We talked like our life depended on it when we were writing every midnight. About The Little Prince and about music and, yes, about our families. “If we do this, I want you to see your family.” God, if you exist, please make her not ask for Louboutins or a Porsche. She peeked behind my shoulder to the empty room, then back at me, her fingers clutching her duffel bag, knuckles bone-white. I needed Stardust much more-maybe even after Paris-and I was beginning to accept that the way one accepted a deadly disease. But at this point, I knew, we shared a soul. The thing about being a compulsive liar is at some point, you don’t stop and think whether what you said is true or not.

“Because we’re going to write music together. I crooked my finger and motioned for her to come in. The only difference between the entire tour and London was that she’d be spending the night next to me. “Alex,” she said again, her tone warning this time, indigo eyes begging me to put her out of her misery. “Alex.”įor the record, I spared her my shit-eating grin when I leaned against our already-open door, arms crossed over my chest. By the fourth attempt, she turned around, stomped her foot, and released a feral growl. I watched as Indie’s smile evaporated gradually from her face each time she slid her key card into the slot and the red dot blinked back at her, spitting out the card. Clearly, we needed to be doing more talking and a lot less fingering, because this woman didn’t understand me. “We’ll be saving a lot of oxygen, too, because one of us ought to strangle the other.” She walked over to the opposite door. To which I replied, “Did you know the world is suffering from overpopulation and vast waste of natural resources? We’re going to save a lot of water and electricity sharing a room for a week.”

I placed the card of our shared room in her hand and curled her fingers around it. What’s up, Alex? You’re not even jet-lagged.”

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