The Melody Of Us

Emergency Escape From All The Embarrassment

Seems like the newest love birds of the country are not getting enough time to see each other, and are being forced to meet after a gap of at least ten days.

British model, Shelby Brown, managed to have a little confab with us about how hard it is to date a famous celebrity.

Brown, 24, spoke up about her freshly brewing relationship with teenage popstar Gabriel Stone. Says dating a celebrity is a bliss of a sort.

"We both have our own commitments, being in love is one of them. None of us wants to pull the other down from our separate ladders of success–

"Bullshit." I say and close the window immediately. It's better to not beckon to a nightmare.

"What's wrong?" Heather asks from the other line of the phone.

"Shelby Brown throws her words like a bullet." I make a face.

"Oops. Someone is jealous. La la la."

"Heather. I hate it when you try to sing and fail miserably. Don't do that to yourself, please."

"I'm not amused. Go die."

"Nah. Not gonna happen."

"I know. You've got your errands to run, which might include hooking up with a popstar and making him fall in love with you."

"You know very well that that isn't true." I force the words, popping a chewing gum inside my mouth.

"Ouch. Don't hurt my feelings, Matthias."

"a) don't call me Matthias. And b) how did I hurt your feelings?"

"Oh, forget it. That's just me being a  hormonal bitch."

"You don't say."

"Well, I just did. Anyway, Liana. Do punch that eejit jerk Simpson for me, okay? I never thought he'd be of that sort."

"Honestly, Heath? I knew he was of that sort. Haven't you seen that unfriendly and self absorbed smirk plastered onto his good-for-nothing face every fucking second? It's ridiculous and completely annoying."

"Well, he's hot."

"Well, you've got yourself a boyfriend."

"That boyfriend is sleeping his ass off and snoring like a bear."

"You snore too."

"I don't."

"You do."

"Fuck off."

"That's your job, not mine." I smile victoriously. I know how to shut her mouth up.

"You are in the queue, Matthias." Or maybe not.

"What do you mean?" I ask, bewildered.

"I heard you've got new friends.."

"Obviously, Winston. There's Hailey, Janice and Cath. Cath is Gabriel's sister, the one who hates the stardom and fame. And then there's Nick, Adam and Jonah. Oh, and Jonah's got a twin. His name is–"

"Elliot." She completes and I frown.

"Yes, Elliot. How do you know?"

"Ah, I've got my connections, sweetie." This has got me worried.

"Heather Winston. Have you been stalking me?"

"Ew, Liana. That's the worst you could say. Honestly."

"Yeah, whatever. I guess I have to go for dinner. My stomach is complaining." I pat my flat belly and pout.

"I can hear that growling over the phone, girl. Trust me."