It had been two weeks since she had last messaged Louis Willis, aside from a quick message saying she loved his newest song, "It Beats Faster for You." Nothing had happened, good or bad.

And this, of course, is why waking up Tuesday morning, scrolling her notifications, she had no intention of seeing it. That, and he's famous. But there it was, and her heart nearly stopped.

Louis Willis has sent you a message.

She hesitated a minute, then clicked in.

Hi Annabelle!

Pretty name you've got there. :)

To answer your kind of asked question, yes, the sandwhich was good. Once I took the tomatoes off. ^_^

Please, send me said drunken video. I am in desperate need of a laugh right now (long story). Also, I've sent more than a few drunken texts myself, so I take no offense. Reading it I'd never have guessed you were drunk--if you had ever seen the stuff I say when I'm drunk, you'd understand why. :(

I'm glad you like my music :) it means a lot knowing that it's positively impacting people.

Your father was a dick. Just saying.
I think you capitalize the 'g' in both Google and Googling but my autocorrect is telling me you don't. Then again, it also told me "autocorrect" and "dick" weren't words. Shows what it knows. :) #iMustBeRight

I'm glad your brother is doing better, not being on drugs now. I've seen that shit first hand and it's tough.

So, you think I'm sexy, do you? ;)

-Louis

P.S. FYI all my songs are based off real experiences so if you're ever curious about one of them just ask. :) glad I'm helping someone. Also, I don't mind you sending lyrics. It's totally fine. :)

Annabelle stared in shock. She briefly wondered if she should wait to respond, when she saw that the message had been sent seven hours ago. Surely seven hours was long enough . . . Right?

I swear my heart stopped for a moment when I saw you answered. Not sure why because I don't get too wrapped up in the whole "Oh my God they're famous" thing. (So I sont think it's about that, don't worry.)

I've just woken up. For the first time in at least a month, I've slept nine hours straight, and in my bed no less! (I usually fall asleep at my computer, if I'm being totally honest with you.)

I'll send the video but only because my brother already had it on instagram so at least three dozen people saw it already. :( Why are you in "desperate need of a laugh?"

Are you home now, or doing another show in some random country I won't know I of?

Dick is definitely a word, though I can't guarantee the same for autocorrect.
Doesn't everyone think you're sexy?

I was actually curious about "Supposed to Be." What was that about? It kinda sounded like a gold-digger.

-Annabelle

To her surprise it showed as 'read' less than thirty seconds after she sent it.

Three little dots popped up and moved up and down, the classic sign that someone was typing.

Why do you sleep at your computer? That sounds painful.

It's too painful to put into words--just go into Google and type up 'Louis Willis London Concert' and please forget you saw it afterwards.

I'm in London right now. I was supposed to be flying home but not really up to it. Again, Google it. I should be home by this Wednesday though and I'm pretty happy about that. By the way, where do you call "home"?

It is about a gold-digger. I didn't know it at the time. I was sixteen when I wrote that song, but obviously it wasn't recorded until somewhat recently. It wasn't very good at sixteen, so I had to rework it, after another goldie when I was about twenty. Think I'd have learned in those four years, yeah?

Now. If you don't mind, I'll be going to watch that drunk video now. ;)

-Louis

Annabelle hesitated, then opened up Google.

Immediately a YouTube video came up; it was just past three minutes. Louis was singing a song she didn't recognize, but she knew he wasn't as invested as he should be, and the notes weren't stable. About a minute in, he turned to his drummer, muttered something and ducked behind some props on the stage. When he came back his face was considerably paler. He got through the next chorus and this time he mouthed something to the guitarist, and again went backstage. This time, he didn't come back; one of the fans had been in the opportune position to see past the props, and the unfortunate sight appeared of Louis being violently sick.

Annabelle clicked back to Google and found he was trending on Twitter because of it; evidentally he had tried to continue the show, but after having to dissappear again after three songs, he was forced to end early.

Geez Louis, that pretty ugly.

Again he typed back immediately. Yup. :( stomach flu.

Did the drunk video make you feel any better?

For a little, yeah.

What do you mean?

Well. I'm still sick. I've got it pretty bad. So . . . that means any movement makes my stomach start whirling around like a hurricane. Laughter? Not the best thing--I ended up vomiting on my bed. -_- Thanks a lot.

You begged me to send it to you.

Don't start please. I'm really not in the mood.

Sorry. Is anyone there with you?

No, I sent my drummer home. He's my high-school pal. He's got a wife and two kids at home, I don't need him getting sick, too.

So you're alone? :(

Yep, and currently half passed out against my bathtub. Got really dizzy after I threw up. I've literally been hunched over this toilet for the past two and a half minutes. Doesn't sound long but trust me, it is when you've literally had two hours of sleep in the past day and a half and can't even be on your knees without seeing spots.

Ew, you have it real bad.

Don't I know it. I was very excited to be in bed. I'd been in this bathroom, my head hidden in the porcelain, almost since I got to this hotel. I finally crawled myself to bed, got some sleep, woke up and decided to check twitter. Then I can't sleep and you're sending me a drunk you video and now I can't sleep on my bed because I'm afraid to go back over there and try to clean up. I hate you.

Not really though don't worry. I like you. You're cool. Also, I highly enjoyed your drunk dancing. Verrry sexy. 😂

Don't tease!

Are you throwing up again?

I don't even know you and I'm worried about you.

Gimme a break!

Yes, I was.

And good I like that someone cares.

Lots of people care about you haha

Not really. They care about the music, or the fame, or the looks. Not me.

That's dumb.

I don't know how much more of this illness I can take. x_x

I wish someone was there with you.

Me too.

Maybe even you.

You don't even know me.

You've told me a lot about you, Annabelle. I know you enough for now.

For now?

What, don't you think we can be friends? :)

Friends?

Yeah, friends.

Well. . .

Okay. :)