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Authors: Juliette Jaye
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everyone isn’t always exactly as they seem.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
When I hung up the phone, I stared at it for a minute, wondering about my mom’s cryptic warnings. What on earth was she going on about? I mean, she’d always been a little bit worried about me going to a foreign country and everything, but this seemed different somehow. Was she warning me about Christian? What could she possibly be going on about? I hadn’t seen him in years, no one had heard from him in all that time.
Well, I guess it was just mom being herself: overprotective of her baby, as always. I put the thought out of my head and went back to watching TV, mostly napping in front of it, then went to bed with Christian when he finally came home.
I’d have liked to say I knew what my mom was talking about as I thought about it over the next few days, but I didn’t get a chance to at all. The band’s tour was starting the next day, right here in London. To make things easier for the organizers, rather than staying at their respective homes the band were moved, along with all the staff, into a luxury hotel right downtown. That meant I was moving, too.
It still impressed me that the band had actually booked two whole floors of the hotel. I mean, wasn’t that just one of those things you heard about in movies? I thought so, but apparently not. The band members had one floor to themselves, all enormous suites (at least I assumed the others had rooms identical to ours, I never actually saw them) with the most luxurious of amenities.
“We’re staying here for like, four days. I’m pretty sure there’s going to be entire ROOMS in here that I’m not going to have gone into by the time we leave” I announced to Christian as I stood in the middle of our suite, amazed. I had to admit, my favourite part was the view over London. From the floor to ceiling glass windows lining the lavish living room I could see what felt like the entire city. Skyscrapers and landmarks I’d only seen on TV before were now just in front of me.
“Well, with a view like this, who needs to leave this room?” Christian replied as he came over to me, as though he was reading my mind.
“You’re right, it’s incredible.”
“Nothing but the best for you, Violet my dear” Christian replied, his mouth moving onto my neck.
Just as I leaned back to enjoy the feeling of him against my skin, there was a knock on the door. We separated quickly, and Christian answered. It was Andrea, the band’s manager. She entered and greeted me warmly. I’d only met her a few times, but she immediately made a good impression. With her blonde hair tied back, and always wearing a suit, she was the quintessential look of a professional. She was probably in her mid-40s, and seemed incredibly intelligent and professional as well as diligent. Christian often told me that if it wasn’t for Andrea’s near-magic skills at understanding the music industry, Deux Pamplemousses wouldn’t be nearly as famous as they were.
“Christian, we’re getting ready to go to rehearsal. Are you coming with us, Violet?”
“Umm, yeah I think I will, if that’s alright” I replied, looking at Christian.
“Of course, Violet. You’re definitely welcome, it’ll be like your own private concert” Christian replied, beaming.
I had to admit, the thought of it seemed pretty cool. I’d seen the band in music videos, and of course I’d sat in a few times as they recorded a new single, but that was all different. I’d never seen them in concert before, and I really wanted to. I wanted to see Christian, this man that I loved, work his magic.
We were piled up into a van, past hordes of screaming fans. It seemed as though someone had leaked information about what hotel we were staying at. While I immediately made my way through the crowd and into the van, Christian and the rest of the band stayed out for a few minutes, signing autographs, taking photos and saying hi until security decided
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
When I hung up the phone, I stared at it for a minute, wondering about my mom’s cryptic warnings. What on earth was she going on about? I mean, she’d always been a little bit worried about me going to a foreign country and everything, but this seemed different somehow. Was she warning me about Christian? What could she possibly be going on about? I hadn’t seen him in years, no one had heard from him in all that time.
Well, I guess it was just mom being herself: overprotective of her baby, as always. I put the thought out of my head and went back to watching TV, mostly napping in front of it, then went to bed with Christian when he finally came home.
I’d have liked to say I knew what my mom was talking about as I thought about it over the next few days, but I didn’t get a chance to at all. The band’s tour was starting the next day, right here in London. To make things easier for the organizers, rather than staying at their respective homes the band were moved, along with all the staff, into a luxury hotel right downtown. That meant I was moving, too.
It still impressed me that the band had actually booked two whole floors of the hotel. I mean, wasn’t that just one of those things you heard about in movies? I thought so, but apparently not. The band members had one floor to themselves, all enormous suites (at least I assumed the others had rooms identical to ours, I never actually saw them) with the most luxurious of amenities.
“We’re staying here for like, four days. I’m pretty sure there’s going to be entire ROOMS in here that I’m not going to have gone into by the time we leave” I announced to Christian as I stood in the middle of our suite, amazed. I had to admit, my favourite part was the view over London. From the floor to ceiling glass windows lining the lavish living room I could see what felt like the entire city. Skyscrapers and landmarks I’d only seen on TV before were now just in front of me.
“Well, with a view like this, who needs to leave this room?” Christian replied as he came over to me, as though he was reading my mind.
“You’re right, it’s incredible.”
“Nothing but the best for you, Violet my dear” Christian replied, his mouth moving onto my neck.
Just as I leaned back to enjoy the feeling of him against my skin, there was a knock on the door. We separated quickly, and Christian answered. It was Andrea, the band’s manager. She entered and greeted me warmly. I’d only met her a few times, but she immediately made a good impression. With her blonde hair tied back, and always wearing a suit, she was the quintessential look of a professional. She was probably in her mid-40s, and seemed incredibly intelligent and professional as well as diligent. Christian often told me that if it wasn’t for Andrea’s near-magic skills at understanding the music industry, Deux Pamplemousses wouldn’t be nearly as famous as they were.
“Christian, we’re getting ready to go to rehearsal. Are you coming with us, Violet?”
“Umm, yeah I think I will, if that’s alright” I replied, looking at Christian.
“Of course, Violet. You’re definitely welcome, it’ll be like your own private concert” Christian replied, beaming.
I had to admit, the thought of it seemed pretty cool. I’d seen the band in music videos, and of course I’d sat in a few times as they recorded a new single, but that was all different. I’d never seen them in concert before, and I really wanted to. I wanted to see Christian, this man that I loved, work his magic.
We were piled up into a van, past hordes of screaming fans. It seemed as though someone had leaked information about what hotel we were staying at. While I immediately made my way through the crowd and into the van, Christian and the rest of the band stayed out for a few minutes, signing autographs, taking photos and saying hi until security decided
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