Dancing In The Dark - A Jimmy Fallon Fanfiction

Chapter 3

The rest of the week passed in quiet normalcy. I wrote some music, watched a couple movies, and talked with my agent, Adam. "Listen to me, Natasha," he said over the phone one evening, "this is mega important."

"I'm listening," I replied in a business-like tone, giving my black cat Salt another ruffle.

"Do not - and I repeat, do not ruin the fortress you've built."

"How so?"

"The public loves you. The media adores you. Your songs are selling and so is your image - don't ruin it."

"Aw, Adam - you know me! I'm a goody two shoes. The last thing I'd do is - "

"No, no, I don't mean that, love," he interrupted, "I mean other things. Men, for instance. Don't go tangling yourself in scandalous relationships."

My heart leapt. "What would...what would give you that impression?"

There was a pause. "Nothing. Just stay out of trouble." He sighed. "You can date, but nothing crazy - and be discreet! I don't want to open up my Twitter and find loads of stories about my precious Nat Quinn on surveillance video leaving somebody's apartment the morning after."

"Don't worry, Adam. I swear it won't happen."

"Good, love. I'll be in touch. Take care of yourself, hmm?"

"You too."

Click.

I stared at the TV and turned up the volume which I had muted during my phone call.

"Coming up on The Tonight Show - !"

CLICK.

I shut the TV off so forcefully, Salt hopped off of my lap and onto the rug. "Sorry, kitty," I said. She mewed and strolled away lazily, probably in search of some food or a nice place to nap. I dramatically flung myself back on the couch and sighed.

Why? Why now? Why him? Why me? Why must a posh English agent dictate everything I do??

BUZZ.

I sat up and looked around to find my phone lit up. I grabbed it.

No. A text from Jimmy.

"Hey Tasha! Tomorrow's the day!! You pumped???!"

I pathetically giggled (especially at his use of nickname) and sent my reply:

"Super pumped!!" along with a gif of Ron Swanson.

"lol great! Can't wait!!" he responded. I sighed loudly and flung myself dramatically once again.

"Well....can't believe I'm saying this, but I hope he doesn't feel the same," I said aloud to no one. "I hope he thinks I'm awful. I hope he can't stand me. Because if he doesn't.....if he....." I paused, "if he likes me back....."

I couldn't finish that even if I tried.