TEN: HOLD MY HANDAnother boring day at another studio, this time NBC. We were late which resulted in a lecture from Kevin, but as AJ seems to have this down pat. It goes a little something like this."You're late AJ" "Yeah yeah... what're they gonna do? Fire me?" So I guess that went well. When we finally got to the NBC studios in New York, I was stunned by how many fans actually turned up to greet them. I don't think the Dalai Lama would have had this reception. People actually barricaded the the building, whilst security pushed the throng of people back, just so the boys could squeeze through and not get crushed. I followed them in awe, a little panic stricken as I was facing all the cameras. I was used to the behind the scenes stuff, you know, interviewing the people and writing about them. I've never been part of the story before. "Hold my hand" AJ commanded as he waved and smiled at all his fans. "What for?" I asked quizzically. "I'll get there" "We have to keep up appearances. If we're seen here without looking intimate, people are gonna think we broke up" "Are you for real?" I asked incredously as he nodded. "Fine" I said as I grabbed his hand as he pulled me along. We got inside the building as we were greeted by NBC personnel and prompted to go inside the studio where they were filming the Today show. "We can let go now" I sang attempting to wriggle my fingers free from his. He glanced down, startling me as he grasped onto them. "I like them there" he shrugged. "Are you kidding?" His brown eyes stared back at me
questionably. "Your assignment is to pose as my girlfriend, right?"
"Yeah..." I trailed off, raising my eyebrows sceptically. "Then thats what I'm doing. I'm doing my job. I'm being your boyfriend" "Okay... I guess" "Why are you lookin' at me like that for?" he demanded. "What?" "Like that" "I'm doing nothing of the sort, thanks very much" I shot back hotly, turning my attention to the tripods, cameras and other eqipment set up around the studio. I never knew wires could be so interesting. I mean, they're like green yellow, red and blue cords of electricity encased in black tubing, which evidently powers entire buildings, cameras and even robots. If you think about it, they've got as much power as the President at times; except they're inanimate and can't speak to the American public when power lines fail. "Oy" I turned to watch AJ prop his purple sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes darting the scene steathily. "If you're trying to be inconspicious, I'm afraid you have another thing coming" I pointed out "I think you're a bit hard to miss since you're part of the main attraction" "Thats not what I wanted to say" "Oh..." I was so sure he was going to ask me if his sunnies made him a relic of Eighties tragic down fall in fashion, but then again, surprises seem to be the essence of his personality. "I need to prep you on the 'Girlfriend Protocol' he explained, moving his fingers to emphasise the issue. "Grin and bear it if-" "AJ" "...and don't go blabbing or sh-" "AJ!" I cried more insistently. He paused, his glasses dropping down to the tip of his nose. "Why are you so scared of me screwing up?" I asked as I wiped my forehead. "You don't know what they're like out there. They tear you apart, especially the fans if they don't take a liking to you" "Geez, I thought you'd trust me enough now to do my job properly" I muttered as I stared at him squarely in the eye. I caught him flinch as my hand swiped his for a second. "Sorry" I apologised as I placed my hand back in my lap. I sighed as I watched him rub his hand subconsciously up and down his tattoos. "I've been playing this part for the past month, I think I can handle an interview" "Whatever... just don't say I didn't warn you" he sang, as he nodded to someone waving at him to take his place. He glanced at me, then back to the studio couches. "So? How do I look?" I guess some things never change. |
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