"OK Levine, what is it?" I said, putting my large iced mocha on the raised wooden table.
"Not it, who." He corrected me, using his usual sarcastic tone. "It's Blake. He's having a baby."
I immediately started asking questions. "He is? Or is Miranda? Why is that bad? It's great! I'm so proud of him! I can't wait to see him…I mean her! Is it a boy or a girl? Wow! This is so so great! I am SO happy fo-"Adam cut me off.
"Whoa, Christina… I'm happy too, but I don't think he'll be able to do The Voice. He wants to take some time off to be with Miranda", he said.
Like an idiot, I blurted out my first thought. "BLAKE SHELTON IS LEAVING THE VOICE?!" Oh, god. That was stupid.
Adam sunk down in his chair, and the entire restaurant turned to look. I got up and rushed into the bathroom, shutting myself inside and slamming my back against the locked door. I sank down onto the carpet. Since when were starbucks' bathrooms this nice? Why had I done that? Now Blake would hate me forever, and the entire world would know he might be leaving, and us getting a new coach.
I heard a voice outside the door "Christina? You in there?"
"Adam, this is a women's bathroom."
"Except you're not using the bathroom."
"You don't know that." I stated, reluctantly cracking the door open. The flashes of cameras were blinding. It was amazing how fast reporters could show up. Adam rushed in and shut the door behind him. I locked it back. I could still hear the muffled screams of reporters, fans, and workers. We were absolutely NOT coming out.
"Thank you so much", he said, sinking down beside me. "They were killing me out there, I had a headache. And since when do these bathrooms have carpet?"
"Exactly!" I exclaimed. Apparently the reporters heard me because they started pounding at the door again.
"STOP IT!" Adam screamed so loudly that I fell over completely and covered my ears. It impressed me though, how he would just scream at them like that. Most celebrities know better than to scream at the paparazzi. But apparently he didn't care now. I heard them being dragged away by security. I wasn't moving, though, with so many fans out there. They just don't move. It's weird.
"We have to get out of here sometime, you know", I suggested once some of the paparazzi were gone.
"Well what do you have in that purse?"
Oh yeah, I did bring my purse. I grabbed it and hopefully began to rummage through all the pockets. "Let's see…I got…mints, and some lipstick, a phone…"
"An iPhone?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You got angry birds?"
I lightly punched him in the arm. "Adam Levine! This is serious! We just told the whole world that Blake is leaving the show!" I sighed, "At least they don't know about the baby…"
"Well…"
"ADAM!"
"I had to."
"Don't you know that's like a celebrity's worst secret?! Miranda will KILL you! Every single one of the tabloids in LA will be stalking us-and them! What are you gonna do?!" I screamed. How could he have done this?
"Me?"
"Yes, you! And me…"
"Just calm down. I'll call Blake. I'm sure he'll understand. I mean, he's country. Speaking of country, I…I love your shirt?" he lied.
"Quit trying to change the subject!" I exclaimed. "Let me call Blake, maybe I can be reasonable about this."
"You? Reasonable?" I gave him a look. "I'll shut up now." He said, almost like a little kid that just got in trouble. I had these people trained well.
I pulled out my iPhone with the personally designed rhinestone phone case and dialed 16, and then hit talk. Yes, I have Blake on speed dial. Don't judge me.
"Hello?" said a voice on the other line. I took a deep breath.
