The same man who can calm crowds of overzealous fans, convince people topay her more, can manipulate the music industry so well that it leaves her staggered. And the same man that swept her off her feet, into bed, and wrapped her heart and soul around him with one amazing night. She bounces on her toes, then shakes her head. She has too much to do to spend time mooning over him, even though she'd love nothing more than to lay down against him, feel his strong arms around her again, and restart the morning the right way. Celine drags herself away and puts herself to work. She packs two bags, one with regular clothes and one bag for performing, or that she'd be okay being seen in by fans. She makes a fewnecessary phone calls to be sure everything is set up and then collapses back on her bed. Now she's too awake to sleep, but too exhausted to do anything productive. "Celine?" Rene calls softly. He's obviously trying not to wake anyone, but based on the sound of a door opening, he hasn't been very successful. Celine winces as she hears her mother's voice, wishing Rene a goodmorning in French. "Therese. Thank you for the use of your couch." Rene says formally. "Of course. Can't have you driving tired. Have breakfast, some tea, something to get you ready for the day." She advises. Celine sits up and sees Rene nodding to her mother despite being at her door. He looks at her and smiles warmly. "I wanted to be sure to say goodbye." "Goodbye?" She asks, feeling her back go rigid. He winks at her. "You have a tour to get to and I have things to take care of here. Well, atmy home."
