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GOOD MORNING AMERICA STUDIOS NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK !
Melina nervously waited in her dressing room while the on-set makeup artist powdered her face. The dark circles under her eyes were very telling of her lack of sleep, not only from last night but the past few days. Being cornered by the paparazzi in Queens created an online hate mob non-stop, and it inspired Twitter threads digging up her past.
Her comments were off, but the madness about the situation still lived in her head.
Her best friend Paloma Mami couldn't end up coming to support her. There was a sudden rescheduling for her new music video. Melina understood but going through it alone was hard. She'd never done an interview that was really just damage control. Last weekend, she threw her heel at the paparazzi and called him a dirty pendejo. Today? She's fundraising for Saint Jude's...
Yeah. Not transparent at all.
She remembered the male paparazzi propositioning her for sex, and when he couldn't take no for an answer, he threatened to ruin her. That was what prompted her to throw her heel at him, but no one talks about that, right? Shit, no one even knows.
"Melina, they're ready for mic check."
It was 6:30 in the morning. The live broadcast would start in half an hour. This whole charade was a Hail Mary orchestrated by her publicist to help improve her image, but it was so transparent she thought it'd just make everything worse...
Fuck it, she took a deep inhale and left the dressing room.
Outside of the studio, Benito had his phone in his hands, fighting back every desire to smash it. He was leaning by the rear exit door; his phone blowing up.
Y ella sigue llamándome... She's not seriously going to show up, is she?
There would be no point telling security to not let her get through. If he dared to mention his ex to anyone, they would feed his words right back to TMZ, and he didn't need any more headlines about the situation. He'd just deal with it himself.
Her brother coincidentally worked security for Good Morning America. That's how she knew Benito would be performing. If she wanted to get inside, she would. She was crazy enough to show up live on air and ruin his performance, too.
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Puñeta. Benito whispered through his teeth. He now considered canceling his performance. It was for Charity, Saint Jude's. He'd look like absolute shit to back out so late, but was it worth the drama?
