recovery - j.b.

one

just so you know this idea for the sequel came from my friend taniya so don't yell at me, yell at her 😇

a year later

justin

groaning, i stretch my body as i get off of the motorcycle that i was going a photo shoot on. "someone move the motorcycle while justin gets changed."

as i walked over to my stylist she was fixing my hair and putting more makeup on me than before. considering i didn't get much sleep last night, she was complaining about the bags under my eyes and how tired i looked. the only way to cover it up was makeup, which im not entirely proud of but it's a part of business.

when she had finished, someone handed me an outfit. then i was handed a pair of drumsticks which confused the hell out of me until i saw the drum kit sitting on the set. after i had slipped the shoes on that were given to me, i walk up to the drum kit and started playing it. "stop it, this isn't for you to play!" the director had exclaimed, laughing.

"can't hear you!" i pretend not to hear him as i continued to play. i'm surprised i've still got it considering i haven't played the drums in almost two years.

"take the goddamn pictures then you can play all you want!"

smiling, i turn to the camera. "look serious. we don't want you looking like an adorable five year old."

"i am a twenty three year old man, it's impossible for me to look five." i roll my eyes.

"it's very possible." the director had laughed. "now, look serious."

sighing, i posed a couple of times, thankful i was sitting down for this shoot. the shoot has literally ten hours. the outside shoot, the segment where i talked about my tattoos and the importance to them. as soon as he said i could leave, i stood up and walked to my dressing room.

"hey, baby. you did great out there." the familiar voice spoke, me turning around to look at her. "you look tired."

"i am." i sigh. "when i get dressed, let's go home and go to bed."

"i'm not tired though." she pouts. "i wanted to go shopping."

"hailey, we just went shopping yesterday. and you kept me up all night doing your little fashion show." i say in the nicest tone. "all i wanna do is go to sleep."

"okay, fine." she leans toward me to kiss my cheek. "but when you wake up, we're going out."

"okay." i chuckle.

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