✧ Real Life ✧

I slipped out of bed that morning, Jameson still sleeping soundly in the hotel bed. I grab my guitar from its case and slip inside the bathroom.

As quietly as I can I start strumming some basic chords and humming a tune that sounds right.

"We were supposed to be just friends. Something somethings blah blah, whatever mood and situation-ship i'm in. Somethings in my system. I think there was a glitch." I sing briefly, trying to brainstorm lyrics. I scrawl them down in my notepad and keep playing.

Mid song, voice memos recording it for me to send to my producer, the bathroom door crashes open and a tired Jameson blinks to adjust to the light.

"Are you serenading me on the toilet, Bets?" Jameson smirks. "Not every song I write is about you." I jab back with a knowing smirk.

"Five seconds later i'm fastening myself to you with a stitch yeah." He sings mockingly, his voice high pitched to represent mine. "Those lyrics written moments after we fucked but they're about another guy? You couldn't make it any more obvious if you tried– actually maybe you should sing this." He suggests, taking my guitar from my arms and attempting to play something. 

It sort of comes out as more of a painful noise than music. "Jameson has a massive dick, he put it in me and I liked it. He was a bitch before but so was I so it's fine." He sings mockingly, painfully off-key and out of tune.

"C'mere." I gesture for him to join me. He steps to my side and we both sit on the bathroom floor. 

I help position his hands on the guitar correctly then kneel behind him and direct his fingers to the correct chords. "This is G." I show him. "This is D." I direct, "thats A7." I tell him. "And this is A." I finish.

I have him play each of the four notes on their own. 

"Okay i'm gonna tell you which to play when and you do it okay?" I tell him, sitting in front of him now in a small ball.

"D, G, D, G, D, A7, D, G, D, A7, D, G, A7, A." I instruct, he plays along as I call out the letters. And slowly he begins singing along to twinkle twinkle little star, smiling and laughing proudly as he does.

His singing is low and growly with his morning voice, but his laugh just makes it even better.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He whispers hoarsely, a cheeky smile across his lips.

"Go ahead." I urge, he brings his face low until our noses are almost touching.

"I already know how to play guitar. I just wanted you to teach me because I like being close to you." Jameson grins. 

"Play me something." I smile. 

My guitar is placed on the floor beside us, our faces so close we are almost kissing. I slide closer to him, pressing my back against his chest, his arms wrap around me at first then he gets the guitar and starts to strum a song with the guitar on my lap. 

I recognise it immediately as my own song. Betty. He's playing the song I wrote from his perspective about our breakup.

He starts singing along, his voice never failing to amaze me with how raspy and low it is. I look up to him and watch his face as he sings it.

Just as promised he really can play guitar, he's really good actually.

He gets to the bridge and I lean in, placing a kiss on his neck with a wide sloppy grin, making him laugh lowly mid lyrics.

"I dreamt of you all summer long." I sing with him in harmony. 

For the last verse he looks directly into my eyes as he sings, I sing too adding quiet and soft harmonies.

"Stopped at a streetlight you know I miss you." We both finish in perfect harmony.

He forgets all about the guitar playing and focuses solely on protecting my neck when he pulls me in for a kiss.

Later in the day he manages to sneak out with any paparazzi finding him. The second he left I started feeling really sick. My throat was inflamed and hurt to speak. I had told him before he left to text me when her got back.

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𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

did you get home?

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

no

got kidnapped

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

a girl can only dream

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

i'm sure the dreams you have with me in them are a lot more graphic than that

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

what makes you think i'd spend a minute thinking about you

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

maybe the fact you texted me to make sure I was okay after only 30 minutes because you spent so long thinking about me?

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

do you want to go back to being blocked?

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

block me and i'll leak all those embarrassing selfies you sent me back in the day 

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

that's a death wish

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯 called 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑 declined the call

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

call me back, i miss you

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

womp womp

cry me a fucking river

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

i got something to tell you

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

text it

i don't want to talk

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

pretty please

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯 called 

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑 answered at 14:24

✧ Call Transcript ✧

00:02

Jameson:

"Betty?"

