The Segment (Completed)

33. You Just Want Attention

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As soon as Mark and Will were done shooting everything that was needed, they had with amazing speed, packed away their equipment and pretty much slipped into party mode. Richard had promised them; well, all of them a night out before heading back tomorrow and they boys were so excited. On the drive back to the hotel they were going on and on about 'partying with the rich and famous'.

"Farrah, you coming with us yeah," Mark asked with his trademark grin and Farrah couldn't help the small smile in reply on her lips. Mark was generally such a happy person, and it was truly infectious.

"No, you lot go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I'll pass this time 'round," Farrah said simply.

"Aww, come on Farrah. I wanted to do the bhangra with you," Mark said with a little shoulder shimmy. Farrah couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of her. She knew that she could do with a night out with her colleagues who have really become her friends after this trip.

"Nah, you guys head out. We'll get together after this segment gets aired and promise that I'll do the bhangra with you," she smiled as both boys cheered and started bopping to the pop music in the car. Farrah smiled as she watched Rachel, Mark, and Will be silly in the car without a care in the world. She rolled her eyes and joined in on the chorus of Ed Sheeran's 'Shape of You' as they sang and danced in the car headed back to the hotel. In that moment Farrah was relieved of the dread that was coiled in pits of her stomach.

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It was 13 minutes pass one in the morning when her phone rang. Farrah had just gone to sleep something like an hour ago and answered her phone still groggy.

"Hello?" she rasped out.

"Farrah, you need to come over here right now," she heard a male voice say as the bass thumped in the background.

"What? No, I'm sleeping," she murmured her eyes still glued shut with sleep.

"Farrah...please," the voice continued. "It's Richard."

"Uhummm...,"she slurred sleepily.

"For fuck's sake, Farrah. WAKE UP!" and Farrah's eyes snapped open. She looked at her phone and realized it was Ben calling her.

"Ben?" Farrah cleared her throat and continued, "what happened? Where are you guys?"

"Farrah you need to come here. I'll send you the location, but you need to come here. Right now, okay?" Ben repeated firmly, desperation tinging his voice. "I can't find Richard."

Getting off the bed, she quickly looked for her jeans, as she mumbled a quick 'okay' to Ben. Knowing that she was most probably going to walk into a club, she put on her black skinny jeans paired with her oversized white t-shirt. Quickly putting on her heeled boots, she slipped on her hooded black leather jacket and slung her bag across her body. Not bothering with any makeup, she left clutching her phone tightly as she waited for her Uber to arrive.

She was right, she was heading to a club; La Machine Du Moulin Rouge, it was something like a 13 minutes' drive from where they were staying. As she got into her Uber ride her heart beating wildly in her chest, she calmly told the driver that if he could get her to the club in under 10 minutes, not only will she tip him generously – she'll also leave him a 5-star review. That was all the push that the driver needed as he sped towards the club.