup when I'm not drinking from it, realizing my struggle and willing to help me out.
Getting out of the car and walking inside the venue, Alex and I immediately go to his dressing room to get him ready for the handful of interviews he has today.
"Whoa," Alex says as we step into his dressing room.
"Looks like you had fun last night." I chuckle, taking in Shay's appearance as she gets all of her products and supplies out at the vanity.
"Shut up," she blandly mumbles while glaring at us with her barely open eyes.
Alex takes a seat in her chair, ready to get his hair and light makeup done for the day. "Can you even see me?" he jokes, noticing her slits for eyes. "I mean, you look like a walking zomb—ow!"
"Yep. I can aim too," Shay says after hitting him in the back of the head.
"You're really mean when you're hungover," Alex mutters, rubbing the back of his head where she swatted him.
I just giggle and shake my head at their childlike behavior before taking a seat on the dressing room couch. I desperately need to check the emails that I didn't get to this morning.
"Joslyn," Alex says, turning around in his chair.
"Hmm?" I hum out, only glancing up at him for a moment, too consumed in skimming through my emails.
"Why aren't you sitting in your spot?" There's a slight frown on his face.
"Because I have to go through all of these emails, write in my planner, and attempt to book and schedule everything for next week."
"You can do all of that here." He pats the corner of the vanity where I usually sit when Shay gets him ready.
"Alex, there's not enough room for me to sit there and comfortably work."
"Sure there is," he says, standing up and walking over to me.
Before I know it, he's snatching my planner from the coffee table next to my laptop where I'm hunched over trying to read emails and write out a schedule at the same time.
