Popstar Bodyguard

5- Busy, Busy Day

"Now, Mr. Wells, I need you to be on your best behavior today. Stick close and don't let any fans within arm's reach." Blaine opened the door and waited for him to follow. "That'll be after your interview with the radio station 97.3 Modern Pop." The guard looked down at their phone. "That's all your manager told me for now. Y'need a coffee?"

The star perked at the scent of food. Easily distracted, this one. "Thank you! Make sure you eat something too-your body can't heal on an empty stomach." The male bounced out into the hall with his food towards coffee and work. 

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While a radio interview alone might've been an easy day, that was never truly the case for him. The sky was still dark as he stuck close to Blaine and made his way into the stylists chair. "Oh, Honey! These rings have got to go-" the stylist grumped disapprovingly as she tilted Ace back in the chair. Ace grinned up at the woman. "I am in your capable hands."

Blaine stood off to the side, never more than ten feet from her charge. Due to her wound, she could not change genders since the shift would meddle with her stitches, so she had to stand outside the bathroom if he needed to go. Blaine crossed her bottom two arms and held his backpack in one of the others. A stifled yawn was had before the guard took another sip of her coffee. Why wasn't I born with enhanced healing powers? the guard grumped.

"Bee! How's she doing?" called the wolf. "Please stop squirming, Ace." "Oops-sorry." The star quieted and stared up at the ceiling, though he glanced in his bodyguard's direction every so often. Blaine looked really pale. He wanted to make sure the guard wouldn't collapse while he wasn't looking.

The guard stepped up beside the star, not far, but not overly close either. Blaine looked down at their charge, just in view of the wolf. "Mr. Wells, I am fine. Behave for your make-up artist." They looked pale for sure, but Blaine didn't look any more irritated than usual. 

After her report, Blaine walked over to the door and glanced out, then closed it and stood beside the door. She crossed two arms and leaned her back against the wall. "Start your vocal exercises, Mr. Wells. You may be singing an impromptu song on the air."

Ace laughed. "It's never actually impromptu, you know? Like at the party when I 'suddenly let slip my new single'? Just 'happened to have the music on hand'? C'mon, Bee." Still, he began to hum a few bars.

The woman gave an irritated sigh at the memory. Idiots, she thought, mostly about the one who had hit on her. The guard began to pace the room, wanting a smoke. But of course, this was a smoke free building. They quelled their baser need and walked up to stand beside the kid.

Blaine looked down at him, then at the makeup specialist "How much longer will this take?" Her side was lending to the guard's short mood, but they would never admit to that, being a professional and all.

The stylist didn't so much as offer a glance. "As long as it takes, Honey. He's got to look on point or all of it's for nothing. But don't get your shirt in a knot. We're almost finished." 

With the final touches, Ace's chair was tilted up and the wolf beamed at the stylist. "Good work! Sorry my face was all melty. I'll try and get more sleep in the future." That beam turned on Blaine, lighting up the room in his eagerness to get going-and get Blaine to a place where they could sit down at least. He knew that would not last long, as a meet and greet would be the most stressful part of the day for them. Ace bounced out of his chair and went to scarf down the last of his breakfast. He would eat more later, but for now, at least his stomach wouldn't be growling on air.