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Personal Assistant"Melanie." She kept her eyes closed. That was a nice dream, she thought through a veil of semiconsciousness. Blue skies and green grass and wind whipping through my hair... "Melanie!" Her head snapped up, bumping against the cold tinted windows of the limo. "What?!?" She yelped, looking across the spacious vehicle to find Clay watching her with an oddly bemused expression on his face. "We're here. At my interview." "Oh... Right. Sorry." He sighed, shaking a slender finger at her and leading her out of the limo. "You'll get used to the hectic schedule soon." She followed him inside the large building, bewildered by the hordes of fans lining the sidewalks. Security guards did their best to keep the crowd at bay, but Clay was still grabbed and groped and prodded. The instant the glass doors that marked the entrance to the station closed behind them, the heart-pounding intensity stopped as soon as it had begun, and Clay slumped his aching shoulders. Wide-eyed, Melanie took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Wow." She said, shaking her head. "Do you get that a lot?" "Yeah," he replied softly, and for a moment, she saw past the holier-than-thou celebrity mindset and looked into a window of what could only be described as a lonely man. Touching his shoulder lightly, she was taken aback by the depth of his green eyes when he turned to face her. They were so sad. And at that moment, she came to the realization that, despite his fans and his money and his power, he was one of the unhappiest people she had ever come across in her life. Suddenly, his eyes closed up and his arrogant shield returned. "Get your hand off my shoulder," he snapped. "I have an interview to do." Smoothing his tossled hair from his face, he straightened his posture and walked confidently into the studio that held the waiting dj's ready to interview him, looking the part of the dignified celebrity once more. He gave the right answers and smiled at the right times and laughed on cue, but when an excited fan called in and told him that he was a perfect man, he couldn't help but be brought back to his encounter with Melanie. She had seen, he knew. She had seen the sorrow he held so deeply within him. She had seen that he wasn't really a perfect man at all. Not even close.
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