“Over here!”
“How’s it feel to be...”
I winced in the attack of bright lights as I walked down the red carpet, my arm linked with Jackson Walker, my costar.
“Damn reporters,” he muttered in my ear.
I smiled, “I totally agree.”
“Are you two dating?” I heard a reporter call as the two of us entered the Chinese theater.
“The press are so easy,” I laughed.
“Megan! Honey! You look fantastic!” shouted the director of my movie, Charles Dannely.
“I know Charles, I’ve been told,” I said, glancing down at my Gucci dress. I sure did like it. It was a pale pink, ankle length dress made of the most unique material I have ever seen.
“And Jackson...” Charles began.
“Save it Charles for someone who needs it,” Jackson interrupted.
The two of us smiled at one another, “Come on, let’s go find our seats,” I said, looking at my ticket.
“We’re the stars. We can have any seat we want,” Jackson said, walking with me.
We were at my third movie premiere. It was my third movie I had ever made, a major accomplishment to say the least. Jackson was my co-star. He was an amazing actor, no one could deny that. But he was first class asshole. And just for the record, I am not dating him. Goodness people, it was just a dumb movie! I’m always with him to promote the movie. I mean, come on, it’s just proper for the two stars to go together.
I know what everyone says of me. I think the press thinks I don’t read. I mean, come on! I read the entertainment magazines, I’m not stupid. They all print that I’m a selfish, spoiled, awful person. But the best should get the best, right?
“I think these are our seats,” I said, motioning to what was considered the best seats in the house.
“Must be,” Jackson said, sitting down, and I sat next to him.
I looked around and saw the Chinese Theater filling up. At least two thousand people must be here. All to see me.
“Would you two please pose for a picture for our entertainment magazine?” I heard someone say.
I looked over at Jackson, “What magazine?” he asked.
“Entertainment Chronicles,” the girl answered, her photographer was standing behind her getting antsy.
“That’s a popular magazine,” I commented.
“Sure,” Jackson answered.
“Could I get you two to stand?” the photographer asked.
Jackson and I stood up and wrapped our arms comfortably around each other and smiled.
“Beautiful!” the photographer yelled., and snapped the picture.
“The camera loves you two!” the lady shouted, “I’m Marie Shever, do you mind if I interview you real quick?”
“No time,” Jackson said, “The premieres about to start.”
“But the program says it doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes, I ask you for five minutes. Please?” Marie begged.
“No time,” Jackson repeated, shifting in his seat. I sat down again and smiled up at the lady.
“Sorry,” I said, continuing to smile.
Marie nodded and thanked us, and her and her photographer stomped off. Muttering something like “ungrateful, snotty, rich people.” Oh well.
I looked at Jackson’s watch and rolled my eyes. Thirty more minutes of watching me act. I had spent a very long time working on that movie, truthfully, I don’t wish to see it again. The lights were dim and I had a huge headache from me whining on the screen about... actually, I forgot what I was whining about.
To add to my pleasant mood, my best friend, Alanah, didn't show up. I had sent her a plane tickets, hotel money, and a premiere ticket. And she didn’t show.
I spent ten more minutes pretending to be enthusiastic, and I couldn’t do it anymore. “I’m going to the ladies room,” I whispered to Jackson.
He nodded, I could tell he was intrigued by himself on the screen. I could just imagine him telling himself how good looking and talented he was. I stood up and stepped out as quietly as I could. Yet, everyone turned to look why I was leaving.
I walked straight to the ladies room where I intended to stay for the last twenty, grueling minutes if the movie.
“Megan!” shouted a familiar voice,
I looked up, “Alanah! There you are! I didn’t think you came! Where were you?” I asked, giving her a hug.
“They wouldn't let me sit where you were. They took one look at me, saw I was a nobody, and sent me to the balcony. I saw you leave, so I left too,” Alanah explained.
“I am so sorry,” I apologized.
“It’s not your fault, really,” Alanah assured.
I smiled, “I am just so glad to see you.”
“The feelings mutual. I missed you so much. I think everyone has,” Alanah said.
“Come on, lets go sit in the lobby, the bathroom isn't the greatest place to have a reunion,” I said. The two of us stood up and walked to the lobby and sat at the bar. I sat next to a blonde guy I had never seen, but he was pretty cute.
“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.
“A water,” I replied.
“Ditto,” Alanah said.
The bartender handed us two bottles of water. “Thanks,” Alanah said.
“Megan, right?” I heard the man next to me ask.
I turned around, I was silently hoping he wasn't a reporter, or a photographer, or a director asking me to read over a script he'd be directing. “Yeah.”
“You’re movies really great. You’re very talented,” he said.
“Then why aren’t you in there watching the rest?” I asked, skeptically.
“I was sitting next to some lady who was sick and all she could do was cough and sneeze on me. I got a little grossed out,” the guy said.
I laughed, “Oh.”
The guy laughed too, “I’m Nick. Nick Carter,” he introduced.
“I’m Megan, and this is my best friend Alanah,” I said, motioning to Alanah.
“Hey,” Alanah greeted.
“Hey, nice to meet you,” Nick said, politely.
“Same,” Alanah and I replied.
“So, you really like the movie?” I asked, leaning on the counter.
“Yes, I do. Jackson kind of gets annoying to watch though,” Nick said.
“Why’s that? Everyone else thinks he's king,” I said.
“Well, sure, all the girls go for him and he’s a really good actor. But he’s an asshole,” Nick said, “I mean, I know you’re with him and all...”
I sighed and interrupted him, “Stop! Stop right there. For the last time, Alanah take this down and put the billionth tally mark, I am not dating, seeing, or with Jackson Walker.”
“Oh, sorry,” he apologized.
“No need. I’m used to it. I’m just tired of correcting people,” I replied.
“Oh, all right,” Nick said, glancing at his watch, “Five minutes left of the movie. Are you going to the after party?”
I rolled my eyes, “I have to, are you?”
“Nah, I’m really tired, I’ve been on the road for months on end,” Nick said, yawning.
“Touring must be tough,” I said.
Nick looked at me like he was surprised I knew who he was. Come on, who doesn't know the “I Want It That Way” boys?
“Yeah, it is,” Nick began, “You’re a lot different than I expected.”
I looked at him with a quizzical look on my face, “What do you mean?”
“I expected you to be like everyone said you were, snobby,” Nick said.
I looked away, somewhat offended, somewhat glad he was so truthful,” Everyone has their own opinion, I guess.”
“Sadly,” Alanah mumbled, drinking her water.
“Can I have your number? I’ll be in Los Angeles for a few days, maybe we can... hang out,” Nick suggested.
“That would be okay, here,” I said, scrounging up a napkin and a pen. I scribbled my number on the napkin and tucked it in his pocket. I patted his pocket and looked up at him and realized I was standing extremely close,
“I better get inside with Jackon before the movie’s over. Bye Nick!” I said, backing away and waving. Alanah stood up, and the two of us walked towards the theatre.
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