green ⇔ shawn mendes

Kid in love

Upon meeting Andrew at the New York airport, Shawn was thrown into meetings.

"Now Shawn," Andrew had warned him, "these meetings are everything. They're going to determine your whole career. If you are unsure about anything, don't sign your name or say yes. That is really important okay?"

Shawn nodded his head.

"Good. Today and tomorrow are meetings and sorting out your image, then we have the rest of the week left for rehearsals and studio time."

"Sounds good," Shawn agreed.

Half way through the week Shawn hadn't texted Mickey, nor had he heard from her. It was lucky he had all these things that were keeping him busy, otherwise he might've gone mad.

He put his whole soul onto that piece of paper. The least she could do would be to call him and say I'm sorry, I don't feel the same. Nights were hard, he lay in bed wondering why he wasn't quite good enough for anyone.

"Okay Shawn," Andrew said over their morning coffee. Each day had begun the same. Wake up at just before 6, gym until 7, breakfast at 7:30, leave the hotel at 8. The days itinerary was shared at breakfast.

"Today we have a photo shoot," Andrew announced. Shawn almost spat his coffee into his cereal.

"A what?" He asked, spluttering.

"Photoshoot. Albums covers, release photos, press... you need to have some professional shots taken," he explained.

"I'm not a model!" Shawn exclaimed, alarmed to find Andrew was not kidding.

"You don't need to be. We'll have some shots done with a guitar- all super natural- billboard will come and cover the shoot, it'll be great."

That was how Shawn found himself leant against a wall of a rooftop garden, fake strumming a guitar.

He felt uncomfortable, not at all natural and humiliated.

A ton of people were swarming around, fixing lights, yelling things at him, yelling at other people and yelling into cellphones as Shawn posed for his photos.

He was tired- he hadn't realised how draining sorting out a career could be- and all he really wanted to do was curl up in bed and talk to his friends. Namely Mickey.

"Shawn can we have a little more oomph," the photographer directed.

Shawn had no clue what oomph was or how he acquired it, but he tried his hardest to make it happen.

He started playing a little game in his head that he was a professional model, who was Italian and very good at producing oomph. His name was... Benito.

The rest of the shoot flew past as Shawn continued playing his character. The billboard interview was simple, he was asked questions about leaving school, his friends and his upcoming songs.

After he was released, he grabbed his phone, eager to tell Mickey about his funny day. Half way through his text update, he remembered he wasn't speaking to Mickey at the moment.

Sighing, Shawn deleted the message and laid his phone back on the table.

"What's wrong Shawn?" Andrew asked.

"Girl problems," Shawn replied glumly.

"Hey, don't worry. Next thing you know you'll have your pick of any girl in the world! Don't worry about one you'll just have to leave behind anyway," Andrew said, patting Shawn on the shoulder before walking off, "trust me, she won't be worth it."