A-here we go again! : D
As I mentioned in a previous posts, this would be Chapter 22, but ... I finally decided to leave some 'space to the story of Tony and Arianna before posting this ^ ^ So basically, I had everything ready for at least a week .______.
As it was pointless to wait, the place now: D
Happy reading!
"Then I'll see ... next week? - Jen whispers, a tinge of sadness in his voice. I shrug, sadly.
Yes, baby. I'm sorry, I too would like to see you as soon as possible, but from tomorrow we start with the recordings for the new piece. Choirs promises to be a real hell-sigh.
-One week to record one song? - She does, looking puzzled.
I try to explain:
-Well ... more or less, changes a lot depending on the case. We say we like to do things right. That usually means working late into the night, the general hysteria, insults and, of course, a sea of changes at the last second. Not to mention the drama of the final mix-add. She giggles, hugging me.
-I did not think was so bad-comments.
shake my head.
-In reality it is not. Not entirely, anyway. I admit that working in the studio with us can be seriously dangerous for his own safety, sometimes, I look up to heaven, a rethinking of conflicts between Dave and me, with lots of punch, but it's worth it-I try to reassure her with a smile.
"... Except when you find yourself a black eye for a week" conclude to myself. I prefer to remain silent on that detail, though.
Jen smiles in return.
-guess so ... especially if the results of the disks must be as wonderful as those who have already been issued, he adds, before you print a kiss on the lips. Parts with passion, but I can not hold a chuckle. She gave me a quizzical look.
-What's up? -
The deviates a lock of hair from his forehead, not stop giggling.
too-I enjoy your talk from fans. ... You are so devoted. Not that I mind, mind you, I hasten to add, noticing his expression, even embarrassed, in fact, the unconditional adoration has always been a dream of mine, I add, with a malicious grin.
Jen puffs, a few inches away.
But -feel it! Mr. Am-a-rockstar-and-me-ne-pride back to the attack, eh? - Mumbles, but was unable to hide a spark of amusement in his eyes. I hold her back to me.
-whisper-Perhaps-but it is also true that in this case, worship is entirely reciprocated on my part, I conclude, before kissing her again.
She abandons all resistance and let themselves go in my arms with a sigh. One last caress, before finally say goodbye:
-See you next week, sweetness ... -
Jen nods with a smile. It remains to look for a little 'while I walk away, then enters the house.
Once on the sidewalk, do I put a hand into his pocket, looking for the car keys, when I notice a movement from the corner of the eye.
Click.
I spun around.
The bespectacled boy looks at me terrified when he realizes that he was caught. Try to cut and run, the camera still tightly in his hand.
-fucking-asshole
A rush of adrenaline through my limbs. I can not think of anything coherent, my mind is a chaos of conflicting emotions. The only thing I know for certain is that should not get away. Start chasing him.
The meeting just around the corner of the street, gasping: it seems like not a very trained. He lets out a strangled scream as soon realizes that been reached. Ago to start to run away but I can fix it with their backs to the wall before it can move a single step. He began to wriggle like an eel, but I will not give up so easily.
-Next, you bastard, for those that work? - Wheezing, altered his voice in anger.
The paparazzi does not respond and continue to stir. The greenhouse the fingers against his throat: he opens his eyes and starts to gasp. Relax.
-Calm down, damn it, I will not get you off. I just know who sent you here. Oh, and I want those photos, of course-add, giving a tug on the camera hanging from his neck.
The guy bends over to give me a shove, to take him by surprise. I let it go, but do not give up the camera, being able to pull it off. She hesitates for a moment, probably groped to decide whether to take it back or give up. At the end seems to choose the last option.
-Coward-comment and look at him running away.
continues to pursue is useless: after all, have already managed to get the most important thing. I am returning the car, turning the camera in his hands. I do not have many doubts about the content of a film, but I want to check the same.
I let slip an expletive when the engine misfires.
-Parties, damn-he says, while I go turn the key with a nervous gesture. After a couple more attempts, I can get onto the road. I push on the accelerator as much as possible: the photographic studio is closer to twenty minutes from here and I will not waste time.
I still turns his head, the view is blurred. Fantastic, we lack only until it is an accident, under these conditions.
"You realize that trouble would we encounter if this story ended in the newspapers?"
Shit, again. Grit your teeth, trying to push Steve's voice in my head: the guide, I have to concentrate on driving.
