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LILAH

Not so patiently waiting for the IDGAF chapter of my life. Anytime now, buddy. Any. Time.

—Lilah’s Secret Thoughts

Pop princess who got rich writing love songs doesn’t know what love is.

Hey everyone, and welcome back toJust the Tip, everyone’s favorite column, where we gather your most beloved celebrities to talk tips and tricks of their trade. How they made it. What they wish they knew then that they know now, and would they do it all again, given the chance.

We recently had a chance to sit down with America’s sweetheart, pop princess Lilah Ryan, and her twin brother and band leader, Noah Ryan, where they discuss love, loss, touring, and everything in between.

Q:Well, Lilah, I feel like I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t start with everyone’s favorite question to ask you.

Lilah looks down at her lap before raising her face and giving us a dazzling smile.

Lilah: Bring it on, Jenny.

Q:You’re known for your love songs as much as for your breakup anthems. But you’re awfully tight-lipped when it comes to your personal life. Your fans are dying to know—are you currently seeing anyone?

Lilah:Not currently, no.

Q:Come on. There’s no one special?

Lilah:Define special.

Lilah’s coy smile is in full effect as she leans back in her chair, legs crossed and hands tucked primly in her lap.

Q:Someone who’s inspired a song or two, maybe?

Lilah:(Laughing) No. Not right now.

Q:Has there ever been? I mean, with songs like “Swear On My Heart,” and “So Pretty When You Lie,” you have to have had a great love, right? The kind that changes everything?

Lilah:I thought maybe there was once.(Pauses for a moment as she chooses her words as carefully as she writes her lyrics.)But I was wrong.

Noah grabs my iPad out of my hands and closes the cover. “What are you reading that shit for, anyway?”

“Because I want to know how they managed to twist our words. You know they always do.” I roll my eyes and look at the stars in the black sky as they fly by. Another night, another highway. At least this one leads home. “It’s not even good writing. Seriously.” With frustration building, I reach for the iPad, but Noah tosses it in his duffle bag, and he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“Ignore it, Tink. They’re grasping at straws because you didn’t give them what they wanted. We’ll be home in twenty minutes.” He tips his head back against the seat and stretches his long legs in front of him. “Try to relax.”

I lean my head on his shoulder as our phones chime in sync.

That can only mean one thing . . .

I look up at my brother and roll my eyes. “Did you tell her we were coming home today?”

“Nope. But I told Dad, and you know she checks the app.”

“Same thing,” I murmur as I pull my phone from my pocket and open the text chat we have with our parents and our sister and brother.

Mom

Life360 says you’re on your way into Kroydon Hills. Are you coming here?

Dad

Give them a minute to breathe, Natalie. It’s late.

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