Andys pov
Interviews were not one of my favourite things we had to do because of our fame. I preferred to sign autographs or play shows because they didn’t require so much effort. Or so much time to get ready. Magazine photo shoots were the worst, we had to look respectable for all age groups including the younger pre teens. Which, required so much more effort because we had to not only get dressed into respectable clothes and we couldnt show a hint of having a hang over even if the hang over was a total bitch and your head was exploding.
And now it like just after 9 and I was sitting in a hair and makeup chair having my face powdered in anti shine shit for the photos. At least without our trademark hair, the time we spent in the hair and makeup chair was severly shortened. Looking back on old photos I could kind of see why we were so hated. We looked like transvestite hobos with a hint of emo.
I was the first to admit that I quite liked having my photo taken, but these shoots were hell. Plus, Bella was at home and I wanted to spend more time with her. She was only 16 still but she was refusing to go home, she wouldn’t even talk about ‘going back to hell’ with anyone except me.
Sitting through the questions was pretty easy, all I had to do was follow them roughly because Shaun did 90% of the talking. I was day dreaming and thinking about our next tour when a question caught me of guard. “so boys is the rumor true, do you have girlfriends” awkward much. If we said yes then the little teenies would be even more upset, if we said no then ashley, Bella and racheal would find out and get upset. But on the other hand, they’d take it a whole lot better than the teenies.
Then again, I didn’t see why we had to hide it. It’s not like I’d ever date a hardcore 11 year old fan…
Shaun answered for us again, saying something about yes we do but we’d perfer to keep their identity private. And that was it for the interview part. Now it was time was for makeup touch ups and photoshoot time.
Time for the whole “look this way andy” “smile cuter Andy” “feet further apart Andy” just because I wasn’t really to intelligent and didn’t follow the rules a lot of the time. But at 22 I think that I really should be able to follow an instruction and do things my way. Then, they pushed my buttons one step further and got us to sign some shit as a prize for the competition they were running. I just wasn’t in the mood.
By the time we were finished with the magazine interviews it was afternoon, the sky had been sunny and cloudless when we went in but now it was dull and cloudy.
I texted Bella and told her i wanted some alone time, I needed to think about things even though the one thing I wanted was to be with her. I ditched my shoes and phone at sonnys place and went down to the beach. Because of the weather there weren’t many people on the beach so I sat on the rocks and just watched the water. Without a way to tell if time was even passing I couldn’t tell how long I’d been there, but it must have been a while because next thing I knew Bella was sitting next to me with her arms around me.
‘sonny was worried about you Andy, are you okay?’ truth was I didn’t actually know, everything was so confusing. ‘hmm maybe’
We sat there, side by side, hand in hand and watched the surf unfolding in front of us, neither of us saying a word because nothing needed to be said, time went past. Neither of us knew how much time but it didn’t matter, we were with someone we were happy with.
