I spent forty eight hours walking around in a trance while we were thrust back into the limelight, full throttle, leaving Vegas and heading to LA. I tried everything to reach out to Charlotte, I searched for her twitter account, her f*******: page, I even tried to search for Dave. To no f*****g avail. I had no idea where she was, I just had this urge to talk to her. Like if I could, I'd make everything okay. I've never been the brains of Britain, but I knew something was very wrong here. Someone had purposefully set out to play Charlotte and I against one another. I was almost sure of it. Using the fact that the foundations of our relationship were already shaky. And the games I'd chosen to play.....
Singing the set list was painful. Seeing her face everytime I closed my eyes was like hav
