Falling Down(147)

"I love you, Lucy."
"I know you do. I love you too."
There's a knock on the door. "Yeah," I shout.
In they all come and I don't give a f*ck if they think I'm a * for crying a few tears or getting down on my knees to beg forgiveness from the woman I love more than life itself.
This woman taught me to feel. She taught me to love. She taught me that some things are more important than pride, and she's that something.




Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucy
Recording the self-titled Blush album only took ten days. I'm not sure if that was normal or if Cage had people working extra to get this done as soon as possible, but it's done. While it was hard work, long hours, it was so much fun. I still shake my head when I think about Blush having an album. Dreams do come true. So far I've had two of them come true.
We're kind of rushing everything so we can tour with Falling Down. It's only been two months since we started the entire process with Cage, but so far we've finished recording, made a video, and have had a single released. We decided to not go with Blush for our first single. We wanted something hard and dirty instead of soft. We went with Lick. It's sexual, it's gritty, and it's hard. It's been well received, thank goodness. I guess after that live hour of recording and our little on-air discussion we had no clue was on-air, the media and the public decided we weren't a joke and that they were going to give us a chance.
In three weeks we go on tour with Falling Down. On. Tour. With. Falling. Down. I still can't believe it. Today, though, I'm getting scolded by my mother for getting my tattoos. This is the first chance we've had to get together for her cook out. I'm feigning sleep on a lounger so she leaves me alone.
"That 3D ink Harley added looks so wicked," Meggie says from a lounger next to me.
"Yeah, he's an incredible artist. He wouldn't let me pay him for the 3D. He said my payment would be getting his name out to the public. Apparently Jesse's not so good at PR."
"You aren't either, that's why you've got Celeste."
"Exactly. See? I'm brilliant at PR," I snicker and take a drink of soda.
"Where'd Jesse go?" Sera asks from my other side.
"I don't know. He was talking to daddy last I saw. Why? Do you need him for something?"
"No. He's just usually up your ass."
"Jealousy isn't becoming, sister dear."
"Oh, there's no jealousy in that statement. Besides, I'm quite content with the way things are going for me."
"Hmm. How are things going for you? Is it Cage? Or is it Ben?"
She shrugs. "Undecided. Cage is… not always available. Ben lives behind a stone fortress. I may start looking for someone less complicated."
"There's always Trace."
"Hmm. I've been considering that."
"I think he's been considering you as well," Meggie tells her.
"I can't believe we're playing Vegas tomorrow night," Jace says sitting at the end of my lounger. "I'm so psyched."
"I'm nervous, so let's not discuss it. Let's discuss gambling before the concert."
"Yes, let's," Meggie chimes. "A little blackjack."
"Not for me. I'm strictly a slots girl," I admit. "I'm not so good with the cards. Seriously bad luck."
"She's not kidding," Sera adds. "It's pitiful."
"Gee, thanks."
"Oh man, here comes your mom."
"Fuck. I'm sleeping."
Sera snorts. Yeah, I know it's not going to work, but I need to try. I'm exhausted from listening to her carry on about tainting my flawless skin, how I'm never going to be able to model certain things, how I'll not be able to be in certain movies--although I'm pretty sure they have ways around tattoos. I know plenty of actors and actresses who have tattoos. But, whatever. Let her bitch herself out.