Played at full speed in South West Avenue, I see the sign for the photographer a few meters ahead. Brake suddenly, at the risk of being thrown at times through the windshield.
Recovery camera and running across the road, narrowly avoiding being hit by a taxi. I do not know the curses of the driver and I put the office door without looking back.
A sleepy-looking old man looks at me quizzically.
-What can I help you, boy? -
I approach the counter, placing the camera on the shelf white with caution.
-Photo. Must be developed-say, panting.
His gaze goes from me to the camera, full of doubts. I must have looked upset. Fortunately, he decided not to make comments. It simply hand me a set of sheets to be completed and a pen.
-Name and phone number. Everything will be ready for tomorrow morning, he says, flatly.
stared at the pen still in midair.
-D-morrow morning? -
He nods, without batting an eyelid. I could hardly hold back from a punch at the bar.
-You can not do before? It '... is one thing I ask urgently, trying to stay calm.
The men and women are falling back on the bench with a grimace slightly irritated.
-Sorry, but no. E 'night and we are close-
reached into his pocket, looking for the wallet. A desperate times call for desperate measures. The tent a cento. He opens his eyes wide, shocked.
-I am willing to pay more. I need now -
This time does not allow himself to pray.
A-'hour-respond, grabbing the bill and then disappear in the study, closing the door behind him. As soon as I find myself alone, I do look around: there are no chairs, except the photographer's stool. I decide to take this opportunity to fumarmi a cigarette.
Once outside, I let myself fall on the asphalt cold with a sigh. On the street there is no one, apart from a few passing cars. The flame of the lighter warms me for a moment his hands, while protecting the cigarette from the wind. I would give the impossible a little 'of China White, in order to calm the nerves and forget your worries, but are forced to be content.
Aspiro eagerly looking to take stock of the situation. Without pictures, this article may not be published. However, nothing guarantees me that my first encounter with the paparazzi, however, can not finish the papers.
-In practice, they're screwed anyway-
I stand up, dropping the cigarette butt to the ground. I watch him roll away for a while ', driven by the wind, then step on the tip of the boot. Strongly. As if the gesture would help me solve something. Kicked the remains of ash and tobacco before returning inside.
The wait is unnerving. Without much to do, I find myself to measure the room with long strides, while continuing to mull over the incident. Hiding it did not do anything. Yet I was very careful, dammit. How long I followed that guy?
-Damn-murmured, running a hand through his hair. I glance in the direction of the study concerned the back. Still closed, of course.
I'm going back and forth across the room.
After two more cigarettes and a variety of load speed and I feel called.
-Here. One hour, as I said. Could you tell me once that it was a gift for your girl-do man, winking at me-here, go ahead and take the rest. Do not feel like you spend so much, he adds, holding out a couple of bucks with a smile.
stared dazed for a few seconds, unable to replicate. Gift? Suddenly, a sense of relief comes over me: it is clear he has no idea who I am. Blessed are the elderly who do not understand one iota of music rock.
accept the rest, then I hasten to take photos. Begins to flow one by one.
-Shit-
The man looks at me puzzled.
-Hey, everything ok? -
shake my head, saying he was fine. This is not true: I feel lightheaded and my hands are shaking me. Launch of new look at the pictures on the counter, while a cold shiver runs through my spine.
There will be at least thirty shots of me and Jen.
they understand the arc of the whole week.
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Notes:
-I know, the 80 cameras were not exactly the color screen on the back .______. I break to edit the photo XD
-... On the other hand, I enjoyed a casino on Photoshop to recreate all the photos on the counter
XD - "China White" is a slang for heroin define. As I mentioned in the introduction of the characters, the beloved Johnny is not exactly clear as regards the use of substances ._____. I know so far not We have never seen stuff being heavier than a couple of cigarettes and a glass of whiskey, but it is also true that this is also the first real occasion when he has the opportunity to be alone with his thoughts ... and his desire to be.
-... What then, for the record, the drug sites are crap. In the sense that they are useless: they give trillions of contradictory reports. Only stuff that I found heroin ranged from "but in the end does not so bad" to "you change the brain to make you schiavoH!! 111 !!!!", the" yes ;, well, it takes time to become REALLY employees, it is easy to get out early "to" as soon as you touch it you are lost "._____.
mean, fuck, decide. And then you complain about the misinformation of the people. MAVVA '? ._____. [/ End of pseudo-current controversy]
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