She arched a brow. “No, it’snot.”
“It fuckingis!”
“Noah, everyone in the free world has seen your video…” She pointed at me. “Amazing PR move by the way, sales have skyrocketed—but that’s beside the point, you have shows. Sold out shows. You can’t leave to go find her.” She grabbed a piece of paper from the edge of her desk and scribbled something on it. “She’ll be wherever she is when you get throughtouring.”
“Jesus.” I pushed up from the chair. “You don’t ownme.”
“No, I don’t. The label does. Congratulations on being famous, sweet cheeks.” She held the piece of paper out. “Here, go fill this and just relax for the next threemonths.”
I walked to the desk, snatched the piece of paper from her hand, and stared down at the little blue prescriptionform.
“What the hell isthis?”
“Xanax. You needsome.”
“You aren’t even adoctor.”
She rolled a shoulder and smirked. “I am as far as Capstone Records isconcerned.”
I balled it up and tossed it at her. “I don’t need that load of shit.” Then I left the office, fuming all the way down the elevator and into thelobby.
“Hey, Noah,” some girl said as I stormed toward theexit.
I grunted and shoved the doors open, walking in an angry daze to the parking lot. “I just want three days. Three days. One day to get there. One day to see her. One day to bring her back,” I mumbled to myself before climbing into my car and drivingoff.
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“Now boarding priority for Delta flight 248 bound for Perth,Australia.”
“Tell me I can’t have three fucking days,” I mumbled as I pushed away from the wall. I pulled my ball cap down when I stepped up to the attendant desk and scanned the ticket on myphone.
“Enjoy your flight Mr.…” there was the pause, the moment a fan tried to maintain their professionalism. “Mr.Greyson.”
When I glanced up and smiled, her cheeks reddened. “Thanks,” I said, staring at the boarding pass on my phone. The loud hum of the generators on the jet bridge were almost like the sound of home thesedays.
Once on the plane, I quickly found my spot and stowed my carryon away before falling into the comfy first-class seat. I pulled one of her letters out of my pocket, staring at the words: I lovedyou.
A lady with box-dyed black hair and a leopard print shirt waddled down the aisle and plopped in the seat next to me. I tucked the letters safely away. “So you’re my flying buddy today, huh?” she said with agrin.
“Looks likeit.”
“It’s my first time to Australia. I’ve always dreamed ofgoing.”
Great! She was a talker. “Yeah, it’s a niceplace.”
“Oh, you’ve been?” She gave me a quick once-over. “Oh, you must be goinghome.”
I narrowed my eyes. “No, just going tovisit.”
“Oh, well.” She shimmied down in her seat before popping her purse open and pulling out a pack of gum. “You had this look on your face like you were going home. Something in your eyes.” She took a piece of gum, then offered me astick.
“I’m fine…thanks.”
Sighing, she dropped her purse to the floor as a stewardess came by followed by a few passengers. “You know,” the lady said. “You look awfullyfamiliar.”
“Yeah…I get that alot.”
She studied my face. “Uncanny resemblance tosomebody.”