Elizabeth:

(Groggily) "What?"

Jameson:

(Surprised) "Holy shit, what happened?"

Elizabeth:

"I'm sick."

Jameson:

"That came on fast. I just saw you 40 minutes ago."

Elizabeth:

"I think it was the show last night, sometimes I just get worn out. Either that or you gave me like aids or something."  

Jameson:

"Yeah you're just sick. Want me to come over?"

Elizabeth:

(Teasingly) "Round 2?"

Jameson:

"Good to see your humours still intact."

Elizabeth:

"Always."

Jameson:

"I'm coming back over."

Elizabeth:

"Don't. I'm just gonna sleep it off."

Jameson:

"Okay, but call me when you wake up.

Elizabeth: 

"Later."

Elizabeth hung up on Jameson.

00:57

✧ Real Life ✧

I napped until midnight. At midnight I woke up and went straight back to sleep. Every part of me hurts. My throat feels so inflamed, my head is spinning, I can barely talk now.

I just need to sleep longer and work it off.

I end up sleeping until 4pm the next day, meaning I slept for nearly 24 hours. I have a show in 24 hours so I really need to get better. 

I pull out my guitar and start strumming that song i've been working on, i think it's called 'theres been a glitch' at the moment but it might change. 

The second I sing my first line I have to physically pause and blink. It's hoarse and so off key, my voice pretty much giving away to nothingness after a few words. My voice has never sounded this awful. And now i've officially lost my voice.

I immediately get my phone out to text Jameson and notice he's already texted me first.

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𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

pick up

text me

i'm coming over

are you dead

can you pick up your phone and text me

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑 

my voice is gone

I just woke up and its like not there

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

So close!

waking up is what we do in the morning

it's currently 4pm.

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

i'm sick

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

i'm coming over

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

just let me sleep

if i'm not better tomorrow you can come over

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

i'm bringing you dinner

what do you want

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

your fathers dick served on a platter

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

i don't have a dad, you can have pizza instead

✧ Real Life ✧

When Jameson arrives he has pizza just as promised as well as advil, tissues and chocolate. He heads inside my hotel room, balancing his box of pizza, pills, tissues and snacks, placing it all down on the edge of my bed and sitting beside me on my bed.

"Hey how you feeling?" He asks me. "How do you think." I try to speak but nothing more than air and croaks comes out. "C'mere." He sighs, opening his arms out wide for me to collapse into. I indulge in the momentary hug and pray it never ends. 

"I think you gotta see a doctor." He informs me, rubbing a hand down my hair, pressing my face even closer to his warm chest. I nod against him and get my phone out.

I type up the number of my personal doctor and let Jameson call because I can't speak. In no time he arrives, along with my manager and my pr team.

Jameson answers the door and receives a sharp tilt of the head from my manager, eyeing him up and down. "Where is she?" Laura asks, pushing past Jameson and heading toward me.

"What's the problem Elizabeth?" My doctor asks, placing blue gloves over his wrinkled hands.

"I've lost my voice." I answer with no more than a hiss coming out. 

"I can hear that." He frowns sympathetically. 

He has me open my mouth and looks down, inspecting everything he can. He probes my tongue, having me stick it out so he can feel it. He uses a small mirror to check my tonsils. 

"I think i'm gonna perform an endoscopy." The doctor tells me, he searches his large back and produces a long tube. 

"Hey whats that!" Jameson steps forward, his arms folded.

"It's a small tube with a camera on the end, i'll stick it down your throat and see what's going on down there." He tells us calmly.

He inspects my throat from the inside with a camera, everyone in the room watching the monitor of my insides with horror and disgust. I try to look at it but Jameson shakes his head.

"You don't wanna see that." He mutters with fear as if he's just seen a ghost.

"Just as I had thought. It's vocal nodules. A severe case. Typically vocal nodules can go away naturally with time however these will need to be surgically removed. You'll be placed on strict vocal rest until we can schedule that surgery. The surgery has around a 50% success rate with damaged your chords are. The waiting list for the surgery is 2 months and the recovery time is around 2 months. Which means you won't be singing or talking for the next 4 months." My doctor tells me slowly. 

