We'll Be Stars (Hamilton AU) DISCONTINUED/UNFINISHED

Chapter 3: Action!

John was a professional in the business, that was nothing new. But the filming for the video felt worse than his first video had by far.

First it was the fact he was five minutes late. It was because he forgot to set his alarm, and then he got in an argument with the landlord about how the rent was always late. He got stuck in traffic on his way to the building where they would be filming too, so that was a bitch. John was surprised he was only five minutes late, because of how many things held him up. After giving his spiel Madison said it was fine and led him to the room that they would be filming in. John was already dressed for the roll. Fishnet leggings, short gold skirt with navy blue trim, and a navy blue crop top, showing off his stomach.

John had already done his own makeup too, which also held him up that morning. Sam always stole his makeup and never put it back, so he had to go on a scavenger hunt through his room to find it all. He had on dark red lipstick and some subtle eyeshadow and thick mascara. Blush on his cheeks, just making the permanent reddish pink of them more noticeable. Some simple slip on knock off gold vans, something easy to get off.

His hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, easy to pull him around with. John Adams' ponytail was one of his signature things in his videos and roles in films, and his fans absolutely loved it. Adams almost always had his hair up, and couldn't remember the last time he even let it down besides getting in the shower. Maybe his eighth grade graduation ceremony? It was short during high school, he was sure of that.

Anyway, the first mess up (in John's mind) was when his partner first greeted him. The man was much taller with black curly hair in an afro, he had a nice, sweet, and sort of crinkly smile. John found himself smiling back, not common for him. The man was way taller than John, 6 feet tall or somewhere around that height. John was only about 5'6" at the most. He had to look up at the man, and that made him blush a little. Adams didn't blush easily. When you go through video after video and hear line after line of almost every trick in the book, you aren't easily flustered. But this seemed new, yet also vaguely familiar. Adams blamed deja vu.

"Hi," The man introduced, "I'm Thomas Jefferson. You must be the amazing John 'Johnny' Adams I have heard so much about today." John took deep breath and shook his hand.

He joked, "Good- Good to meet you, 'Mr.Diggs'." The fact that John was blushing and stumbling over his words didn't help very much, so he counted that as messing up somehow. Things only managed to get worse when they started filming their first take. Everything was set up, everything was going fine, but John had to go and fuck it up somehow with his stupidity.

"Safeword is Milkshake. Rolling in 3... 2... 1! Action!" Madison called before starting to film the shot. John- more appropriately- Johnny was sitting in one of the desks, making sure to keep his eyes on his paper and doodle. He tilted his head to one side, looking as innocent as he could. Mr.Jefferson- again more appropriately- Mr.Diggs was at his desk, grading papers and glancing up at Johnny. Johnny didn't meet his eyes though, simply continuing to doodle and scribble random notes. He usually wrote funny insults towards Madison, and then would joke about it later with his friends. He was always allowed to keep the paper afterwards.

Mr.Diggs spoke, "Johnny, you know why you're here right?" His tone was dark and cold, perfect for the mood. It also had some command and dominance laced through it, just enough to know he wasn't completely cruel in the scene. John's heart fluttered and he got butterflies in his stomach. That never used to happen before. He bit his lip and looked up at Mr.Digg's innocently.

"I don't know," He sighed, "Because I did something wrong again?"

Mr.Diggs set his pencil down and stood up, his hands behind his back. He walked up to Johnny's desk and snapped, "Stand up, Johnny. Now." Johnny sighed and set his pen down, standing up and crossing his arms. Mr.Diggs grabbed him by his arm and dragged him back over to his own desk, pinning him against. John actually gasped, unplanned. He licked his lips a little and looked up at Mr.Diggs, his breath a bit unsteady. What was happening to him? Mr.Diggs growled, "You're here, because you've been misbehaving. This is your third detention this week, and what did I say if you were in here again, hmm?"