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mick jagger - you cant always get what you want

i adjusted my skirt as i sat backstage, a cigarette between my lips paired with a scowl. i had just been broken up with. over the phone. yeah, ouch. my boyfriend of a year "couldn't deal with the press and attention" i got from being a celebrity talk show host, but i could tell he just wanted an easy way out. i knew he had been cheating on me.

my show "dig it" was one of the biggest in the country, and only getting bigger. i was scheduled to interview a band, and i was given my interview cards and lines to go over once more before we started recording. soom after, i was standing, waiting for my cue.

3, 2, 1....

"hey everybody! welcome back to the weekend show, dig it, with me, y/n l/n." i paused for the applause that came shortly after. "today i have one of the hottest bands joining me today, so give it up for the rolling stones!" more applause sounded as the band came out from backstage.

i sat down at the round table, the band members joining me. i noticed him; mick jagger first, of course. long hair, eyeliner, and sheer makeup, stylish and filled with an elegant air. he sat next to me, and we made eye contact for a split second before i started speaking again.

"so, we're going to have a short interview now and afterward, we'll be back with a classic game of never have i ever!"

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thirty minutes later the interview was over and we began the game of never have i ever. throughout the prior segment, i couldn't help but feel the man next to me and his steel gaze that was pointed at my face. i asked the questions, which were written by my producer and were horribly vain and boring. nothing, i'm sure that the press hadn't asked the group before.

halfway through, my back straightened, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. mick jagger had his hand on my thigh. i widened my eyes slightly, glaring at him questioningly. he paid this no mind. i gained back my composure, tv star smile flashing at the camera once more.

after the show, i rushed backstage with the question cards. i was annoyed and flustered. walking to my changing room, i straightened out my appearance, brushing my hair and removing the slightly smudged makeup on my face. i took off my high heels, propping my feet up on the vanity and lighting a cigarette.

i turned my head swiftly around as i felt a breath on my neck. i stood up to face the lean brunette smirking down at me. i took a drag of my cigarette, inhaling then turning my face to blow out the smoke.

"that was quite a fucking stunt you pulled back there, jagger." i tilted my head up to look at his gaze.

"well, i'm sure i've pulled worse over the years we've known each other." i looked down angrily at the ground at this.

"knew each other. past tense. we knew each other once upon a time, mick." i hissed at him. in response, he took my wrist in his hand, pulling me away from my vanity. "what the hell are you doing?!" i exclaimed, as he pulled me.

"'cmon, you gotta admit we had some pretty good times," he whispered, leaning his face down so it was mere inches from mine. i let out a shaky breath as his eyes bore into mine. he lowered his lips to mine, and i caught them, moving in sync with them. 

i jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and he moved into the dressing room parallel to my vanity, closing the curtain behind us.