During the concert, my mind was everywhere else but getting a video of the performance. Even with the roar of the crowd and the loud music. I was only thinking about the magazine.
I had no way of getting a hold of it, nor would I want the boys to see the article. I felt ashamed like I was some teen sneaking out against their parent's wishes to see a boy. A childish and foolish act on my part. Echos of Gerard's words played in my mind.
I really hate distractions and need everyone to be focused so we get this done in one day. I think that we should all be professional and be invested in our jobs
So, now I know that your attentions to work there are skewed. Also, it's cute that you think this is up for debate and that I value your input. It's my decision, not yours. Be a good girl and do what I say sugar
He was right for once. As much as I hate it he was right. I look at him from the side of the stage, not tempting to go into the crowd tonight in case they saw the article and say something. I watch him take the stage, not knowing the truth but expecting something. After To the End was over the lights dimmed and I saw him look toward the side of the stage where I was standing at. He leaned on the microphone standing out of breath and sweaty. His eyes burned into my soul living imprints that I know will never leave.
I looked down into the camera making sure that it was in focus and avoiding his gaze. In the viewfinder, I see him smile and shake his head before Guys in Prison started promptly.
When it was halfway through the show I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to call Luke back. I thought that it was a better time to call anyway, then the boys wouldn't overhear me and I didn't have to explain.
As I walked out I hastily pulled my phone out and dialed Luke. It rang a few times and my anxiety heightened until I hear him pick up.
"Hey," I say with a sigh.
"Hey Y/n," Luke says bluntly. I really don't how to continue this conversation or how much information really he has. He is just finding out like me.
"So uhm. W-what did the article say? Is it big," I ask trying to sound calm but I doubt it does.
"I can read it to you again," Luke says. Forgetting that he did read it, I think I blacked out.
"My Chemical Romance's young videographer seemed to be living a rockstar life of her own. The 23-year-old is seen leaving with a mysterious tall handsome rocker of her own. We are unsure of who this mystery hunk is, but he sure got our attention as does she. Fans reported that the couple was running through the crowds leaving the theater hand in hand laughing as they made their way down the road. Devoted MCR fans know of this videographer and how she and the young Way brother have always been really close. We wonder how he feels about this summer fling and if it will continue." Luke finishes.
I sink down against the brick wall and pinch the bridge of my nose. Once again I am at loss for words in this weird situation and don't know how to make heads or tails of it.
"Hey. At least it is in the middle of the magazine. No one reads that part anyway," Luke says. I giggle at his stupid way of trying to make light of the situation that can potentially ruin my relationship with the boys.
"Do you think there is a way that they could unpublish it? Tell them that there is no need to write a stupid piece about someone who works for someone who is famous? I mean like why me really," I say over the phone. This time my comment makes Luke laugh.
"I don't think so but it is worth a try. I'll ask around down here and maybe ask your guy's publicists how you get things that you don't want to be published to not be," Luke says.
