We, The Romantics will be ending their whirlwind thirty-six show tour next week, and what a tour it has fucking been.
They’ve been bringing out guest musicians regularly, but Juliet Jacobs joining the trio in New York takes the cake. Juliet was initially scheduled to attend the FashionUp event with Robbie tonight, but who can blame her for deciding to go center stage with We, The Romantic? Robbie-O himself commented his support on socials, so we’re all for it!
And that stripped down acoustic version of “Hate You More”?! That better be available to stream. ASAP.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“I can’t believewe did it.” Darcy had said that exact statement multiple times in the last twenty-four hours. Hell, she’d said it multiple times in the last hour, since they’d arrived at the airport.
Their final show had been last night, wrapping in Houston. She, Blythe, and Emerson had gone back to Darcy’s hotel room, shared a bottle of champagne, and stared, dazedly, out from the balcony.
Theydid it.
They’d not only releasedJukebox Calamity, but they’d completed their tour, and it… it had all been amazing. They weren’t a flop. They were a success.
Even after the last year, it hadn’t been possible for Darcy to feel hopeful. So weighed down by all of the voices from her past, from all of her failures. Starting right from her second-grade math teacher, right through the cliques in high school, and into all of theno’s at music competitions and festivals.
But We, The Romantics wasn’t some one-hit wonder. People wantedmoreof them.
Darcy was electrified by that feeling. No, she wasn’t about to start buckling down and writing or composing just yet, but very soon.
“I know.” Emerson sounded dazed, shaking her head. “We… we really did it.”
“Yes, we did. And now, we have to get to our terminal before we miss our flight home,” Blythe cut in, glancing down at her watch.
Blythe had been a lot softer and even a little emotional last night. But she was back to her typical self now, and Darcy wouldn’t change a thing about her.
They were all flying out within the next hour, but they weren’t flying to the same place.
“Are you sure I can’t interest either of you in a movie premiere?” Darcy asked, darting her eyes between her sister and best friend, wiggling her eyebrows.
Would it be more ideal for Nik Kosta’s movie premierenotto be within twenty-four hours of her nine-week nonstop tour ending? Absolutely.
Would Darcy love to be able to fly to L.A. and collapse into Juliet’s bed – intoJuliet– for at least one full day? Not needing to get dressed up for anything, not needing to leave the house unless it was to sit outside in Juliet’s beautiful oasis of a backyard? More than anything.
But she wasn’t going to complain.
Because she was not only going to her first ever movie premiere, but she was going to it with Juliet.
She could see it so clearly in her mind’s eye. No, she and Juliet wouldn’t be hand-in-hand or anything like that, but… but they’d betogether, publicly. They’d be seen at the premiere as a team, because they’d worked on the song together. No one would blink twice at them being glued at the hip all night.
So what if the world didn’t know that Darcy’s heart would flutter at the way Juliet’s skin would brush against her own? So what if the world didn’t know that she’d feel like a livewire inside, just being able to stand so close to Juliet all night long, breathing her in?
She didn’t need the world to know that; she just needed to feel it.
They’d had their stylists connect, even, to discuss their wardrobes. They wanted to be deliberately complementary to one another.
Fuck, it made her shiver, those butterfly wings bursting to life in her stomach. They’d be surrounded by people tonight, but… it would also be just the two of them.
Darcy was going to be cutting it close, when it came to her schedule. Juliet was likely already heading to the hotel in Beverly Hills that Darcy would be immediately going to upon landing at LAX, their hair and makeup teams already waiting.
But she always needed Blythe and Emerson to know that even if Darcy’s name was the one on the soundtrack, her individual success wastheirs. She wouldn’t be We, The Romantics without them. Any movie premiere she was going to was for all of them.
She’d made sure of that before she’d signed onto anything.
Blythe shook her head. “I’ve never been so happy to be excluded from something as I am right now, on the heels of the tour. I just want to go home to my own bed, to my own fiancé, and rot.”
“And I’m officially out of Ativan after our last show,” Emerson chimed in with a tight smile. “So, I’m not even looking forward to making it through this flight, let alone a movie premiere.”