The star and Cleaner.

3

Tom
I nervously fiddled with my fingers as I slowly made my way up to Tords dressing room. It's amazing how nervous one person can actually make me.

He had personally invited me along and I was seriously hoping no one would be there like Collin.

As usual there were people and reporters crowding around Tords dressing room in hopes of getting a glimpse of the star himself. Though a muscled guy at the door prevented people from entering.

I pushed through the crowd, occasionally apologising until I made It to the man. He looked down at me as if I was a roach. "Umm, excuse me I'm here to see Tord" he looked down at me with an unamused glance, then looked me up and down.

"Yeah so are all these people and they're not getting through, nor are you."

I huffed getting slightly irritated "well he told me to come by after the show."

He laughed loudly "yeah okay pipsqueak" he pushed me back slightly "now shoo, I have more important things to deal with"

So I did the only thing I could think of to get Tords attention "TORD! ITS ME TOM!"

It seemed to work as the door creaked open a little bit and Tord popped his head out. It made the reporters and fans go crazy. "Let him through Malcolm"

Malcolm looked at me then stepped aside to let me in. As I went in, I sat on the same sofa I did the last time I was in here.

"I'm sorry about that." Tord look a seat next to me "He's bit protective"

"It's okay he's only doing his job, though he could've been a bit nicer about it." I shook my head.

"It's nothing personal he's just like that sometimes."

"Hmm okay."

I watched as Tord stood up to go to his refreshments trolly. "Want a drink?" I nodded and he he motioned to the drinks displayed. The alcoholic drink caught my eye so I suggested that. He poured it with some other beverage which made me unsure. "Don't worry it tastes amazing, just trust me"

He handed me the drink and I took a test sip, the flavour burst on my tongue and I looked over at Tord with wide eyes. He just looked smug and nodded his head "I know it's great right!?"

"It's absolutely delicious!" I took another sip of my drink and watched as Tord did the same and put his drink on the small table in front of us.

"I'm really sorry about Collin, he thinks he can make everyone his bitch because he's the owners son." Tord looked down. He was genuinely apologising for that monster.

"It's okay, it's not your place to apologise for him."

"I know but I feel i do because if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have to be around you and-"

"Tord. It's okay." I put a hand on his shoulder "I've dealt with worse." I could tell he wasn't about to ask what and I didn't want to get into it yet so I changed the subject "you were really good today as always, how were the audience?"

"Nice change of the subject, I will make you explain it to me one day. The audience were the same crazy lot. They looked really into it tonight which is always nice."

"Yeah I heard it from the edge of the stage. I was just making sure hehh"

"So I saw. You're there during each of my performances."

I looked at him sheepishly, I had been caught "of course, why wouldn't I?"

"I thought it'd get boring after seeing the same thing all the time."

Technically he didn't do the same show over and over again, there was a variety but he had been performing almost everyday for the past couple of years so I've seen all the plays multiple times.

"What can I say, I really like seeing you perform."

Tord smiled with a light blush dusting his cheek "You really are something else Tom."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yes its a very good thing."

It was my turn to blush. A knock at the door caught both of our attentions. "Tord that station we talk about yesterday is here for an interview." That was his coach as well as his manager.

"Oh Yes. Bring them in."

"Uhh, the boy can't stay. It's a private interview."

Tord frowned "a private interview?"

"It's okay I better get going anyway. I've got some extra work to do anyway. I'll see you Tord."

He smiled as I made my way out "goodbye Tom." He waved slightly so I waved back.

The people and reporters weren't there anymore but Malcolm was stood talking with the person I hated most. He just glared at me as I walked past.

As I turned the corner I heard them speak up "I thought I told you to stop him from going in"

"Tord heard him though and came out to see."

"Well next time make sure he doesn't go in, whatever it takes. Tord is mine whether that freak likes it or not."

"Yes sir."

Little did they know I was listening in. I know their plans.