The Rockstar Within Me

The Rock Star Within Me - Chapter 33

Copyright 2013

“So when can we expect your first single to be out?” The reporter asked, holding the microphone up to my face.

“We don’t have a date yet, but it’s in the works! We’re all really excited about it and can’t wait to get it out there.” I explained, at ease in this interview.

The girl who was questioning us was maybe a couple years older than us and was very comfortable with doing her job.

“Believe us, we are wasting anytime getting the single out. When its ready, we’ll get it out there.” Mason added from beside me.

The reporter nodded.

“You lot are in a pretty interesting situation aren’t you? You have all this press and you are relatively new to the music scene and have just started your career…” She trailed off, waiting for a response.

“Ya, for sure. If I anything it adds pressure onto us because we already have a pretty hefty following we don’t want to disappoint.” I agreed.

She smiled turning towards the camera to sign off.

After the camera stopping tapping she shook all of our hands and thanked us for the time.

“No, no.” I stopped her. “Thank you! That was great. Tweet us a link when the interview goes up and I’d be happy to retweet it!” I told her honestly.

It was still a surprise being on the other side of the world and have people still want to talk to us.

“I will!” She nodded, enthusiastically.

Soon after we left the headquarters of the online celebrity gossip site and headed to a restaurant to have dinner with the whole team and some record people. The day had been exhausting with constant travelling and interviews and not to mention that we were all tired from the plane ride over.

“I just love all their accents.” Jess gushed, as we pulled up to the restaurant.

I smiled at her, blushing slightly.

“I know! Why can’t we have sexy accents like them?” I wondered.

“Shall we just talk in British accents all night?” Jess asked, doing on of the worst impressions of an English person, I had ever heard.

The driver of the car we were in, put the car on idle and got out to open Jess’ door. I cringed, not because of the cold air that rushed in to meet us but because Jess was continuing to talk in her fake accent as she was helped out of the car.

“Jess!” I hissed at her, giving her a look to get her to be quiet and looking at the driver apologetically.

He laughed as he helped me out of the car too, apparently not minding Jess mocking his accent.

Jess just starred at me, her hands on her hips obviously not understanding my sudden shyness.

Mason and Drew got out of the backseat of the car.

The entrance of the restaurant was nice and screamed expensive. There were no paparazzi there and the people walking past didn’t give us much of a passing glance. It was freezing outside; a few snowflakes fell around us but they didn’t accumulate on the ground.

I shivered.

“Let’s get inside before you freeze to death.” Drew muttered, touching the small of my back to lead me towards the front of the restaurant. He was so close I could feel the heat from his body and smell the musk of his cologne.

I couldn’t help but wiggle away from his touch.

Ever since Marcel had reaffirmed what I feared, I was in a constant flux of being paranoid or feeling dread.