@pcpulr continued from here || heather & santana
this was supposed to be her day off. after months of press, of preparation for the tour, her managers had agreed that she needed a couple of days off, to just take a breather before starting rehearsals. so when santana had texted her, after their months of regular exchanges, some professional, some definitely less than, heather had agreed to get coffee with the journalist. off the record, just the two of them. finally a moment for her, and to do what she wanted - which was mainly, spend time with the younger woman and explore whatever this was, or could be.
no such luck. a last minute change of plans, involving her opening act and one of her band musicians running off together meant that heather had called an emergency meeting to figure out how to salvage her tour. it had taken hours of calls, further meetings and now, here she was, with a headache, pinching the bridge of her nose as she caught sight of the message of her phone. shit.
→ santana (rs): it's not what you think. emergency with the tour. call me?