The words all blend into one and my mind goes foggy. 4 months. No singing. But i'm on tour. 50% success rate?

"What about my world tour? Do I just cancel it for some nodes?" I scoff, feeling the burn on my vocal cords with each word.

"Unfortunately it will have to be cancelled or postponed for the health and safety of you." He explains.

With trembling hands and welled up eyes I look up to Jameson to see if this is even real. He jumps in to sit beside me and soothe me with a well needed hug.

"I'll schedule a new appointment to discuss more. For now, all I need you to do is rest and go on vocal rest, you can hum and sing very very softly and whisper but strictly no yelling or speaking or singing. I'd recommend a simple diet, don't eat spicy foods just bland. Bed rest for definite." He lists, leaving my room.

The second my agent has shut the door behind him she struts over with a laugh. "No. Not happening. Your agency have sacrificed a lot for you to be here, i'm not letting you ruin this." Laura tells me directly as if this is somehow my fault.

"Did I mishear the kind doctor when he said for her own health?" Jameson interferes.

"Did you mishear me when I said she has a world tour?" She fires back. "I don't care about your world tour, if it's putting a risk to her health you can take the world tour and shove it up—" Jameson doesn't make an effort to raise his voice, but his tone intensifies. 

"Excuse me young man but you will not take that tone with me." Laura points at him.

"Could you both just shut up." I interrupt with a croaky voice, pushing myself out of bed and away from Jameson's arms.

"Vocal rest?" Jameson gestures dramatically, "Oh Relax. I'll live." I croak.

"Get ready for tonights show." Laura orders me firmly. I nod sharply and start to head for the shower.

"No!" Jameson yells, following me into the bathroom.

"Driver will be ready to take you to the arena in an hour. Hurry." My agent calls in singsong as she exits my room along with the rest of my team who were here. 

Jameson stands by the bathroom door with folded arms, insisting I get into bed and rest.

"I don't think you understand. I have 70,000 people coming here tonight to see the concert they paid $90 minimum to see me." I tell him firmly.

"Yeah but— Holy shit you're making 6 million a night?" He starts before cutting himself off and gapping in shock.

"Yeah, but 150k for venues per night. A million paid across the people who work for me: band, managers, agent and all that. A million each night for the cost of all my set and stuff, so my costumes, sets, mics, instruments. Then a million for tech stuff, like the lights and sounds. Gotta pay taxes and transportation fees. In the end I only make around 1.65 million per show, and all of it just disappears for bills and shit. I'm not an adult yet so I have no way of accessing any of it." I explain in depth.

"How the fuck is that fair? You don't get your money until you're an adult? If you're mature enough to travel the world without your parents and perform almost every night in front of a sold out stadium surely to can deal with your own money?... I know what you're doing! You're trying to distract me. Lie down." He catches on and orders.

I start undressing. "You can stand out here trying to make me rest, or you can get in this shower with me and I'll prove rest is the last thing I need." I whisper suggestively.

"You know what, fine? I'll get in your shower and make you scream so hard you need a second surgery. But the second I get out, I'll tie you up to the bed if I have to." He warns, pulling his shirt off and revealing his glistening abs in the humid bathroom air, shower steam resting across his perfectly toned body.

We showered together, washing every inch of each other's bodies. And when we got out I wrapped a towel around myself and told him I felt so tired I just wanted to be alone. So he left soon after tucking me up tight in bed.

He would undoubtedly be mad at me for this, but I sneak out anyway. I got backstage of my tour just on time. My agent drags me on stage to warm up and discuss stuff with my band about changes and stuff. 

You can hear it in my normal voice, the hoarseness and force taken to simply speak, never mind sing. I'm terrified. 

My agent rushes to drag me off the stage once I've physically and vocally warmed up. She takes me to my dressing room and forces an outfit in my hands. 

