The Leading Man (Multiband Fan Fic)

Chapter 45 - Mama's Fallen Angel

Katie's P.O.V

I stared at Vikki, catching Kirk in the corner of my eye.
He stared at us.
He's had months to tell me. It's almost Christmas...
"I thought I did something bad..." I spoke out loud, to one in particular.
"That's not your fault, Katie! He's an asshole." Dylan spoke up.
"You knew?" I looked at him.
"I was going to tell you tonight. I gave him plenty of chances to tell you himself. I wasn't hiding this from you, I figured honesty was the best way about this." He told me.

Kirk walked away.

Vikki hugged me, holding me tight.
"You are perfect how you are. You did nothing wrong." She told me, stroking my hair back, as Dylan took my red bowler hat, as it fell off, when she hugged me.
I stared at the wall, where he was stood, my heart still, my mind blank. I'm lost... But I'm not surprised.
"Monroe... I think you're going to be OK." Dylan held my left arm, having me turn around.
I looked up, seeing Ezra stood there. He's still here, after me running off the way I did?
His eyes were sad, big and shiny.

"I'm not crying... It ended months ago... The truth is out. It hurts... I can't lie..." I was rambling.
"I don't want you to hurt..." Ezra walked up to me. "I don't know who he was, but he's a fool... I could never hurt you... Katie, you're what the stars are made of... I just wanted to meet you, I didn't think I'd feel this way for you, but I do. You're... the first bite of an apple crumble. You're the gin, to the tonic... You make everything perfect, and he..." Ezra shook his head. "He's a fool. I'd never let you go."

. . .

Dylan's P.O.V

Vikki linked her arm in mine, standing on my left.
We smiled to each other, before taking our leave, leaving Monroe to her own fate.
"Dylan..." Gov walked over to us. "Sorry to ask... I have the plans, for the video, tomorrow. They want Monroe to play the part of the model, and Vince to be her hero and 'save' her... It sounds shit. Let's be honest - but how would you feel if..." Gov pointed to both Vikki and myself.
"Wanna star in a video?" I asked her.
She smiled. "I'd love to! But you need to take me for a ride on the Hollywood Taxi first." She teased.
"As you wish, Milady." I smiled to her.

. . .

Katie's P.O.V - Two Days Later

"... Where they had plans to shoot the video." Ezra read out, reading Rolling Stone magazine, a story on Janie's Gun. "Miss Monroe- that's you -stated 'making videos is fun, an' all, but anything where the fans are involved is just so much better'."
"I don't remember saying that, but it sounds like something I would say..." I thought about it, nudging Ezra when he mentioned me.

We were sat on a Gray Line coach, parked up on the Strip. He had nowhere to go, so I invited him to come to the shoot. LA is his home, giving me a short tour of the area we were shooting in, before we decided to chill on the coach.
They're shooting scenes with Vikki right now, so we're all just scattered around the area.

"So, you slept with my niece?!" I heard the Gov from outside.
I leaned over Ezra, looking out the window, seeing the Gov and Vinnie having a chat.
"Kinda... Nothing happened, Gov, I swear! We just stayed up, talking, and she fell asleep. I didn't want to disturb her!" Vinnie looked scared.
"I've followed your band, since day one..." Ezra started. "Vince's seems to of settled in well..."
I laughed. "Yeeeah." I sat back. "He's the best." I smiled.
"OK! Where's Dylan?!" The director called out, walking out the bar we were outside of.
Dylan started up the Hollywood Taxi, parked up on the curb, outside. Ezra and I climbed out the bus.
"So, Vikki you're going to climb up on the back of the bike. Dylan, wink at the camera, then drive on down the street! That will take us to the bus, where Naomi will step out and the story goes on..." He told us all.
"Yay..." I spoke plainly, Ezra laughing. "You'll like Boston." I told him.
"You're gonna be there, so I don't see how I can't." He smiled at me. Did I forget to mention he's coming back to Boston with me?
"I'll see you guys back at home." Dylan told us, passing by on his bike, turning around and taking his place, behind the coach.
"What you mean?" I asked him, walking his direction, with Eddie, Vince and Ezra.
"We're going home the day after tomorrow." Eddie pointed out.
Dylan smiled. He was doing something...

They just finished shooting Vikki walking down the street, passing a sign that says 'There's No Place Like Home'. Ironic.
Now, it's the final scene.
Yesterday, from 06:00 AM to 11:00 PM, we were shooting the performance part of the video. We had so much fun, changing clothes, crazy hair do's, and awesome hats!
None of us were in the story line, so a separate group were shooting some scenes, like Vikki's 'parents', her creepy agent... All the best parts were being shot today.

"And action!"

Vikki walked out the hotel, we were all out of shot.
She climbed onto the back of Dylan's bike. Dylan lifted the sunglasses he was wearing, winked at us lot, laughed, and drove off, where the camera followed them go, turning to a Gray Line coach, where Naomi stepped off and took a look at the buildings before her, before setting tracks on her journey.
"And... Cut!" Director called it.

Stevie was running up the street, from where Dylan and Vikki went off too.
"They gone! They jus' drove on pass' us!" He smiled, as he was with Alec, and Alec's girlfriend, Samantha, down the street. They were smoking, wanting to stay out the way.
"Son of a bitch!" Eddie laughed, as none of us thought he'd do that.
"What a guy!" I smiled.
"He's gone?!" Ezra asked, amazed.
"He' gone." Stevie shrugged, the biggest smile on his face.
"He's making it up to Vikki..." I told them, looking down the street where they disappeared towards.