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Lennon Lewis doesn't feel quite alright. He is slowly but surely reaching for the stars with his rock band and is adored by everyone who meets him. He should be happy. But he's either too high or too low. The sweet relief is only tempora...
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Just outside the Carlyle Rosewood Hotel where Bemelmans Bar is, Lennon is smiling widely showing all his teeth and dimples hoping that might help in persuading William not to go home. William is shaking his head in defeat.
"Come on then," he replies and Lennon would smile harder if he could.
"Yes mate. I'm so done with hotel rooms, I really don't want to go back." Lennon offers that as a reason.
"But there's one thing that I actually have to do. I have to take my dog out for a walk, I wasn't home this morning. So do you mind coming with me? We can take him out and then there's a pub I like, we can go there."
"No, I don't mind at all. Poor thing. Nina couldn't do it?" Lennon is curious.
"Well we don't live together and also she's on the set all day. Otherwise I would ask her."
"Shit."
"It might possibly be some shit there, you're absolutely right," William jokes.
"I promise if the dog pissed or pooped in your flat I would clean it, because that would be my fault too," Lennon declares.
"You bet."
William decides they will take a taxi to his flat in West Village so he lifts his arm and a famous yellow car stops to pick them up shortly. You have to have a certain skill to hail a taxi in New York City and this man surely has it. After approximately half an hour they arrive at 39 Christopher Street and William tells him to wait for him while he quickly goes to get the dog.
Lennon takes his phone and discovers missed calls and messages from his band mates probably worried about him because he's not in his hotel room. He decides to give some sign of life, he scrapes his dirty white Converse on the pavement, one hand stuffed in the pocket while the other dials Jorja's number.
"Hey Jorja, you alright?"
"Where the fuck are you?" his dearest Jorja, he loves her feisty attitude so much.
"Just out and about. You know."
"Out and a.. What does that even mean? We have a flight tonight you know? You're coming back to the hotel any time soon?" she shouts.
"Yeah yeah chill out. It's only three o'clock and I will be there in a few hours. I'm just hanging out with William," he says that with caution not sure if Jorja remembers him, considering they were all quite drunk the night before.
"William Hamilton-Smith? Oh ... Okay..."
"It's not like that. Your dirty mind. He has a girlfriend. And is straight. We're just hanging out. Yeah, so don't worry, I'm not dead in some back alley." Lennon knows how protective Jorja is of him and it warms his heart.
"I do worry, you wanker, especially after we all got pissed last night," she tells him and just sighs deeply. "Fine. Let me know when you're back at your room. And say hi to William, he's seems like a cool bloke."