Soon enough I can hear the crowds outside waiting for me, I drink my water and pray. I have to pray even more when Jameson texts me.

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𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

Elizabeth. 

Please tell me you are not at that stadium.

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

you want me to lie?

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

Elizabeth.

What the fuck did we just talk about

𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞𝟏𝟑

The audience want to hear me sing

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯

And I want to hear my girlfriend talk again without her already diseased voice being wrecked beyond compare.

✧ Real Life ✧

His girlfriend. His friend who's a girl. Sure. Yeah. That's what he meant. Don't be stupid. But he said girlfriend. Not girl friend. Is he my boyfriend. Do i even want him to be? Of course I want to be. No i don't. The more I think about it now, the less I know. 

I'm pretty sure I blacked out, because all I remember is turning my phone off and now suddenly i'm half way through my setlist.

It's pretty clear my voice is fucked up because the audience, my band and even security guards look a little confused. My voice is so hoarse and painful. I'm trying my best to drink water between every song but it doesn't seem to be enough.

I look offstage and see Jameson and my doctor arguing with my manager furiously. 

I make it close to the end of my setlist when suddenly at the end note of one of my songs it feels like my throat has just been slit. A sharp cutting pain interrupts my voice and I know immediately it's gone. 

I try to cough and continue singing but it's no use, no more than a hiss is coming out.

I start breathing heavily, my fear amping up to a hundred as I look around at the thousands of people waiting for me to keep playing. The disappointed fans when I stop singing.

Tears fill my eyes and I keep frantically darting my eyes around the stage. Then when the tears slide down my cheeks all I can do is run off stage. Leaving a confused band and audience.

Jameson waits in the wings, nothing but terrified shock on his face as he pulls me into his chest and holds me as I sob. 

"What are you doing? Get back out there!" My manager yells furiously.

My lips trembles as I try to explain to her I physically can't speak but she doesn't listen. "I don't care if you have to hum your way through those songs. If you don't get your ass back out there you're dropped from this agency. Come up with something! Have the audience sing it, dance for them, do a fucking sock puppet show. I don't care! Do something!" She screams in my face.

Jameson looks at her with rage, ready to punch her if she weren't a girl. I start to force my body back on stage but Jameson stops me by grabbing my wrist. "Don't sing." He begs me.

"I can't not sing. I have no choice." I hiss, only the airy sounds of my crackling voice.

"You can't sing Bets. I can't listen to you hurt yourself like this." He demands.

"Then help me?" I beg him nearly silently. 

I know Jameson. I know he's brave and a risk taker. But I also know that singing on a stadium stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people is not something he would ever do if it hadn't meant I would get hurt. 

So he lets me lead him on stage in front of all these eyes. I can tell he isn't that nervous with all these eyes, he's done all this stuff before. But he's not a fan of singing, so to sit in front of an active audience singing a song I wrote about him is not his forte. 

The audience go fucking mental, thinking this was planned. I take the mic and hiss into it as much as I can, "I've got a friend of mine here to sing for you guys today." Is all I manage before my voice cuts out.

"Yeah, Betty is sick so you're stuck with my awful singing for one last song." He jokes.

When he says Betty the stadium roars louder than I've ever heard them before.

"What should I sing?" He whispers to me nervously. 

After I cut Betty from the setlist only three nights ago people have already been hungry for it to come back. He could either sing my last song of the setlist or Betty. "Hope ur ok? Betty? Something else? Just whatever you want." I shrug carefully, barely making sound, he's pretty much reading my lips.

I jog toward the piano at the end of the stage and grab my guitar propped against it. 

We make eye contact for just as a second as I run back and that one look confirms exactly what song he's singing.

I start strumming it on guitar, extending the intro a little until he's ready. 

" Betty, I won't make assumptions 
About why you switched your homeroom
But I think it's 'cause of me
Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard
When I passed your house
It's like I couldn't breathe
You heard the rumors from Inez
You can't believe a word she says
Most times, but this time it was true
The worst thing that I ever did
Was what I did to you
But if I just showed up at your party
Would you have me?
Would you want me?
Would you tell me to go fuck myself
Or lead me to the garden?
In the garden would you trust me
If I told you it was just a summer thing?
I'm only eighteen "

He changes the lyrics to his current age with a small smirk as we share a moment of sneaky eye contact.

