Rumours – Adam Lambert featuring Tove Lo
I guess we're in deep
I guess we go higher
You'll never believe
What I heard on the wire
I know it ain't right
It's getting so tired
If we put up a fight
We'll be fuelling the fire
Cause now all the things that we said and done
Twisted around, turned 'em wrong
Feel like all the love is gone
We lost it
We get stuck up inside of our heads
Talk shit 'till we're walking dead
Talk shit 'till we're walking dead
Why do we care about the rumours, baby?
Yeah, why do we care about the rumours, baby?
Oh, cause I don't need to lie to you
You'll never break my heart
Yeah, you'll find the truth here in my arms
So can you tell me why do we care about the rumours baby?
The envy runs deep
The jealousy down low
It's easy to see
But it's harder to let go
We ain't gonna hide
We ain't gonna hide
We know what they don't know
A hell of a ride
I swear I'll hold you close
Cause now all the things that we said and done
Twisted around turned 'em wrong
Feels like all the love is gone
We lost it
We get stuck up inside of our heads
Talk shit 'till we're walking dead
Talk shit 'till we're walking dead
Why do we care about the rumours baby?
Yeah, why do we care about the rumours baby?
Cause I don't need to lie to you
You'll never break my heart
Yeah, you'll find the truth here in my arms
So can you tell me why do we care about the rumours?
Try to keep an open heart
Try to just let down your guard
Don't, don't care about the rumours, babe
Get out of the gossip game
Get out of the haterade
Don't , don't care, don't care about the rumours
Don't, don't care, don't care about the rumours
Rumours
Don't care about the rumours
Why do we care about the rumours, baby?
Yeah, why do we care about the rumours, baby?
Cause I don't need to lie to you
You'll never break my heart
Yeah, you'll find the truth here in my arms
So can you tell me why do we care about the rumours baby?
In hindsight, although incredibly dim, Penelope did enjoy talking to her brother-in-laws. They were the best part of her two sister's marriages. When she saw Colin walk into the ball, she excused herself to speak to him.
"Good evening." Was he still angry with her? "How is your hand?" He was still wearing a bandage on his hand. Hopefully it wasn't too serious.
"Much better, thanks to you." It would not have happened if she had not read his journal.
"I'm sorry again for reading your writing. But you truly write so well." She had felt immersed in the world his words described. So much so that she longed to visit Paris. "You make it seem effortless, which is difficult to do." She had written enough Lady Whistledown columns to know exactly how difficult. "I'd very much like to read more one day if you would let me."
He studied her for a moment. "Should we make an agreement?" What sort of agreement? "I will consider it if you speak to at least one Lord tonight." Speaking to them was not the problem. It was making sense that was often the problem. And yet part of her thought he had issued the challenge because he was certain that she would not accept it.
"Very well. Whom do you suggest?" Hopefully someone who was not part of a crowd. That way she would only be rejected by one instead of many.
Colin glanced around the ballroom. "Him. Lord Basilio." At least the gentleman in question was alone.
"Lord Basilio is a Viscount." Couldn't he have picked someone of lesser standing? Did he not remember the whole fan incident? At least she had left the fan at home.
"And you are Penelope Featherington." He said it as if she was of great importance. "Do not forget that. He is all yours."
Armed with the courage she had gotten from Colin's words she approached the table the Viscount was standing by as though she had no seen him. "Good evening Miss Featherington."
That was a good start. At least he was speaking to her. "Oh, Lord Basilio, I did not see you there." Hopefully that wasn't too obvious.
"No matter. I cultivate reserve these days anyway." Had she offended him or was something else wrong? After all, she was used to being ignored and Lord Basilio might not be.
"Life is too short for that, is it not?" She had not expected him to start crying. "Lord Basilio, are you quite well?" Apparently the Viscount's horse had died and he was quite inconsolable and therefore excused himself.
"Pen, what happened?" Colin, however had stuck around to watch her attempt. Still it was no worse than her previous attempt.
"His horse recently died." She was struggling to keep a straight face. She felt sorry for the beast, but what were the chances that the one gentleman that Colin had chosen for her would be mourning his prized stallion.
"You are joking." Colin was finding it amusing as well, which made it all the more difficult not to laugh herself.
"I am not." Now he was fully laughing. "Colin!" They should not be laughing at the distressed Viscount. He had clearly been fond of the animal.
"Forgive me." Mirth was still dancing in his eyes. "Um, I did not know. Surely someone here is not in mourning. We shall gallop along." It was a bad pun but funny just the same. Suddenly this ball was a lot more fun to be attending.
She felt herself break into laughter. "Colin!" At least she had managed the beginning of a conversation. It had built up her confidence enough to try speaking to Lord Remington with Colin watching from a safe distance.
"Colin … Lord Remington has asked to call on me tomorrow." She could not believe she had been successful.
"Well that is excellent. Do you like him?" She hadn't thought about it. She was just relieved she hadn't babbled incessantly. Lord Remington was quite a good conversationalist.
"I did enjoy myself." She had. Lord Remington had been easy to talk to or perhaps she was just becoming more confident with what she said. "Very much."
"I'm certain he did as well." There seemed to be a lot of attention directed their way. A lot of whispering which Colin had also noticed. "Pardon me, what are you whispering about?"
"Mr Bridgerton, we were wondering why an eligible gentleman such as yourself would help a spinster find a husband." The woman's cruel words were like a bucket of cold water being thrown over her. She had not even tried to sugar coat them.
"Especially someone who is so beyond hope of success." It was one thing having self doubts, but entirely another having someone else voice them. The thing was that if any of these mamas thought their comments would push Colin in the direction of their daughters, they were mistaken. Colin had no time for fake or mean people. And these women were spouting pure venom.
"Mmm… It's actually all rather sad." Of course Lady Cowper would not miss an opportunity to utter some acid laced comment. She could tell that's where Cressida got her attitude from.
That was one comment too many. She put her glass down and walked out with the one thread of dignity she had left. Comments of Lady Whistledown's next edition followed her out of the ballroom.
"Pen, wait!" She would not stop. It would save him any further embarrassment. It was already too late for her "Eloise! Did you tell anyone of my helping Penelope?" She was not sticking around to hear Eloise's answer.
Climbing into the carriage she waited until it pulled away before allowing the tears to fall. She should have known better than to think she had a chance at happiness and being free of her family.
There was no avoiding putting tonight's disaster in Lady Whistledown. To do so would be akin to pointing street sign in her direction saying Lady Whistledown. Her mama would not let her hear the end of this either. One thing was for sure, Lord Remington would not be calling on her tomorrow. What progress she had made tonight had crumbled and blown away in the breeze.