I want a best friend: Someone who will hug me tight when I'm down. Someone who will beat up the guys that hurt me. Someone who knows every single detail about me. Someone who will make laugh until I cry. Someone I can be myself with. Someone who won't cause too much fucking drama. Someone who keeps all of his promises. Someone who I will eventually fall in love... And someone who will eventually love me back.


18. Eighteen


Chapter Seventeen

One More Show


I typed a reply to my mother's text and locked my phone before placing it on the stage next to me. Slate was in another interview, Brian was talking with Mia, John's chick friend, and Ronald was MIA like always, I seriously don't know where the kid goes half of the time. I stared at the empty stadium and I smiled. I liked being here, standing behind and staring how my best friend and now boyfriend work out his dream. I still couldn't understand how he already knew what he wanted to do in his life. I mean, I have no idea what I want to do, and I am scared of it. How can Slate, Brian, and Ronald know what to do with their life, and I have no idea what to do with mine...


"I have come to think that you really like being in places where there is not a soul near." I heard Ronald chuckle. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm thinking." I sighed. "Do you know that everyone here knows what they want to do in life except from me. I have no idea what I am going to do with my life." I took in a deep breath. "I can't live off from Slate, it's wrong."

"But Slate doesn't care Scotland." Ronald spoke as he sat next to me. "He loves you so much, and he doesn't care if you don't want to live off him, if you want to go to the moon he will take you."

"I can't take advantage of him." I whispered. "I try so hard not to do so."

"You are not taking advantage of him Scotland." Ronal said. "You love him right?" I nodded. "Then you are not taking advantage of him. If you don't want to feel like a waste of space, why don't you try to do something that you love?"

"What do you mean?" I questioned confused.

"You love blogging don't you?" I nodded. "Why don't you become the official blogger for Slate Hunter?" The idea didn't sound so bad. "Go and have a word with Slate and his manager. I don't think they won't let you."

I smiled and stood up. "Thank you Ronald." Ronald nodded and I sprinted to find Slate or his manager.




I stared at the computer in front of me. Slate's manager told me that he was going to try me out to see if I was a blogger material. He claimed that even though a lot of people follow me on my personal blog, it doesn't mean that I will be successful with Slate's blog, and then we have Slate who is totally sure that I will succeed.


"Just write what you feel Princess." Slate spoke. "You know me better than anyone in this world, and I don't mind I you write embarrassing things about me. I want my fans to know that I am a normal human being."

"I know Slate." I whined. "It's just difficult to write a topic that your manager might like."

Slate stood up and sat next to me. "Hey, this is one of my last shows, why don't you write about that?"

I thought about it. "You know, it doesn't sound so bad." I smiled. "Let me write down then." I smiled.


One More Show

By: Scotland Inn


You know, I've been touring with Slate and his band since the beginning, and it bring tears to my eyes knowing that the tour is coming to it's end. I know that there will be more to come, but the very first headline tour is what's bring us all to life. So here I am, writing away most of the memories we have made. (...)

I remember the very first show, Slate was so nervous, that we he was rehearsing he forgot half the song and then he ran towards the bathroom. After that time, he never confused a lyric, instead, he started writing more for the upcoming album. It might be that we only have one more show, but no matter what I know that Slate will keep smiling at the thought of all of you screaming out for him. Even if he doesn't meet you all, he does appreciate everything that you do for him. (...)

One more show doesn't mean the end, it means beginning for something new.



I hit the send button and send it over to the manager. It might not be the best I've ever written, but it was from my heart. One more show and I was going back home.














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