" I don't know anything but I know I miss you
Betty, I know where it all went wrong
Your favorite song was playing
From the far side of the gym
I was nowhere to be found
I hate the crowds, you know that
Plus, I saw you dance with him
You heard the rumors from Inez
You can't believe a word she says
Most times, but this time it was true
The worst thing that I ever did
Was what I did to you
But if I just showed up at your party
Would you have me?
Would you want me?
Would you tell me to go fuck myself
Or lead me to the garden?
In the garden would you trust me
If I told you it was just a summer thing?
I'm only eighteen
I don't know anything but I know I miss you
I was walking home on broken cobblestones
Just thinking of you when she pulled up
Like a figment of my worst intentions
She said "James, get in, let's drive"
Those days turned into nights
Slept next to her but
I dreamt of you all summer long
Betty, i'm here at your doorstep
And I planned it out for years now but
It's finally sinking in
Betty, right now is the last time
I can dream about what happens when you see my face again
The only thing I wanna do
Is make it up to you
So, I showed up at your party
Yeah, I showed up at your party
Yeah, I showed up at your party
Will you have me?
Will you love me?
Will you kiss me on the porch
In front of all your stupid friends?
If you kiss me
Will it be just like I dreamed it?
Will it patch your broken wings? "

He laughs between the lyrics, "Yes it will." He misses some lines to say with a smirk, making the audience go apeshit again.

" I'm only eighteen
I don't know anything
But I know I miss you
Standing in your cardigan
Kissing in my car again
Stopped at a streetlight, you know I miss you "

As I finish the last few chords and everyone goes crazy, screaming and applauding. I swing the guitar around to my back and pull him into my arms. His voice was as perfect as ever. Though I'm sure he's caused a lot pf drama with some of those lyric changes.

"Thank you all so much for coming everyone. I've had a great night! I'll see y'all later!" I call with as much of a voice as I can manage. 

When we both get off stage my doctor immediately grabs my forearm and pulls me to the couch in my dressing room, sitting me down and getting his stuff set up.

Jameson follows and purposely locks my manager out the door, leaving just the three of us.

"Open wide." He orders. Jameson takes my hand and squeezes it as we wait for him to finish inspecting my throat.

"You've damaged it a lot worse than it was. Before you spoke with a croaky voice and now you can barely make a hiss. This really isn't good." The doctor tuts as he feeds me all sorts of medication.

"Your success rates have obviously gone down significantly. Your permanent pain rates until we can get the surgery have gone from about level 2 to level 8. You're not gonna be able to speak very forcefully or sing powerfully until after the surgery. I'd recommend not speaking at all for the first two weeks until the swelling goes down but then it's still just soft singing and speaking." The doctor starts to pick up his stuff and heads out.

"For fucks sake Bets I told you not to go on!" Jameson yells angrily. He has every right to be angry because I was specifically told by lots of people not to go out there tonight but I did it anyway.

"I'm sorry." I flinch at his unexpected tone. 

He sighs calms down, pulling me into his chest, and rubbing my hair. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. It was that stupid managers fault. If she tries to keep making you sing then don't try to fight her on it, okay? Just tell me and I'll sort it out. But you really can't talk anymore baby. I know it sucks but I really can't let you get hurt any more." He decides.

And just like that it was decided. My manager spoke to the doctor and finally agreed that my tour will have to be postponed for the next four months if not more. I was told i'd have to make a public announcement regarding it, and since i'm on a speaking ban it has to be through instagram.

