"That is not me." Rosie protests.
"But don't you have that same purse?" Alex questions.
"It looks similar to mine-"
"And the same shoes and clothes?"
"Well yes but-"
He keeps interrupting her and the crowd is gasping and whispering. Her eyes are frantic and she starts breathing heavily. The lights are too bright as she blinks rapidly and squints. She tries to talk but her mouth is dry. Next thing we know she bolts from the couch and runs backstage in the opposite direction of the boys. I nod to Brooke to follow Rosie.
"Rosie!" Brooke calls out as she chases her friend.
While Brooke handles Rosie, I have to do some damage control out here. I look back up at the screen and study the pictures. I notice something and laugh.
"Why are you laughing?" Alex asks curiously.
"Because the stupidity of others amuses me." I say, splaying my arm on the back of the couch, looking completely relaxed.
"Ahh so you think Rosie is stupid?" Alex asks, that arrogant smirk plastered on his face.
"No I was referring to you. I think you're stupid." I clarify.
"Me? How so?"
"You failed to do your homework. If you glance at the pictures, sure you might see the same girl, but if you actually examine the pictures you'll discover these are two completely different girls." I say.
Now that I have the crowd's attention, I go for his jugular. I approach the screen with the photos, a million pairs of eyes watching me.
"Primarily, any decent reporter would have realized that Girl A doesn't fill out the outfit quite as well as Rosie, suggesting Girl A has a different body structure from Rosie. Secondly, look at the size of the feet. Rosie is a nice size 7, whilst Girl A has feet like a basketball player so I'm thinking maybe 10 or 11. Lastly, if you look at the handbags, Rosie is styling a lovely Coach purse from this year's fashion collection but Girl A has a bag that's a cheap knockoff and at best would be from last season. A proper and thorough examination would conclude that this is not Rosie, but instead a sad excuse of a celebrity look-alike. You were wrong." I sit back down and slouch into the couch, completely relaxed. The room is dead silent until the voices of the crowd pick up again, argumentative and angry voices.
Alex opens his mouth and closes it, trying to figure out what to say after I just humiliated him on national television, not to mention the many overseas viewers watching the live stream. I smirk victoriously while Alex glares at me, wishing violently to strangle me in front of the cameras I assume. Someone shouts cut and he dashes off stage in rage, ready to decapitate whomever is beneath him who allowed him to look like such a bafoon. I search out for Rosie and the crew.
Harry is standing with his forehead on the door, pleading to a distraught Rosie to open up.
"Hey. Good work out there." mutters Niall.
"Thanks but I've only managed to buy us some time. Has she been in here the whole time I was out there?"
"Yeah. I suggested kicking the door in but Harry doesn't want to freak Rosie out any more than she already is." Jamal shrugs.
"Okay. Looks like we're getting in the old fashion way." I put my hand on Harry's shoulder, silently asking him to move aside. He moves and I crouch down by the handle. I take a bobby pin from my hair and use a nail filer to work on the lock. It clicks quietly.
"How do you know how to do that?" Louis asks.
"I used to be a criminal." I say, shrugging. Jamal chuckles at my comment.
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