*3 years later*
~Scott
The rest of my band and I were headed onto the stage, the third interview of the day. Ever since released an actual album instead of just Volumes, the publicity has gone crazy. I could here the interviewer introduce us as "a new beginning to accapella" and "a throwback to the old days with a twist." I've heard different variations of this same introduction in all interviews.
"I am proud to welcome, Pentatonix!" That's our cue. I lead the rest of my bandmates onto the stage, me sitting closest to the interviewer, then Mitch, Kirstie, Avi and finally Kevin.
"So, let's start off with who you are," the interview hands me the mic. We all say our names and passed the mic back up.
"Great, so let's get started!" The interviewer asked us various questions, questions about the tour, about the album, how this has impacted us.
"I have a couple questions for Scott." I froze. I wasn't aware of this. I hate when interviewers just focus on me.
"Do you recognize the name Skylar Patlen?" My heart stops. Now I actually feel frozen. Blood rushes to my faces and I'm pretty sure that it's the temperature of the sun. We haven't talked in years, but I remember her so distinctly.
"U-uhm I don't know who that is, no." I gulp in air, feeling as if I'm about to explode. The rest of the band knows about her and how we felt for each other. They also know how we drifted and how I sat in my bus bunk for at least a week waiting for her to respond.
"So these tweets on Twitter between you two don't mean anything at all?" he held up a printed out picture of some of our tweets. They were very gooey and lovey, I felt pathetic looking at them. They were all from at least 3 years ago.
"Those are old, I didn't put any thought into it. Can we move on?" I adjusted my collar, look back to my friends, trying to signal them for help.
"You're telling me that you were never in any kind of relationship with the famous dancer, Skylar Patlen?" He pulls out another piece of paper with a picture of Skylar, my Skylar.
"We should get going we have other interviews and meetings to at--" I was cut off by a video.
"Because that's not what she said." On the video was Skylar in an interview with the same man that was interrogating me now.
"Yes, I've been in some sort of relationship with Scott Hoying. We don't talk much anymore, though, so it's sort of in the past." Just hearing her voice crushes my heart. I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I stand up to leave before I embarrass myself anymore.
"I'll take that as a yes?" the interviewer grins, knowing that he's breaking me, piece by piece.
I run away to the bathroom, leaving his question unanswered.
"I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid, I'm so so stupid," I repeat while collapsing on the wall behind me. Mitch and Avi bust in through the door behind me.
"What happened out there?" Avi says before sitting down beside me, Mitch in front.
I cover my face with my hands, muffling my voice. "I snapped. It hurt so much just to hear her name, that video tore me from inside out." I wipe off my face with my sleeves.
"There's going to be so many interviews like that. They try to make you snap. You can't let them all get to you," Mitch comforts, rubbing my knee which somehow calms me down a little.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It just, it hurts. I miss talking to her and now she's all famous and can get any guy she wants, yeah right she'd want me back." My throat tightens, leaving me unable to finish.
"I understand, man. It's gonna hurt. But you just have to brace through it." Avi says. A stranger walks into the bathroom, which I take as my cue to stand up. I fix my self up in the mirror so it doesn't look like I've been crying and head out of the bathroom to the backstage area.
"That was highly inappropriate of them to ask that, so we demanded that they don't air it. Is that okay with you?" My manager asks.
"I guess so, but we can't do that with every interview I choke up on," I manage to let out a soft laugh.
"I gotcha. Alright we need to get back on the road if we want to get some food before the next interview," my manager shouts while studying her watch and looking over our schedule at the same time. I don't know where we would be without her. We all climb into the van and head to a burger place in LA.
"God, I love their burgers here," Kevin comments, licking his lips just thinking of them. We all order our food and sit down at a table in the far back where it's almost impossible to be spotted. We still had a few fan encounters, but I never mind meeting supporters. The waiter brings our drinks and food.
"Here is a salad for you," he hands the salad to Mitch, "a cheeseburger with no onions for you," giving Kirstie her burger, "two double cheeseburgers for you two," he hands Avi and Kevin their burgers and after a quick three seconds, they're already digging in, "a hamburger with extra ketchup for you," I receive my burger as my stomach growls just thinking of it, "and a taco salad for you," he hands the salad to our manager. Why is there a taco salad at a burger place? He hands each of us our drinks and leaves, mentioning that if we need anything else to flag him over.
I'm about to take a bite of my sandwich when I hear high pitched squeals. I put my burger down, assuming the squeals are assigned to us. I look up to see that there is no one near our table, instead surrounding the door. The wall of fangirls is so thick that I can't see who they are fangirling over.
"Who is that?" Kirstie says. Everyone else seems to be looking over at the crowd. I guess they thought it was for us, too. I see one bald headed guy and another short haired brunet guy dressed head to toe in a black suit. They appear to be bodyguards. They push their way through the crowd, eventually making it to the counter, escorting their celebrity. I see long, straight, hazelnut hair, reaching down to below her shoulder blades. She's wearing a dark blue blouse, clutching a baby pink designer purse at her side.
"Looks like some stuck up celeb," I say, breaking my stare at the unknown celebrity and look back to my delicious looking hamburger. I take a bit, taking in the orgasmic feeling this sandwich gives off. Kevin was right, these are amazing.
"Oh my god, is that Sk--." Kevin starts before being elbowed by Avi. Avi glares at him, motioning towards me.
"Who? Who is it?" I look over and it hits me. It's Skylar. She's now being escorted by her bodyguards towards a table only four away from me. I feel frozen. I could just shrivel up and die right here. I feel as if I'm being suffocated. Everyone else at the table stop staring, trying to refocus on their food, making it twenty times more awkward. I drop my burger back on my plate, resting my face in my hands. I could feel the heat radiating off my face. Also the stares from everyone else at the table. I hear someone approach the table but I'm too exhausted and sad to look up. Someone quietly gasps.
"Scott? Is that you?"
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OOOOOOOPS SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING I FORGOT + SCHOOL WORK. i'm gonna try and update more often now, but if not i'm sorry!!! i hope you liked this chapter because i did :-) love u guys
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Fanfic(NO LONGER CONTINUED) the way that i love you, i will never love another. the way that i love you is pure. ---- Scott Hoying/Pentatonix fan fiction. Everything I write is my own.
