Rose [S.M]

From adrenaline to steamy pizzas

"What do you think, Rose?." Tiffany says to me. We are sitting backstage, in Shawn his dressing room at the Fusion Festival.
I look up from my MacBook, to see what she is talking about.

"About what?." I say as I look at her holding up two almost identical shirts. Both of them are silken blouses. The only difference is between them is that one of them has white dots on it.

"What shirt Shawn should wear for his performance?." I am slightly confused why she is asking me this question. I thought that styling him was her job.. but like the good sport I am, I look away from my work on my MacBook and focus my attention on the hardest question of today: what should Shawn wear?

"Umm, I don't know. I kinda like the one with the white dots." Not that there is that many differences, if he would wear the complete black one, but still.. she wanted an answer.
She is going to get one.
"But I am not a stylist. So please do what you had in mind." There is a reason you know, why I am not a stylist. I can maybe dress myself 'nicely' well, in my opinion I do but I cannot dress a men. That is a whole different story.

"I also like the one with the white dots." Shawn says from his chair, were Anna is busy doing his hair.

"Well, we have a winner then." Tiffany says and put away the other shirt.

"Did you checked if the organization from the NLF kickoff agreement with our terms?." Andrew says from next to me on the couch, as we are both busy working. Even though, Shawn is about to play in front of thousands, that doesn't mean we can lay back and relax. No no, work never stops.

"Yes, I did. They emailed me the 'Go' just now. I will transfer it to you."

"That's good."

"I also emailed CMT and ask for their confirmation." I looked ahead in the agenda and decide to kill two birds with one stone. I like to work ahead. That gives me less stress later on.

"Really? Good job, kiddo." Andrew patch my head like I am a little girl. Of course, as a joke. Andrew and I are like this oiled machine. We work great together in a such short notice.

One of Andrew's phones starts to ring. You see, the man has two phones. One for strictly business and one for 'private' and friends/family. I came to the conclusion, that I have his private cellphone number. Goals.

"Andrew Gertler speaking." He says in his business voice. So, I assume that it's either a organization from a festival or the label.

A couple of seconds later, his other phone starts to ring. He quickly look at who is calling and hands me the phone without saying anything.
Josiah van Dien I read on the phone display. His name sounds pretty Western Europe to me.

Andrew stands up and walk out of the room, before our two conversation get mixed.
R: "Andrew Gertler's phone. You are speaking with Rose Williams."

J: "um hi.. I am Josiah. Shawn's photographer. I am standing at the entrance. Andrew told me to call when I arrived."

R: "can you hold on for just a second?." I say to him as I press the phone against my chest. Blocking any sound from him.

"Do anyone know a Josiah van Dien?." I say to nobody specific.

"O yea, Jos is my photographer." Shawn reply as he looks at me through the mirror.

Okay, good.

R: "hey, I am back. Well nobody seem to know you here..." I say deadly serious.
"Nah, I am kidding. I am going to get you from the entrance. I will be right there." I hang up the phone and lay it on the little table in front of the couch.