Emotional Bitch

Steve's clocked in this morning, n o t Malachi, however convincing that may be. "Lizzy, h e y - where are you due and how long do we have?"

"We're road tripping out to Chicago today Steve!"

Oh yeah, Lizzy and her e x c i t e m e n t PILED around the hotel room as she g r a b b e d the LAST pieces of her being and chucked them into the open suitcase on the bed. Hairbrush, heels, jewellery bag! One of e i g h t. Courtney has the r e s t.

Lizzy cannot be trusted with the actually important shit, so essentially this suitcase is so Lizzy can PRETEND she has a responsibility. Because she could easily lose it, and while luggage can be retrieved, she cannot go a night without the essentials to get through a show. "This is kind of it- I think I need to get checked out- can you check me out at the desk please? Cause I just wanna-" She gestured out in front of her in a straight line. "Punch it to the coach, I'm not feeling the cameras today." She closes the suitcase and zips it up, before deploying it on the f l o o r.

"It means that love isn’t about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love’s about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It’s about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she’s simply the best person you’ve ever known." — Anthony Bridgerton, The Viscount Who Loved Me.