Dark. (A Riker Lynch Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Ross

I shook Ross' hand once more. We sat down. "So I was told you where the most famous." I said. "I wouldn't say that necessarily." He grined. "I'm just a guy in a band that happens to act." He said. "Seems like you've got your things in order." I said. "I try. But I've got my battles and I've got my wars." He said. "Most wouldn't believe that." I said. "Well its extremely true." He said. "Despite my position in life, I have those. I'm very far from the phosad they call perfect." He said. His grammer surprising me. For a simple 19 year old, he was quite on point and sharp.

Like Rydel, we did the standard questions for a while.

"So being the youngest, in the band. What is it like?" I asked. "Its cool. I mean they all kind of look after me, now that I'm older I'm way more independent." He said. "But it has it's shitty moments." He said. "Could you give me an example?" I asked. "Like they aren't just my older bandmates, they're my older sibilings. So they pull the because I'm older card way more than I think need be. That's even including my younger brother and 80% of the time, he's always off doing something completely different, or prepping for the shows and other things." He said. "So they can be...what is the word you would use?" I asked. "Ridiculing. Controling. At worts, Over Bearing." He said. "Strong words." I said. "Strong truth." He replies.

At this point, I found him the most interesting one out of the band. Even without interviewing all of them. He seemed to be the one who was the fly on the wall. He obviously was a observant person. A mentally ill person could tell you that.

"You make it look like it's great but you make it sound not so great." I said. "You're right. I and or we make it look easy and awesome. But there is a hidden truth for everything." He said. "How big of hidden truth are you talking?" I asked. "Bigger than the cemi truck that follows behind our tour bus." He replied. "You seem to be the one with either the most answers or the most problems." I said probably out of turn. "I have neither Ms. Caster." He said. His lips curled into a smile, that turned into a laugh. "Baby by the end of this week, you are gunna find out I'm the one with all the facts." He said.

We contined the interview.

"So do you have problems with your family? Your brothers so to speak." I asked. "What boy doesn't have problems with his brothers?" He said. "You're big on answering questions with questions aren't you?" I joked. "I have a nack mor it." He playfully smiked. "But back to your question." He sat up strighter. "I have problems with them...nowa days about 70% of the time." He said. "Who's the biggest 'problem maker' if you will?" I asked. He paused thinking for 10 seconds.

"Riker." He said. This is the second time Riker has been named the problem maker... I thought. "Can I ask why?" He's the oldest. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they're supposed to be the third parent figure in your life but he's different now." He said. "So he wasn't always like this?" I asked. "No. We know a whole different man. This guy I've never met before." He said. That is so odd...

We wrapped up the interview with some jokes and fun facts about him and his little side hobbies.

It was only two interviews a day. Rydel and Ross today, Ellington and Rocky tomorrow. Then...Riker the day after that.

I don't think I have ever been more nervous for an interview in my entire career.