She brought up Robbie enough. Strategically dropped his name here and there, gave teasing comments on socials or in interviews on occasion. Enough to keep people interested, to keep their Robbie-O-and-Juliet fans happy.
But Juliet knew the score.
If she talked about Robbietoomuch, her career would be overshadowed by him, bythem. People were always foaming at the mouth to hear more about their future. She’d been askedmultiple times in recent years when they’d be having children becauseshe was getting up there. She was twenty-six!
The best thing to do was offer just enough. Offer “glimpses.” Leave people wanting more of them, while promotingherselfwithout pause.
Robbie, despite being a couple of years older than her, was never hounded about when they’d get married or have children.
The thought was enough to sour her all over again, especially in the face of Robbie’s gently teasing, laidback smile.
Instead, she picked up her phone and unlocked it, shoving it at him. “Look. Look how many views she has.”
He reached up and lowered the phone from right under his nose. “I’m going to let it slide that this was already queued up and ready to go as soon as you unlocked your phone.”
“If you’re commenting on it, are you actually letting it slide?”
Robbie wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Good point. But, yeah, I know. It’s everywhere. Catchy tune…” He trailed off, at least having the decency to look a little sheepish at having been humming it earlier.
Her eye twitched.
First, because she wanted to wring Robbie’s neck for saying that again.
Second, because he was right. That was probably the most agitating thing about it; the song sounded really damn good.
“Hey, she didn’t actually say your name,” he pointed out, clearly attempting to be reasonable.
That statement was technically true, sure. When Darcy had released this as an acoustic “idea” she was “workshopping” on social media, she didn’t mention Juliet by name.
But everyone knew. Everyone had known without a doubt.
“Don’t be deliberately obtuse. It’s extremely annoying,” she bit out.
“Okay, let’s put the phone down,” Robbie suggested, as if he were negotiating a hostage situation. “Let’s get amped for the show. We have soundcheck soon.”
“I know when my soundcheck is,” she shot back, sharply spinning away from him. Her fingers were itching – trulyitching– to start writing, with Darcy’s little tune echoing in her mind.
It had been like this for days, but she’d kept it together by the skin of her teeth.
Well, due to her schedule, anyway. She’d been getting ready for her show on Thursday afternoon when the song had dropped. A show that night, a show the following night. A long travel day yesterday, and now one of her biggest shows of the tour, hence Robbie’s presence – tonight.
“Oh, boy.” Robbie let out a low whistle. “I can see you quivering with anticipation. This can’t be good.”
She decided not to respond with words, just nailing Robbie with a withering stare.Quivering? Really?
“Can you find me a pen?” She asked – granted, the tone she used was more like an order.
But she could finally hear it in her mind. Not just Darcy’s song, but her own, marching to that same beat. Darcy wasn't the only one of them capable of writing an ear worm.
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September 5 — new video
Hard at work on some new pieces during tour :)
Video description: woman playing a guitar and singing lyrics:
Fine, I’ll be the first person to start calling you out:
