"I can't write this," She states without turning as she feels someone else's presence in the room.
Shaunna sighs some, she hated how Dani always knew where she was without her having to say something. It was a sic sense, one she just didn't understand. She didn't wear a thick perfume or make any noise. She would do it at home too and it always creeps her out.
"You have to," she says softly as she watches the back of the chair. "Dani it's your.."
"Don't say it's my job! I didn't interview him! He fucking got to me ok?" Dani says in anger, quickly turning in her chair only to look at her friend. "God damn it I was some kind of joke in there and now you want me to write about it? Write how some pompous prick put me in my place like I have done something to him?"
The raising of tone in Dani's voice shook up Shaunna. Dani was never an angry soul. She usually let things role but for someone to really get under her skin like this wasn't only shocking but unsettling.
"Fine... don't write it."
Dani shakes her head some. Even the answer she wants didn't work. None of it worked. She looks up a bit, frowning as she stares at her friend.
"How much will a bad revie..."
"No Dani. You write it the right way or you don't write it at all. Come on we can't damage some kid because he go the better of you!" Shaunna states as she moves closer to the desk. Dani frowns as she looks up at her, both of them fighting with their eyes, already knowing what the others is thinking and saying.
"Fine.." she whispers softly, as Dani's head lowers to the desk, resting on it's cold surface. "Fine.." she repeats before Shaunna nods.
"See you at home?" Shaunna asks, knowing the answer already before she steps back to the door, knowing she won't get an answer.
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Boredom. It stinks, like the smell of a rotten dead skunk that sprayed its juice before its attack. But worse then that, it eats at you. It plays tug of war against your smile, against your frustration, against your being.
For John, boredom couldn't be worse. It destroys his creativity and makes the stage show harder. But, boredom is here and he has no way to fight against it except for throwing a rubber ball against the wall across from his bed.
'Thud, thud'. The noise matches his feeling all to well. Just dull, a thud. Throwing the ball harder, it bounces away from his grasp only making him sit up a bit, cursing.
"I need something to do... this is gonna kill me." he says to himself, wishing someone else was around to hear it but at the same time glad no one was there to bother him.
Since his fame, everything had become fake. Faker by the minute in fact. Friends who knew him his whole life begin telling him what a star he is, how talented he is, how wonderful he is. Things they would have never said before. Girls who would ignore him and tease him for his big lips now all wanted to kiss and rub up on him like he was some trophy.
He hadn't changed, had he? No. He was still that sarcastic, cocky ass hole he was before, arrogant yet polite, deep but shy and never about to expose it. The only thing that has changed is them, and only them.
"John!" he hears calling from outside his door, most likely Dave running down the hall with some tune or idea in his head or worse, a practical joke. He knows he should call out and acknowledge him yet as the sounds get closer to his door he can only fake snore.
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Dave sighs as he hears the snoring, rubbing his head some before turning towards the young women besides him, shrugging his shoulders.
"Ahh geeze.. sorry ma'am but he seems to be asleep and we don't like to disturb him when he is like that," Dave says in a kind but sad voice as his eyes bare at her with a frown that he was hiding. He knew who she was and what she came for, the joy of seeing her upset him would be thrilling and yet, he knew this couldn't be the right time.
"Oh? Well Pardon me.." she says, giving a sweet smile before making a fist and with all her might pounding on the door.
"John Mayer you wake your ass up right now and give me a proper interview!"
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His eyes widen as he hears the voice. The voice of the yelling. He knew it, yesterday he had tortured a person to make that voice. But how could she be there? Why would she be there? Sitting up more he moves himself off the side of the bed, a hand coming up and ruffling his hair to make it look slept upon as his feet shuffle against the floor.
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"MA'AM! What are you doing?!" Dave asks in shock as he steps back, watching the somewhat tall angry brunette pound on the door relentlessly. He was shocked, John has pulled some stunts in his time but to see a reporter hound him was beyond normal.
Turning her head she gives a slightly smile amongst her anger. She simply shrugs as she looks at him, her eyes innocent while her forehead still shows wrinkles of her anger.
"Now I'm sorry Dave, you have been nothing but nice but this man is going to give me my interview," she states before turning toward the door, yelling loudly. "YOU HEAR THAT MAYER! GET YOUR ASS UP AND GIVE ME MY INTERVIEW!" Her hand begins to slam against his door harder, her feelings on everyone else waking up not mattering.
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John laughs softly. Boredom just passed as she stands in the hallway making a scene. Making a scene over him of all people. His hand reaches out, undoing the lock before her grabs the door, yanking it open quickly only to smirk as he watches her stumble a bit as her hand falls.
"Well what crawled up your butt?" he asks, grinning uncontrollably as she turns and scowls at him, crossing her arms while moving so facing him.
"Well morning sunshine." she says with a smirk as she lets go of her anger, turning her head to Dave. She nods him off politely, amused all to much by the stunned look upon his face before she pushes her way past John into his bedroom.