Publicity

13

Nick's POV

"There he is! My little shining star!" Cory exclaimed when I entered the room, the same room in which I had been in almost a month ago discussing whom I should date to boost my fame. Remembering that unfortunate day gave me chills.

"Hey, man." I smiled weakly as I tried to sound casual in front of all the other people in the room who gave me hello nods.

"I'll be right with you, Nick, my number one man," He said with a wide smile before he said something to the meetings people to dismiss them. "We'll continue this after lunch," One of them said to him before they all stood up from their seats and went out the door. I smiled politely.

Before I could ask him what he wanted me here for he had signal me to come closer to him as he typed some words into his laptop. I approached him and hovered above him and his gadget. "What's this?" I asked, there was a chart across the screen that I didn't understood.

"No wait, I clicked the wrong thing," He said before he pressed a few buttons and a Microsoft Power Point presentation popped up; a fanfare blasted through the speakers as a picture of me and Miley from AmFar gala in our red carpet outfits, holding each other faded in, 'The Magic Of Public Relationships' spread across the screen in glittery words.

"What the hell is this, Cory?" I kind of whined, did he really created an immature presentation of me?

"This, my starlet, is you."

"I can see that with my head floating around," I said with an eye roll.

"You're becoming like her with that attitude," He muttered under his breath and I turned to him in disbelief. "No, I'm not." I said defensively.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat "I got a few calls last night and I made this to show how proud I am of my number one star."

"How very thoughtful," I said "What calls?"

"Well, to just tell you about it would be such a shame of this beautifully crafted presentation. So, let's just move on to slide two." He said and pressed the space button, a pink layout took over the slide, a bunch of red-pink animated flowers popped in as Miley's face spun like windmill in the center of the screen, a dozen sparkles lit up around her. I sighed. "Is this necessarry?" I asked.

"This is Miley! She loves parties, marijuana and hates Nick Jonas!" He announced like a tv show host and I groaned in annoyance. "Cory, cut the crap."

"Okay, okay, I just wanted to tease you." He said with a laugh, continuing to the next slide, the chart that I've seen at first. "These are your recent album sales, you don't have to take a good long look, my man, before you could even blink the chart would climb higher than Jesus featuring Kanye West!"

"Wow." I said in slight amazement "This happened overnight?"

"Yep, and about the calls..." he trailed off and pressed the space button again; I expected to see an image of a telephone ringing and Cory's face floating around this time, laughing like a maniac, but instead it was pitch black and on the top said 'End of slideshow, click to exit.'

I turned to him and he turned to me. "So, a bunch of people called, naming another bunch of people who are going on tour and wants you to tour with them and be the opening!"

"Really? Who?"

"Let's see, there were Iggy Azalea, Kelly Clarkson, have you heard of Bebe Rexha? She doesn't have a tour but if you had one they want her to open for you—and there was a bunch of people I couldn't remember, there were also some other calls wanting to book you in an interview, a bunch of shit, the point is you are a rising star!"