MARRYING THE ROCKSTAR (#3 ROCKSTAR SERIES)

♪ ten ♪

Despite my initial reservations, I ended up going to my studio a lot. Especially during Leo's long workdays, though he promised they were almost over, because he was putting the final touches on the album.

Being in my own personal space, nothing but a soft background music station and vanilla-scented candles burning, did inspire me. I made collages of outfits I loved, rated outfits I hated, posted on my website about trends I'd noticed and things that needed to stop being over-hyped. I blogged constantly, making lists of celebrities I was dying to interview, while documenting my favorite outfits of theirs.

After two weeks of isolation—seeing Leo every night, of course, though we were both distracted and too tired to do much more than snuggle—I felt like I was on to something. I'd received a few bites from minor celebrities in the area. They'd reached out to me regarding a possible interview, though they weren't too sure about the photo-shoot part.

I was responding to an email from one such celebrity when my phone rang.

I peered over at the screen to see that it was Leo.

Weird, since he never called me during the day, especially now that I'd gotten my own workspace, and he knew how I dove into my research and typing.

"Leo?" I asked, picking up on the third ring. I couldn't help the worry in my timbre; this was unusual for him.

"Where are you?" he said at once, stress flaring up in his tone.

"Uh, at my studio? Why?"

He grunted. "I thought I'd set up a meeting for you with a coordinator, but I must have gotten my dates mixed up."

I glanced at my computer's calendar. It was blank, except for today, where I'd left myself notes to work on proposals for other famous individuals I planned to work with. "I'm not seeing anything about a coordinator meeting."

"Shit, did I not share our wedding calendar with you?" I heard his fingertips frantically on the screen, then seconds later, my phone buzzed. "There, check it out."

I put him on speaker and set my phone down on the desk to see what he'd sent.

Like he said, it was our wedding calendar. With tons of scribbles of random deadlines that made no sense to me, addresses, prices, ideas of venues and menus.

"A...wedding calendar?" I blinked at my screen, unable to comprehend all the notes in various dates in the future. In the near future; as soon as next week. "You never mentioned this to me."

"My bad, you know how the song-recording gets hectic. I've been in my zone." He'd told me of some technical issues with some of his sound systems, and they'd been waiting for certain pieces for the last week, focusing on more instrumental parts of the album in the meantime. It made him so irritated in the evening that he didn't speak much at dinner, and his hugs were half-hearted.

"Okay, but..." I clicked out of the calendar, my jaw tight. "Leo, we haven't even set a date yet. What's all this stuff you've put on there already?"

He sighed. "I know, but I was hoping this calendar would help with that. Get you on track. Get you more excited."

I scoffed. "I am excited, Leo."

He scoffed right back. "Well, you're not showing it much. You've been doing research, supposedly, but I'm not hearing anything else."

"I'm still researching. There's a lot out there, Leo." I pulled up my Pinterest board, cringing at its lack of refinement. The dress section was pretty heavy, as were the cakes and flowers; but my venues and colors and themes were lacking. "So I haven't really narrowed down on anything specific yet. And I didn't realize that was a problem."