I was waiting for the stylist when I decided to go over to the food service table and get something to eat. As I munched on a couple of grapes I noticed a tall attractive blonde walking towards me. I could tell she was braless in her tight white shirt and I figure those breasts had to be fake to just sit up there like that. I noticed the pen and pad in her hand, fans know everything and could get anywhere. She stopped near me and was about to speak when I took the paper and pen from her,
"What's your name baby?" I asked as I looked down at the pad. Might as well make her day, nothing like being called baby by Nick Carter to get a girl giddy,
"Brehan." What? How in the hell do you spell that? I looked up,
"Could you spell that?" She frowned but did so anyway,
"B-R-E-H-A-N." She shook her head,
"What are you doing?" I stopped right before I scribbled her name,
"Oh, is the autograph for someone else?" She crossed her arms,
"As a matter of fact, it is." She snatched the pad from my hand and flipped to a page,
"MY autograph for kid of one of the people who works here." Ok, I'm caught completely offguard,
"Oh, your autograph? I'm sorry I thought you wanted my-" She laughed snidely and replied,
"And why would I want the food service guy's autograph?" I was bright red now, I could feel the heat radiating off my entire body,
"I'm not the food guy. I'm Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys. I'm here for a photo shoot." She looked at me for only a second before turning on her heels and walking off. I shook my head,
"What a bitch." How the hell was I supposed to know who she was? She couldn't be that famous, I didn't know who she was. Brehan, who the hell is Brehan, must be some damn up and coming actress or something. She was wearing a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she hardly had any makeup on, she's lucky I didn't take her for an assistant and tell her to bring me something to drink. I shook it off and walked back over to Carl and Natalie,
"Do either of you know some chick name Brehan?" I directed my question to both of them, I didn't want Carl to feel left out, not that he would care, but I knew he didn't know. The only thing that was programmed in his brain dealt with me. What I like to eat, my routine and my friends and family members' names. Of course Natalie knew, nothing happened and no one who was anyone in the entertainment world went about without her knowing at least a good two sentences on them,
"I only know one person with that name, well I don't personally know her but she's a model, she's been in all the magazines, does runway. She's about to hit supermodel level." I laughed and rolled my eyes,
"Oooh, SUPERmodel." Natalie laughed,
"Hey, models can get $10,000 a day and that's not even the big names like Giselle, Tyra and Heidi." I shake my head,
"To lay around and take some pictures, how easy is that." Natalie tapped me on the shoulder,
"You know what it's like to take pictures, you hate them." I roll my eyes,
"Because I have to do this along with everything else I have to do. They just have to take pictures, it's a big difference. And I'm not getting paid extra for every photo shoot I have to do. Shoot is right, I wish they would shoot me." Natalie rolled her eyes,
"Quit complaining, you just got your hair and makeup done for free, I would kill for that." I lay my head back,
"You can take my place." She lifted my head,
"Don't mess up your hair." I sit up and begin to play with my face,
"And don't mess up your makeup either, quit fidgeting Nick." I sigh and pout like a little kid,
"This sucks." She smiled,
"You sound three." I look over at her and cross my arms,
"This sucks ass." She laughed and shook her head,
"Now you're five." She patted me on thigh and I decided the whining wasn't of any use and I wasn't in the mood to be little Nicky, baby Backstreet anyway.
"So, why did you want to know about Brehan?" Her question instantly took me back to how angry that chick made me,
"She's here, she's a bitch." Natalie frowned,
"Really? I've never really heard anything about her. What happened?" Why bother with all the setup, just get to the point,
"She thought I was the food service guy." Natalie smiled, but it was cut short when I threw her a look full of daggers,
"It's not funny Nat. She was rude as hell. I don't understand how people go around acting like that." Natalie shrugged,
"Maybe it's a bad day." I rolled my eyes, bad day my ass,
"How bad could her day be? She's getting $10,000 to smile, look mad, look sexy, that's it give it to me. She's a model, what the hell could be going on in her life to make her have a bad day?" The question I threw out was never answered. For one I think they knew I really didn't want an answer, I had made up my own mind and two, the stylist walked over with a bunch of clothes and led me to a room where I could try on different clothes, because she had,
"so many ideas for you, now that you've lost so much weight." Rude much lady, like I didn't know I lost weight.
Forty-five minutes of wardrobe only to be put in a pair of jeans and black T-shirt with some weird design on it. I could have brought this from home and saved us alot of trouble. Even though I had lost all this weight this T-shirt was a little tighter than I was used to wearing and I wasn't feeling comfortable at all,
"Are you sure I look ok?" I leaned over and asked Natalie for the seventh time,
"You look great, trust me. If you didn't I wouldn't let them take your picture." I looked down,
"You sure the shirt isn't too small?" She laughed,
"Nick, that's how a shirt is supposed to fit. You're just used to your clothes hanging off you." Yeah well, now I see why, after this I'm going to but my shirts even bigger. They led me to the set with the bed and it was not until that moment that I realized the bathtub wasn't for me. I smiled at the photographer,
"What's the bathtub set for over there?" He was an older man and I could tell from my years there that he was German,
"I'm doing a Maxim cover shoot with Brehan Locke." I wanted to say if you fill that tub with water let me dunk her a few times but I don't think that would have went over too well.
"Ok Nick, sit on the bottom corner of the bed, legs separated and leaning back. I just want to get a couple of test shots." Great, here comes the torture.
Chapter 3
Stranger Than Fiction
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