No Strings

"its filler."

I don't even know her real name. All I know about her is how she looks, how she talks..

and how she kisses... which is very very well, by the way. It's something I think about a lot. Especially because of how bad she made me want her last night..

Stop. I shouldn't think like this.

I decide I'm going to Google her. I've been holding off ever since we hooked up, but now it feels more serious and like I should. I get my laptop and take it back to bed with me.

My laptop isn't covered in stickers or anything, I like to keep it very neat. It's the one I first ever started making music on, so I keep it in the best condition I possibly can - it's kind of like I owe it one.

I type her name into Google. I'm careful to type 'Rey' rather than 'Ray', just because it irritates me when I see people spell it the old 2010 way.. Not that I've been reading her interviews or anything.

Within seconds, pictures of her come up. I hate how pretty she is. It's like she's mocking me.. She's just perfect. Completely perfect.. All that's brought up is pictures of her, performing on stage and signing things in the street. Her street style is always spot on, but mines pretty good too so I shouldn't get too jealous.

I need to find her name. It gives me one up on her, because I'll know something she thinks I don't. So I type in 'Lana Del Rey real name', it's bound to tell me. Someone must know, even though she's only new to fame.

'Elizabeth Woolridge Grant' I read.. gosh. Sounds like she's some rich girl. I'm very glad to find out her real name though. It's like I'm breaking down her character.

Pleased with the detective work I've already done, I do a little more digging. This time into her history - there's a surprising amount for someone with her fame.

Her backstory reveals why she only had Pepsi that night; she had a drinking problem and got sent to a boarding school to stop. She's from a wealthy-ish family in New York, the eldest of three. She seems close with her sister, but then again, she also seems very very straight from this. So I don't know what to believe.

It occurs to me that I'm way too wrapped up in her, so get rid of the tab and clear my search history, just in case... in case of what, I don't know. But just in case.

My phone rings, so I answer quickly to prove to myself that I don't like Lana.. well.. Elizabeth.

"Hello.." I sit up, my phone between my cheek and shoulder whilst I take away my laptop. It's reminding me too much of her.

"Hey. You know, having Teen Idle on the album was a bit of a gamble, but I think it's paid off." I hear my manager tell me. I still haven't found a new one.

A bit of a gamble.. He's a 50 year old man that doesn't understand my work. He's a gamble to me, not me him.

"What makes you say that?" I keep my cool - men dominate the industry, so I have to.

"Sales are looking good" he pauses "just checking, you have remembered about the radio interview today, haven't you?" He asks

Shit.

"Yes of course... What time is it at?" I ask, getting out of bed

"You aren't at the studio already?"

"I can be in ten minutes..?"