“We do not have a comment at this time,” Nia said
exasperatedly into her cell phone. “No, we don’t want to give an interview.
Please, respect the privacy of our band members during this time.” She pinched
her nose and growled. “We’ll keep that in mind. I have your number. Good day.”
She angrily jabbed her thumb on her cell phone, tossing it onto the couch in
our basement rehearsal space. “It’s been over a month and they still won’t let
up! Fucking vultures.”
“They’ve been relentless,” Bella sneered from her spot next
to me. Her guitar was in its stand and we were taking a break from our planning
our tour, devising our set list. “I swear to fucking God, I want to remove
Emmett’s testicles and shove them down his throat. A baby? A baby with some
random skank.”
“That’s just a rumor, beautiful,” I said, rubbing her back.
“As far as I know, Jenks is working on getting a paternity test done on this
alleged baby.”
“What did they want, darlin’?” Jasper asked, tugging Nia
into his lap. She snuggled against him, sighing angrily.
“This tabloid rag wanted you guys to go on the record,
confirming that Emmett is out of the
band and the he’s gonna be a daddy,” Nia said, glaring at her phone. “I
reiterated our statement that this was a private
matter and that you didn’t have anything to say regarding the situation. Then,
they pushed for an interview. You’re not giving a statement; why would you give
a damn interview? I mean, really.”
“As much as we’re pissed off at Emmett – again - we do need
to solidify our playlist for the tour. We’ve got most of it done,” I said,
wrinkling my nose.
“Don’t forget. Alice is coming with some more costumes for
the tour in about an hour, too,” Nia reminded us. “This tour coming up faster
than you think. We’ve got about another month of rehearsals before we fly out
to New York City for our first stop at Madison Square Gardens.”
“I never fucking thought that we’d be playing at Madison
Square Gardens,” Jasper said, his voice dream-like. “It’s surreal. Playing at
Madison Square Gardens!”
“A sold out show,” Bella added, arching a brow over her
glasses.
“Two sold out shows,” Kellan said, breezing into the
rehearsal room. We greeted him and he plopped down at the piano. “The first
show sold out so quickly, that we added a second.”
Bella Cullen
Edward Cullen
Jasper Whitlock
Kellan Moore
Nia Moore
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