✧ Instagram ✧

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𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   Thank you Texas for showing me what an audience should look like! Forever remembering the way you screamed along to every word and put up with me all three nights... Which is why it brings me so much pain to type this. Unfortunately I have found myself diagnosed with vocal nodules, a really bad case of it too. I'm sure those of you who joined me tonight could tell. By performing tonight, I have single handedly lowered my surgery success rate, straining my voice and damaging it further. I assure you it is not life or death but I am unfortunately being put on a vocal rest for my own safety until I can get the surgery to remove the nodes. It's likely going to last over 4 months. This is every singers nightmare in the middle of a world tour. Which is why I am having to postpone the rest of my tour dates until I am better. I'm so sorry to anyone this inconveniences. I'm sorry to my loyal fans who are unhappy with this. Information following rescheduling dates will be published closer to the time. If you have tickets in the next 4+ months, please check your emails for more information. Thank you for your understanding. 

2𝘩𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘰

𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐨   lizzie wtf

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   literally my exact reaction

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   What the fuck.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   SAY SIKE RIGHT FUCKING NOW

𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐬   dm me hoe

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   no i'm busy

➥ 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐬   oh... ok then 😔

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   stfu pick me bitch i'll text you in a minute

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   LIAR! YOU JUST WANT TIME OFF WORK SO YOU'RE LYING

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 I wish this was true

𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   Oh shit, you okay?

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   not really

➥ 𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   is it contagious or can I bring you soup 

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   not contagious. Bring soup.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   SCAMMING SLUT

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Okay this sucks and all but did anyone else see that Jameson was a guest tonight? And sang Betty?? And addressed her as not Lizzie, not Elizabeth but BETTY??? And changed the lyrics???? And hugged her after????? AND REFERENCED KISSING HER?????? ARE WE JUST IGNORING THIS?

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Probably just playing along to the rumours

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   yeah they're best friends, i guess they're just playing with us

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   OR MAYBE THEY'RE TOGETHER??

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   She's got a point guys. What if Betty is about him. 'James' sounds a lot like Jameson, and if he called her Betty maybe it's his nickname for her?

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   And if it were to be about him why would they still be such good friends?

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   Just to clarify, Jameson is not James. We're just friends. This song is completely fictional. Any word changes tonight were purely because Jameson is an arsehole trying to be funny.

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   'trying' to be funny, yeah? I'm fucking hilarious.

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   you're confident, i'll give you that.

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   the fuck is that supposed to mean :(

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   pick me bitch, just like @ 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐬

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   maybe i'll sing at her concert instead then if that's how you feel

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   good luck with that, only concert she has is on her only fans account

➥ 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐬𝐬   EXCUSE ME?? OFFENSIVE!

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨  sorry bbg

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   this is disgusting behaviour Elizabeth.

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   blow me hawthorne

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   i would but you don't have a dick

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   i would say blow yourself but you don't have a dick either

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   yeah cause it's just so massive it counts as a third leg

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   you're such a perv

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Y'all know this isn't your dm's, we can all see this

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   WHAT?? I HAVE TICKETS NEXT MONTH. FYM YOU'RE 'RESCHEDULING'? I'M A BUSY GIRL WHAT IF I CAN'T MAKE IT??

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   We better get more music

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   What part of vocal rest do we not get here bestie?

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   I can actually still sing if i'm soft and don't strain too much for high notes.

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   YIPEEE!! Four months of album writing.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Everyone saying she's lying clearly didn't hear her tonight. Her voice was so hoarse throughout the whole show, she was constantly coughing between songs and drinking loads of water. When she got to a big note her voice disappeared and she started bawling, she literally lost her voice completely and you could hear and see she was in pain. She had to stop with three songs left because she physically couldn't sing, she even had to invite her friend on stage to sing for her so fans weren't disappointed. The poor girl has so much pressure on her back and she does not need you guys harassing her about taking the break she clearly needs.

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Damn didn't know it was this bad

𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐬   Wishing a speedy recovery xx 

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   thank you so much <3

𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   i'm coming over

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   bring booze, blankets and tissues.

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   why exactly?

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   i need to get shitfaced to forget about this. The heater in my hotel room broke and I need to cry. 

➥ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞   poor baby

➥ 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Aww they're so cute

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   Wishing you a speedy recovery 🙏

➥ 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐥𝐨   Thanks Sweetie 🫶