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Chapter 2
So I'm in love with my assistant. Big whoop. Nobody knows anyway. Well, I hope nobody knows. Jeez, that would be embarrassing. In fact, one of my singles I wrote is actually about him. Edward, that is. It's called "Too Bad" and it was number 1 in the charts for 6 weeks. But he doesn't know it was about him. As I sing it on stage, in front of thousands, I think about him. Just a little. Thankfully I know the song well enough that I can think about something else while singing it, like with the national anthem. I sing this song also as an encore, and go off stage for the final time. Best tour I've ever done. Everyone smiles at me as I walk through backstage. They've had fun too.
"Well done, Miss. Swan!" Mark hollers.
"Yeah, go Penny!" agrees Liss. Penny is my stage name. I came up with it because my last name is Swan, right? So a female swan is called a Pen, so I turned it into Penny. It makes sense in my mind.
"Nice job, kid," Steve says and gives me a pat on the back. Edward also gives me a smile. I smile back, because, you know, he's done heaps for me on this tour. I should thank him, like Mark said I should. But I'm not going to. If I have a change of heart now, he'll know something's up. I want to keep my secret love for him just that. A secret.
"Ugh, it's so good to be going home!" I comment as we are about to board the plane. 'We' being the people who live in LA, which consists of me, Edward, Liss and Steve. Mark lives in Orlando, so he gets a different plane. He has to ride with all the band members, who are very tired and very hung over from last night's afterparty.
"I agree. I miss Martha," Steve complains. Despite what you might think, Martha is not Steve's wife, or even girlfriend. Martha is his dog. Don't ask.
"Jeez, Steve. Stop pining for your mutt," I say jokingly.
"Which seat are sitting in?" Liss asks.
"Um, 7F," I answer. Of course we're near the front of the plane, in first class. A luxury every rock star must have. Once you've been in first class, you never go back.
"Okay, your sitting next to Edward then. He's in 7E," Liss adds with a smirk. And a trace of disappointment. Great. 5 and a half hours of small chat with Edward. Shouldn't be too bad. At least I get to look at him.
As we get on the plane, some people in Economy recognise me.
"Oh my gosh! It's Penny! Look!" Jeez. If anyone tries to hug me I think I'm gonna have to use these big security guys behind me. Why didn't I take the private plane? Oh that's right. My mother took it for a joy ride and never came back with it. My mother is not someone you'd typically want to have around. She's a bit… strange. I haven't seen her since. People tell me she's in Hawaii or something. My father is in prison for reasons I'd rather not mention. Growing up it was always my mom and me. I never really had a father figure around. My mom was rarely home, and she really didn't care about me in the first place. As I moved into my teenage years, my house became the home of parties and other booze related things. I never really got out of the habit. Hence why I am so hung over from last night. Luckily these seats are big enough that you can actually sleep in them.
"So… bet you're looking forward to seeing Jessica, huh?" I ask Edward, who has just sat down.
"Yeah. I miss her a lot." I can imagine. The stewardess comes past with the drinks tray.
"What would you like to drink ma'am?" she asks with a smile. No doubt she just wants to go home too.
"Beer, please," I order.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea. I mean, you're already hung over from last night. Should you really be drinking?" Edward asks me with a father like tone to it.
"Sure I'm sure."
"Ma'am?" The stewardess asks again.
"Water please, for her," Edward answers before I have a chance to open my mouth. She sets the water bottle on the tray table and walks to the next row.
"I wanted beer," I complain.
"You shouldn't be drinking. You need sleep." He gets a pillow from under his seat and puts it behind my head. It's really cushy. It makes me want to sleep… I yawn. Edward laughs and mutters something that sounded like 'silly rock star', but I can't be sure, because I am half asleep. As I drift off into the land of the sandman, I hear my favourite sound in the world. His laughter.
"Miss. Swan? Do you think the tour was a success?"
"Is there any truth to the rumour that you and your manager are in a relationship?"
"Did the tour produce enough money for you?"
These questions are thrown at me almost every time I appear in public. Well, not every time… but at the airport I am flooded with reporters from every paper. They always ask about rumours that they found out on the internet. Of course all of these rumours are bullshit. Just some random making up stuff because they are jealous and couldn't fulfil their own dreams because they have no talent. Funny, they're just like reporters.
"Hey, piss off, you scum!" Steve yells as we step out of the airport.
"Is the limo here yet?" Edward asks. Yes, I take a limo. A rock star deserves no less.
"No. The driver screwed up and went to the wrong terminal. I told him he can go screw himself. So another one's coming," Steve says angrily.
"Aw, man," I complain. It's hot here, and there is nothing more I want that to be in an air-conditioned limo with lots of alcohol. Cold alcohol. Other than to elope with Edward. But the first one I made public.
"I know, I know. It sucks," Steve assures me.
"Yeah. Good thing I keep a spare," I say as I take a beer out of my bag. Well, you never know when you might need it. Like now. Edward looks at with a shocked look. I am about to open it when Edward snatches it from me and chucks it in a bin nearby. He frowns at me.
"Jeez, I knew you like beer, but you are on the edge of being an alcoholic! You have absolutely no idea how dangerous it can be do you?" Edward says. His outburst leaves me silent. Just like everyone else. They all stare at him with a 'you did not just do that' expression. I stare at blankly. He is puffing form his outburst. Once I have regained myself, I speak.
"It's not your decision to make," I say blandly. Thank god at that moment, the limo arrives. I get in first, followed by Steve and Elisa. Edward is still frozen. Eventually he realizes that people are staring at him, he gets in the front with the driver. Although I love Edward like my own heart (something I can not do without), he can get awfully angry sometimes. He'll go off at the littlest thing. Like me and my special relationship with alcohol. Ah, beer. The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems. See Edward rarely drinks, so he doesn't understand. I think about this on my way home. Elisa notices.
"Hey, don't let him get you down. You know how he gets about booze," she comforts.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just thinking. About stuff. Home."
"Me too. You know my cat? Yeah she's been fed by my next door neighbour. I sincerely hope Kitty isn't dead, because my neighbour's, like, crazy and she…" She continues to rant for a while.
Meanwhile, I continue to think.
