The Epic Last Song

Epic Last Song

Chapter 1

 I Step out of the limo into the sea of paparazzi, with their callous questions and bright cameras flashes and finally make my way into the hotel. The first thing I do as I walk through the revolving doors is remove my hat that had previously been tilted towards the right side or the “bad side” of my face as my PR manager, Lillian would say, to cover it from the press. After all, how would want to see the bad side of Eleanor Abbott’s face in a candid shot? , She would say.

            “Bloody paparazzi! Can’t they just leave us alone for once? I mean, we just got of a 12-hour flight; they should have some curtsey for Christ sake. What do you think El? Do you think they got the dark circles? I mean, I know they aren’t that prominent, but you know how everything is ultra-evident in these candid shots.”  Lillian said, while trying to brush out the creases from her over-coat.

            I wanted to reply, wanted to tell her that yes, her dark circles were that prominent but it didn’t matter, as those paparazzi weren’t there for her but for me. But all I said was, “dark circles? What dark circles? C’mon sweetie, one wouldn’t be able to spot those dark circles with the help of a magic lamp and genie. You’re safe, I’m sure no one got anything on camera.” It wasn’t a complete lie, I’m sure no one got even a single shot of her on camera or even they did I’m sure they didn’t care enough to look twice and spot the dark circles. So in a way she was safe.

            She looks at me for a moment and smiles. This, this is why I do this. This is why I lie so shamelessly and this is why I tolerate her idiotic behavior. ‘Cause in the end, she is all I have.

            “You’re probably right darling. Now why don’t you go and say hi to Jeremy while I sort out our rooms and other arrangements? His room number is 501.”

            I nod and start to walk towards the lift, but not before taking in a deep breath and praying to god, to give me strength to handle that annoying bastard.  As soon as I step into the elevator I see Lillian’s hand holding the door’s open, “oh and don’t forget to tweet about how Eleanor Abbott flew all the way from LA to Ireland, just to support her boyfriend Jeremy Sage on his very big nomination!” and the elevator doors close as soon as she finishes her sentence.

            ‘Boyfriend’ and ‘Jeremy Sage’ in the same sentence? I can feel the bitter liquid forming in my throat as I think about it. Jeremy and I had started this façade about a year and a half ago when we  were both new to our industries and fame in general.          

            I had just started with my modeling career and Jeremy’s second album had just been realized. It had all started with us working together on a music video. I still remember, the first day I had met him, it was hate at first site. He had been sitting in his trailer getting his make-up done and the director had sent me in to say hi and work on our chemistry. Oh and chemistry it was, flirting shamelessly with the make-up artist, trying to fit his hands into her skin tight denim shorts, I had just known I would hate this guy forever.

            Things had gotten even worse during the shoot; we were complete opposites and argued over almost everything. I wasn’t even able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the beach we were shooting on. In fact, once it had gotten so bad that he had thrown a handful of sand in my hair, which took an entire week to wash out.

            But obviously our dumb-ass director had considered all this bickering to be “childish flirting” and that’s exactly what he had told seventeen mag during the interview. That’s when the spiral of rumors and lies had started. From falling in love at first sight during the shoot to hints about us moving in together. Lies and more lies, until we too decided to bury the truth once and for all.

            It was Lillian who told us not to open our mouth, to let the fire of our fake budding romance burn bright and wild. Oh, and bright and wild it burned. I remember when we had decided to go out for an ice cream one night, just Jeremy and me. I dreaded being alone with that asshole but Lillian gets what Lillian wants. It had truly been a wild night, cars, cameras and paparazzi’s, all just hoping to get a single shoot of the two of us together, holding hands, kissing, or maybe just a statement, saying how much we love each other. It was been crazy and after that night, as Lillian would say, we weren’t just Jeremy Sage and Eleanor Abbott; we were Jeremy Sage and Eleanor Abbott.

            Since then, we have worked together a million times, tweeted each other or about each other a billion times and all in all lied about this lie countless times. But what’s surprising is that even after all this time the truth didn’t change. Even after all those dates and kisses, I still feel the same way about this man. I still believe that he the most pathetic and annoying person on the face of earth and worst creature ever created by the all mighty.

            I was pulled out of my thoughts by a ting and soon I realized that I had reached my destination, which was the 5th floor. This is strange since I don’t even remember pressing number 5 on the key’s board to my right. Without giving it much thought, I step out of the elevator. I turn to my right where the rooms are all situated in descending order. I reach the end of the lobby and finally see it, room 501.

            This is it.