And most of all, the comments Juliet loved to fire off about how Darcy’s star might be on the rise, but that she could very easily crash and burn.
That fear of crashing and burning was what kept her up at night, and Juliet was constantly broadcasting it to the world. Over the course of the last month, they’d gotten to the point where Darcy heard Juliet’s voice in the back of her mind, living there with her own. Echoing her deepest fear.
Her phone vibrated on the table next to her, and she slid her gaze to it, looking at the notification that lit up on her screen. It very clearly was from an alert that also had Juliet’s name attached.
Darcy only had one alert set – whenever Juliet Jacobs talked about her.
In spite of the conversation with Eliana, everything inside of Darcy immediately burned brighter, her blood thrumming through her veins. She’d been dead tired – as she was constantly, these days – but these hits of Juliet-news breathed life into her whenever it happened. At least Juliet was good for one thing, she supposed.
Blythe groaned. “Darcy! I thought you were shutting those notifications off.”
“Well. I didn’t.” It was the only thing she could say, because obviously, she hadn’t. Not exactly a good defense.
“How are you planning to ignore Juliet and her asinine comments when you won’t even shut off receiving notifications about her?” Blythe questioned with a groan, rubbing her fingers over her eyes.
“You literallyjusttold Eliana you wouldn’t say anything back,” Emerson quietly nudged her. Not in admonishment, but a reminder.
Darcy narrowed her eyes down at her phone. “You’re right,” she muttered, but she felt energized by the new idea already finding a rhythm in her mind. “And I won’tsayanything.”
She wouldn’t have to.
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September 2 – new video
Just workshopping something new…
Video description: woman playing a guitar and singing lyrics:
Funniest thing is you aren’t even causing me the most pain.
At least the me in your mind ain’t paying rent to live in your brain.
Honestly, the biggest apology you owe is to your man –
’Cuz I’d bet my name being on your lips more than his wasn’t part of the plan.
Chapter Five
“Robbie!”Juliet snapped, whipping her head around so quickly she was afraid it might fly right off her neck.
Robbie was standing behind her in her dressing room, holding one of the hairsprays left behind by her hair and makeup team, hummingthat fucking song.
He slowly turned to look at her. “What? Can’t stand to share your styling tips with your boyfriend?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. Usually, she loved catching Robbie as he obsessed over hair products. The disparity between knowing who Robbiereallywas, compared with his image, amused her. The six-foot-two, chiseled, ruggedly handsome country crooner, who would never publicly admit to having a nightly moisturizing routine that was just as in-depth as Juliet’s.
But at this literal moment in time?
“I don’t give a damn about styling tips. Why are you hummingthat?” She hissed at him.
She desperately wished she could blame Robbie hummingthat songas the reason it had taken root in her mind.
But it had been lodged in her brain since the first time she’d heard it two days ago.
She’d really done her best to ignore. To “rise above” as she’d been advised to do. Multiple times, in fact, in the last month.
But that song was viral. She felt like she couldn’t go an hour without hearing it.
