🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

And you are!?

The guys have been signing posters and albums for almost an hour so far and the queue of adoring fans just seems to keep growing in length. At this rate they'll be here until next week. I feel huge sympathy for the security staff as they begin handing out stickers to fans that will be permitted entry to the signing, then approaching a point in the line that has been identified by 5EX management as the end of the line to deliver the crushing news that anyone beyond that point will miss out on fulfilling their desire to meet the guys today. The blow is somewhat softened with a pre-prepared gift bag containing exclusive goodies for the next 250 in the line. I witness a near riot as girls begin literally throwing each other to the ground in the scramble for a gift bag. Police officers are now escorting the unfortunate fans from the retail park as the security staff form a human barrier at the end of the line to ensure nobody else is able to join it, although many are trying. Girls are running along the barrier waving what look like large wads of cash at those in the line whose dreams remain possible, hoping to entice them to give up their opportunity to meet 5EX. I haven't seen one person accept the deal.

Inside the store the guys are elevated on a platform to allow the queue of fans to see their idols while they wait for their very brief face to face contact, each and every one of them displaying signs of excitement and nerves, one guy even vomiting into what looks like a plastic lunchbox! Blergh!
I've managed to secure myself a spot opposite the table the guys are at and have a very clear view of them, as do they of me.
I notice Jimmi and Yanni nudging one another and pointing in my direction, presumably Jimmi is telling Yanni that he has offered to give me an interview after the fan meet ends. Whatever they are talking about is not making Yanni happy, a murderous look on his face. As the guys continue to stare in my direction I can feel the bubbling of nerves in my stomach and a blush beginning to creep up my neck, my cheeks flushing pink, a fine film of perspiration beginning to build on my forehead. I have never enjoyed being noticed, hence the all black, very basic, slightly masculine outfit. I avert my eyes and fiddle with my phone, opening the notes app and typing in a few sentences about atmosphere, and some observations of interactions between fans and the guys. They are so sweet, allowing their photos to be taken, accepting and wearing gifts, some of which I find ridiculous . One young lady of around 18 years old has handed Teddi a golden crown with a huge red plush heart protruding from the top, each of the points of the crown having a giant red gemstone attached to it. He places the elaborate and enormous monstrosity on his head and poses for photos, pulling cute faces and blowing kisses before removing it and handing it back to her. She immediately falls to the ground, overcome with emotion, and has to be lifted up and moved along by a rather burly man mountain.
After what feels like an eternity, 2 cups of coffee, 3 trips to the bathroom and an incredibly numb bum the end is finally in sight, with only a handful of fans left to meet. The store doors have been secured and once these final few fans are gone the guys will be free. I hope they have time to talk to me, even if it is briefly. I'll even run alongside them as they return to their vehicle if I must. I'll settle for sound bites if I can't get a full interview. Opportunities to talk to these men are as rare as rocking horse shit and hens teeth, so I'll take all I can get.
When I look up from my phone I notice Teddi is having what appears to be a rather in depth and serious conversation with one of the few male fans at the meet. If i'm not mistaken the same man who emptied the contents of his stomach into a box not too long before. Teddi's face is showing signs of exhaustion as well as something else..... possibly panic? Maybe recognition?
I guess it's possible, after all, there aren't many male fans, remembering their names and faces would be easier I suppose. I notice Parker, who is seated directly to the left of Teddi, paying particular attention to the apparently intense conversation taking place before him, a disapproving look on his distractingly handsome face. Instinct makes me click on the video recorder on my phone and train it in that direction, vainly hoping to catch a few words of their exchange. I'm looking forward to getting home tonight and reviewing all my material. I've already got a plot line forming for my next fan fiction.