Reality.

Easy not easy

Camilla

"Sir," I looked up disbelievingly at the man across the desk. "Could you say that again?"

The bald patch on his head glinted as he surveyed me from behind his wire-rimmed spectacles, sternly crossing his brows.

"You've got the job."

A smile wanted to make itself known upon my face, but I forced it down, feigning seriousness.

"What do I have to do?" I asked, crumpling the cut-out newspaper ad in my fist. It's just a reality show. How complicated could it get?

"It's simple," the man, Mr. Jansen, pulled out a photo from a paper file on his desk, which was ridiculously neat, with all the files color coded behind him and one of them singled out on his spotless desk.

I leaned forward, gripping the edges of my seat.

"That's Luke right? Luke Taylor? The singer slash actor guy right?" I asked nervously.

Mr. Jansen leaned back on his wheeled chair, pleased.

"Yes, you are very correct," he said, nodding. "And this time, you're in for a treat. Your job is pretty easy. Make him fall in love with you and then break his heart. We'll provide the perfect conditions and you will just have to try your best. If you can't, then you receive no pay."

I sat there, stock still, staring at him, disbelief clouding my brain again.

"Excuse me?" I gaped at him. "But... but I'm just a normal person and he's... he's a star. How could- how can I make him fall for me?"

"You'll just have to work it out yourself," said the emotionless being in front of me. I contemplated on my choices. I was pretty short on money, and seeing this big ad on the newspaper, I felt that it was my last resort. Jobs had pushed me down as my qualifications weren't quite enough, so I decided to go for the show as I was always praised for my looks. It was too late to back out now, wasn't it?

"We have set up a scenario for you two to meet. And from then on, you're on your own. The guy's oblivious to it all so take it easy, you. Ah, and hidden cameras will be the least of your worries. They won't bother you. I promise." The guy seemed to have read my mind, but instead of relief, dread spread from the pit of my stomach.

"Right," I bit my lip, still not convinced that I would 'take it easy'.

"Your first scenario will be an interview with Luke on his newest movie. We will provide you your outfit. If this doesn't work," he pulled out a card from his pocket. "Call me and we'll go for plan B."

If he really thought this was easy, then he was dead wrong. It was hell complicated and my brain had suddenly wiped itself blank with panic.

"And what's plan B?" I asked.

"We haven't worked out the details just yet."

Okay. So there's no plan B. No backing out.

I took the card gingerly and stuck it into my bag hoping against hope I would not have to take it out again.

~*~

"So, Mr. Taylor," I subconsciously traced the neckline of my dress, which was a bit too low for comfort. The plan seemed to be working though, since Luke's eyes were following my hand. I cleared my throat.

"Yes?" Luke smiled at me charmingly, sticking a leg up, placing the ankle under his thigh and spreading both arms around the back of the sofa as most celebrities do in an interview. I, on the other hand, was rubbing my hands together worriedly.

"Welcome to the show," I spread my palms flat on the polka dotted dress, cursing the neckline to the end of its days.

"Thanks," Luke's eyes were wide in a grin, brown flecks making themselves known among the blue.

"About your recent movie, The Wolf's Cry," I stumbled to remember my well memorized questions- I watched the movie three times to remember every single part- and continued, "you were starring as Jones, am I correct?"

I smiled slightly to loosen myself up.

"Yes, I was," he said, nodding.

"Which scene did you like best?" I asked, idly fingering the loose brown strands of hair, which were usually tangled and messy but was now slick and pretty, set on my shoulders.

"That's not fair," Luke laughed. "I loved every part of the movie. But if I really have to choose, It'd definitely be the part where Jones saved Lisa from the drugged Alpha. It's just... so heroic I guess? Yeah, and I like action parts. That was fun to shoot."

"Oh I loved that too," I said, trying to keep up with the flow. "But if you can choose to be another character, who would you be?"

"Oh that's a tricky one," Luke scratched his blonde head, face playful. I was positive when girls around the world get hold of this clip, they'd melt into salty pools of muck in seconds.

"I'd be Perce, he's really cool with the powers and all that," He stared into my eyes, sticking my breath to my throat. "You know, having powers are really cool and everyone wants them I guess."

"Oh, ah..." I jumped a little at my nervousness and continued weakly, "what's your favorite line?"

I heard him answer, but didn't register it in my brain.

"Yeah," I finally heard him say.

"And about your singing part at the end," I tried to deliver the question smoothly, clamping my clammy hands together awkwardly.

"Yes?"

I could now see how people portrayed him as hot. His voice was just so mesmerizing and...

"Ahem?"

I was jolted back to the present.

"Oh sorry," I said immediately. "Erm... rumors said that it was improvised. That you did it on the spot."

Then he started singing and my heart bolted up into my throat. This was not what I was expecting.

"Hearts unfold, pure as gold, until we all turn old," he sang, eyes still fixed on mine.

I couldn't help but stare back, heart pounding with wonder. He was a talented singer.

"Yeah, I made it up on the spot," he said, shrugging nonchalantly. "It seemed right at the time. With Lisa dying and everything."

I barely nodded as I wrapped up the interview with stutters and jumps, making a fool out of myself. As the cameras were switched off and the lights dimmed, Luke turned to me, grinning his infamous grin.

"Did you have dinner yet?"

My heart pounded against my chest as if someone was beating hard on a drum where my heart should be, and I whispered to myself, "Nailed it."

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I cannot resist writing this plot down. Sorry guys;)