At dinner Taylor kept giving me confused looks across the table as I goofed around with Ryan, Jay, and Paige. The staff served one of my least favorite meals, pork chops and eggplant, so it took me a while to convince them to let me leave the table without finishing all my food. I did finally persuade them and I ran to my room so I could hold my evening ritual, calling Jay and Ryan downstairs on 3-way calling. The phone rang just as I opened my door. I picked it up. Instantly I heard a voice.
“Mir Mir!!”
“Um, yeah Ryan, right. Hi Amira.”
“Jay! Ryan! Yay!”
“So Mir, what’s up?”
“Well, I can’t talk for long, Taylor’s coming up in a few and we’re going to discuss his ‘problems’”
“Dude,” Ryan butted in, using one of his frequent Cali phrases, “ That could take forever!”
“I know, but that’s not neccesarily a bad thing.”
“Scuse me?”
“He’s adorable in a babyish sort of way. I just wanna pinch his cheeks.”
“You and your cheek pinching. Oy!”
“You better watch it, or I’ll pinch yours!”
“Was that dirty?”
“You decide”
There was a knock on my door. “Sorry guys, I gotta go. Psycho boy is here so I’ll call you guys later.”
“Bye Mir-rah.”
“Buh-bye Ry-Ry.”
“Tah Mira.”
“Bye Jay-chan.” I begrudgingly got up and went to the door. I looked through the peep-hole. Taylor was standing outside looking like a classic coke addict, nervous and paranoid. I opened the door and he quietly walked in. I pointed to the bed. “You can sit there.” He did so, still without saying a word. I sat down in my office chair. I guess it looked pretty funny because Taylor burst out laughing. “Eh?” I had no idea why he was laughing.
“We look like a shrink and his patient. I’m laying down on the ‘couch’ and you’re in a chair and I’m about to tell you my problems.” I chuckled. It was kind of funny.
“So,” I said jokingly, “tell me about your childhood.”
“I was a deprived child.” He replied, completely serious. This caught my attention.
“Deprived? You were a teen hearthrob by 14. You have great parents. How could you possibly be deprived?”
“Nobody knew how I felt. I was the golden child with the golden vocal chords. We may have denied it, but I was the glue holding the band together. Sure, Ike and Zac had okay voices, and they were somewhat attractive,. Without me they were nothing. Everybody assumed I was content with what we had, but everybody was wrong. I couldn’t walk down the street without either getting harassed by the haters, or mobbed by the fans. I wasn’t allowed to date or go to parties that weren’t business related. There was no time for me to have out with my friends. For G-D’s sake, I was supporting my family at 15. I had no childhood.”
“Well…it seems like we have a lot to talk about. Do you mind if I work on something while we chat?”
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