Elf. Onze. Eleven. Once.

I was currently thrown on my bunk, with my laptop resting on my legs. I let out a sigh, as I kept typing away some replied to the fans. I never thought of it, but after Caleb’s death, they have nothing but supporting, and not only to me but with the George’s too. I still didn’t feel so comfortable in being on the spotlight, so that was the very same reason as I to why I was hiding away on my bunk.

It had barely been a week since Caleb’s death, and we were back on Europe so that Devil Five could continue with their tour. It wasn’t fair for their fans to keep waiting for something they had wanted so long.

“Get it through your skull,” My father hissed. “She is not ready for interviews! I don’t really care who wants her!” My father sighed. “She won’t give any interviews right now.”