Chapter Seven
New York
MTV Studio
Charlotte
The limo ride to the MTV studio is a rare treat, and I take full advantage by stretching out my legs across Marilyn's lap. He's always been the indulgent type, especially when it comes to spoiling me. Despite the spaciousness of the limo, I find comfort in being close to him.
As we exit the limo and head towards the studio, Marilyn suddenly stops and turns me around, planting a firm kiss on my lips. I respond with a soft moan, but he pulls away abruptly, his gaze distant as he stares into the crowd.
" Are you okay? " I inquire, concerned by his sudden change in demeanor.
" Hmm? " He snaps out of his trance, his eyes refocusing on me. " Oh, nothing. Just daydreaming. "
His response leaves me puzzled, but I let it slide as we continue on our way. Inside the studio, we're greeted by a bustling team eager to whisk Marilyn away. Before he leaves, he reassures me with a smile, " I'll see you in a few hours. "
" Okay, " I reply, pouring myself a cup of tea. " Don't let them push you around. "
He flashes a confident grin before disappearing into the throng, leaving me alone in the dressing room to pass the time.
Reflecting on Marilyn's contrasting personas, I recall a moment we shared while experimenting with makeup in the bathroom. His transformation from vulnerable to empowered is as swift as a flick of a brush. Marilyn's ability to command attention, whether in his stage persona or his vulnerable moments, never fails to captivate me.
Flashback
In the bathroom, Marilyn experiments with makeup, blending eyeliner and lipstick to create a striking yet unconventional look. Despite his attempts to appear unconventional, his innate allure remains undeniable.
" What do you think? " He asks, puckering his lips and blowing me air kisses.
I can't help but admire his unconventional beauty. " Hot as usual. "
He blushes under his face paint as he playfully teases me, but his gaze softens when our eyes meet. I brush his hair back gently, and he reciprocates the gesture, his touch tender against my skin.
" So MTV today? " I inquire, leaning against the counter.
He nods, wiping excess makeup away. " Yup. Carson Daily. I'll be fielding the same tired questions. What about you? "
" I'll be rehearsing lines for A Bugs Life, " I respond, aware of my recent neglect of the script.
He pauses, then adds, " Johnny wants to hang out before you leave for the movie. Dinner plans. "
" Sounds good. What's on the menu? " I ask.
" Just dinner, " he replies with a smile.
" Translation: I'm cooking, " I quip, earning a sheepish grin from Marilyn.
" Okay, " I agree, mentally planning the meal.
His relief is palpable, prompting me to wonder about his reluctance. What's behind his hesitation? Nevertheless, I resolve to make the evening special for both of them.
End Flashback
As I said, he's so confident when the mask is on, but can't even look me in the face when asking me to do something as simple as cook dinner. It's endearing yes, but it also makes me wonder what could have happened that makes him act like that.
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