BPOV
The end of March brings us to Ohio and shows 15 and 16 on the roster. This first leg of the tour is when you realize you're really stuck on a bus almost 24/7, and boredom starts to set in. I keep looking for it in Edward, but he spends a lot of time playing guitar and working on new songs or different arrangements for some of Chance Music's back catalog.
Tanya and Rosalie are on the bus with us, and it's nice to have them here. They've been driving separately with Rose's husband, Emmett, but when Tanya told her how awesome it was to drive into New York on the bus, Rose bought it hook, line, and sinker. Truth is Tanya's tired of my shit.
She knows something is up with me, but since I won't spill my guts, she's not talking to me anymore unless it's about work. At least Rosalie is speaking to me, but she keeps asking why Tanya and I are fighting. T is honestly my best friend, but I know she's just going to tell me I'm being an idiot.
This month has been eye-opening for me in more ways than one.
Edward is kind and caring; when we have a meet and greet with fans or VIP's, he's always sure to give everyone ample and equal time. He likes kids and likes to teach them how to play a chord on his guitar or the piano.
He's funny and charming; he tells dad jokes that his own father texts him every day and tells these hilarious stories while he gestures wildly and enthusiastically. He can command the crowd at our shows and got the show in Cleveland last night to do the wave. The fans adore him.
He's also just a sweet guy. Tanya had stayed on the bus for the first week, and we synced up our periods. With Rosalie driving with Emmett and both of us suffering, Edward asked the driver to make a pit stop and went in and bought us chocolate and stick-on heating pads for our cramps. It's a small thing, but he was a champ in our eyes.
I'm not sure when it happened, but I developed a crush on Edward. It sucks, especially after I turned him down when he tried to kiss me just before the tour started. Now, I'd give anything for the feel of his lips pressed against mine.
This is why Tanya won't talk to me. She knows how I'm feeling, but I refuse to talk about it, especially on the bus with a lot of ears. The problem is that I don't think it would be a good idea. Look at Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham or Britney and Justin or Miranda Lambert and Blake Shelton. You get it.
I, like, really like him, so I don't want that to happen. I don't want to date Edward Cullen. I don't want to fall in love with him.
Except, I think maybe I do.
Wicked Game cover by David Cook