I scoff. Do these people not think I have a life?And hello to you too.
“What if I wasn’t home and had plans?”
“Then, you would cancel them,” he answers simply. “See you on Instagram!” Justin cheerfully says before hanging up on me.
I throw my phone on her bed, and I groan.
It’s like my management team always knows when I’m relaxing and wants me to be constantly working.
I fill in Trinity, and she looks just as mad as I feel.
“You guys can’t live like this anymore. They’re not treating you like humans. You guys are practically slaves.”
“We can’t do anything, Trin. We signed the papers. The only thing we can do is wait it out.”
She nods before sitting straight with a conflicted look on her face. “What if we find a way to destroy it from the inside?”
When I raise an eyebrow, she looks toward her closed bedroom door. “There must be a crack in this entire system that we can take advantage of. And once you’re out, you can be independent singers.”
My brothers and I have been trying for years. We can’t think of anything else that would possibly set us free.
“I think I have an idea, but I’ll wait for your brothers to be home as well.”
I’m trying to have faith that whatever her idea is, we haven’t thought of it before. But my brothers and I aren’t used to being faithful anymore. Not for a long time.
* * *
I don’t know how I winded up in Levi’s living room, braiding the cutest little girl’s hair I’ve ever seen, but here I am.
“My favorite movie isTangled,” Stella states, looking back at me with Bambi-like eyes.
I wonder how someone this cute can be related to someone like her brother.
“Do you like that movie too?”
“I love that movie,” I reply with a warm smile. “But it’s not my favorite.”
Her cute little gasp makes me chuckle.
“It’s not? Then, what is?”
Looking at where her brother sits across from us on his phone, I glance back at my favorite Miller. “Have you ever watched the movieInside Out?”
She places a tiny finger on her chin and purses her lips. “I don’t think I have.”
“It should definitely be the next movie you watch,” I say while tying the end of her braid.
Stella jumps up from where she was sitting on her knees moments ago and throws her arms up excitedly. “We should watch it together!”
She climbs on my lap as I glance up at her grumpy brother, who’s uttered only three words to me.
“Maybe one day,” I reply, cupping her cheek as she pouts.
As the look of hope leaves her face, I almost tear up and give in.
“We can put it on while we’re live on Instagram,” Levi states, getting up from the couch to grab the remote.
“Yay! Thank you, Lee!”
