Finally, after nearly twenty four hours of nonstop work I had the new songs down perfectly. I called in a favor and was booked instantly at a popular club in the middle of the city for the next night. I asked them to put out as much advertising as they could and they hurriedly agreed, just happy that I wanted to play at their club. I was just hoping that Spencer would show up or it would all be for naught.

Spencer’s POV

            Ashley had nearly found me so many times that I was losing count. Finally I just retreated into my hotel room and didn’t come out unless forced. I did want to see her but I didn’t want to want to see her and it was confusing me; so I avoided her instead. I wanted to just go back to LA and wait for her to come to me but Erica refused; saying that one day I would thank her though at this point I seriously doubted it. I was in Italy and I was cooped up in my hotel room because I was afraid of running into my girlfriend. Well, I guess that she was my ex girlfriend now. The thought of that made my throat close up and my heart want to stop beating. God, why did she have to affect me so much?

            “Spencer, want to go get some lunch? Hugh went fishing with some guys he met at a pub,” Erica asked, walking through the door that connected our hotel rooms. I nodded and flipped over from where I had been lying on my stomach watching the small TV that my room had been equipped with. I was tired of hiding out and I wanted to see more of the beautiful city that I was in. If I saw Ashley I’d just duck out again; it had been easy enough to do all the other times. We walked down the sidewalk, looking in shops at different clothing items. We had had to buy a lot of clothes since we had gotten there considering that we hadn’t packed anything.

            “What are you in the mood for?” I asked, as we passed bistro after bistro.