Shane was famous now. Like really famous. No singing in pubs anymore. He was having huge shows now, everywhere. First jus America, but since last month he’s in Europe for is Young Romance Tour.

But it’s getting to him lately and your job as his manager is to make sure that everything is managed and that he’s okay. You’re basically a professional babysitter.

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“Shane you here?” You call out, stepping into his hotel room. He’s been down lately— you and the band noticed of course. So you decided to cancel some of the upcoming shows.

You hear a low hum in response so you walk to the bed. The light was dimmed and the air thick, lacking fresh air. Shane was sitting on the bed, hood pulled up and sulking, while trying to look strong.

“Hey there. Since you obviously need a break, I cancelled the next seven shows in Italy, so the whole week is just chilling, okay?” You tell him.

He looks up at you and you see a long lost spark in his eyes. “Can we- can we fly somewhere then?” He asks, looking like he’d even beg.

You groan and run your forehead. “What part of ‘you need a break’ did you not understand?”

“Please! Let’s fly back to New York? Just for the week. Please please please.” He pleads and it’s only now that you remember that it’s his girlfriend birthday this week. That’s why he suddenly looks so hopeful and wants to fly back to New York.

“Okay fine. But don’t announce it all over the internet. I don’t want angry Italians sending me post.”