DON'T STOP SMILING- Maylor

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ROGER'S POV

"Stop squirming." The bitchy photographer whispered.

How am I not supposed to squirm? I'm laying on a cheap velvet couch in the most awkward and painful position ever. It doesn't help that everyone is staring at me.

I can see the photographer, Paul's, lips move. But, I couldn't hear what he was saying.

I could see everyone's stares become worried glances.

My manager, Tim, runs up to me and shakes my shoulders. I raise my eyebrow and stare at him in confusion.

I could feel my eyes blur over and clear up and a sharp ringing filled my head.

But, this is normal. It happens.

Tim pulls me up off the couch and puts an icepack against my forehead.

I whip my head around, confused about what is happening. I can see that Paul is fuming. That's the last thing I see before my vision blurs and everything goes black.

AN

-GROOVYLADY