Heart's Song (Private)

When Dylan received an odd look from Payton, he waved it off as he started to reply. "Don't worry about it. It's nothing… just a friend." He insisted, typing. 'I gave you my number, didn't I?' Payton scoffed, taking his phone from him. "Yeah right. You don't have any friends. The only contacts you've got are me, dad, Carrie, and your manager. You don't even have celebrity numbers." She sassed, reading over the text. "Hey! Come on, don't be mean. I can keep you from coming back stage next time."

When a new text popped up, Dylan reached out to take it. Though Payton pulled it back. "Payton! Give me my phone!" He whined out, unable to take it from her. "Not until you tell me who you're texting!" She whined back, in a mocking way. "It's a girl I met at the concert, now give. It. Back." Dylan grunted, taking it back so he could respond. 'Anyways, why'd you text? Just wanted to say hi?' He asked Crimson, setting his phone aside. "Wait- you actually talked to a girl? You talked to a girl!?" Payton asked in disbelief, trying not to laugh. "As a matter of fact, I did. Now, just buzz off."

'Not more stupid then me saying it earlier.' When Payton scooted away, he sighed sinking into the seat of the limo. 'I can't talk for long. I'm on my way back home. It's already late, and I'm going on 'Morning Show' tomorrow.' Dylan insisted, drumming his fingers on his knee.

'Oh god… you're going to watch?' He asked her, resting his head back on the head rest. 'Well, prepare to watch me anxiously wait for it to be over. If you're heading out, I'll text you tomorrow.'

'Night Wolfie. Take care of yourself.' He sent in, before locking his phone and sighing. "Well, I might just fall asleep in the car if we don't get back soon…" Dylan whispered as he slowly started to drift off.

(Shall we timeskip until the next day?)

(Alright! I'll get it up.)

As the sun rose, Dylan was already on the set of 'The Morning Show' with Kathy Gorce. He was exhausted, his head still pounding from the night before. He looked as awful as he felt. But you couldn't see it though the hundred pounds of makeup he had on his face.
"I hate this stuff… I don't understand how you women wear it all the time." Dylan muttered to Payton, so badly wanting to smear it off. "Because it's expected from 50% of society. That's why." She whispered back, her smile just as tired as his. "Now, you've got thirty seconds until you're live. Coffee will be brought to you on your first break… with a breath mint. Now get ready, and break a leg."

"Gooood Morning, everyone!" Kathy's overly perky voice was heard, as the show started. The younger woman was sitting on the edge of her seat, with feet crossed in a proper way. "I'm glad to see all of your faces today, because just as promised, we've got America's current big thing! Starting out as just an internet star, our favorite male artist pulled ahead when his videos were caught by a big name. Everyone say hello, to Dylan Fitzpatrick!"

Waving, his smile was barely there as he took a seat on stage. "Morning, Kathy." Dylan greeted, shaking her hand firmly before sitting down. "Good morning, young man! I'm so thrilled you could join us, especially right after an amazing show last night." Kathy complimented, pulling back from the firm handshake."We're all so honored to have you here, right everyone?" She asked the studio crowd, receiving loud applause.

Once the crowd died down, Dylan seemed to relax a little bit. His smile was more genuine, and he tried to focus on the fact this was totally normal. "Thank you, you guys are too kind. As you know, I'm preforming my newest song later in the show. All I'll tell you now, is that it's an acoustic, so just me and my guitar." Dylan informed them, relaxing into the couch. "Oooh, sounds exciting!"

Dylan nodded, leaning on the arm of the couch. "Well, for now. I've got some questions for you, Mr. Fitzpatrick." Kathy hummed, looking over her notecards. "No need to call me Mister. Dylan is plenty." He insisted. With a nod, Kathy started on her questions. "Well, Dylan. How long have you been singing?"

"Oh god… since third grade, I think. I was cast in the school musical… it was quite terrible actually." Dylan laughed weakly, remembering it vividly. "I was the lead, playing boy #1. As it was a original play from my teacher."

Laughing too much, Kathy quickly moved on to a different question. "Lovely. Now, where did you grow up?" She asked, keeping an eye on the time. "Where I grew up? I grew up in Alaska. It was nice there. Once I started school though, we moved to a smaller town in Washington."

Trying not to laugh, he kept his smile up. "Yeah, it was nice. I moved here after my videos went viral. It's nice here as well." Dylan nodded. With that said, a few more questions were asked before going to a break. As soon as the camera went off, he sunk into his seat as he was handed a coffee. "Thanks."

Dylan picked up his phone, and shot a good morning text to Crimson. A yawn escaped his lips, as he rand a hand through his hair. Two seconds later, a hair a makeup crew came to fix what he had just messed up.