Love's Not A Competion

Meanwhile...

A.N. A little bit of sauce and swearing in this chapter. Apologies to younger viewers.

Rock on friends!

Charlie 😋

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Today we were filming the video for Meanwhile Up In Heaven. In the early hours of the morning we took a bus to a small town outside London where an old fashioned fair had been set up. As I wandered through it in the sunrise it felt like being in an eerie film set for maybe a horror film. Mist hung in the trees giving it a spooky feel in the half light and the dew on the grass glittered.

I was ushered into a little heated cabin much like the one I'd used during the Coming Home video. Luckily this one was nearer the action and surrounded by trees so I wouldn't step out onto windy moors and have to walk for what felt like forever to get to the filming location for re touches. This time I had someone to help me with the amount of extras who needed their hair styled, a moustache stuck on or their make up done.

I was in charge of the "principles" today. That meant the five lads in the band and my friend Amanda who I'd met during the filming of Sherlock. She also knew Ricky so a few weeks ago he asked her to be in the music video. She was going to be playing a ghost of a bride who was waiting in a sort of halfway place between the living world and heaven for her groom played by Ricky. She would wander around looking lost and sad for some of the video and spend the rest slow dancing with Ricky. Surprisingly I didn't envy her on the last part. He was a bit too bouncy and excitable for slow dancing and tended to go round and round in circles too fast. The few times when he'd tried to slow dance with me we had ended up with me having to sit down feeling dizzy.

I chatted with Vijay, Whitey, Peanut and Simon as I made them all look handsome. It was obvious Simon didn't remember the drunken attempt at kissing me after the final of The Voice. He would however put his hands on my hips or waist for a little too long while I was grooming his beard and doing his hair.

Ricky came in next for his casualty make up. He would have a cut lip, cut on his eye brow, cut on his forehead near the hair line and a few bruises. No ear blood this time! It was going to look like he was heeling slightly from the fight that he'd supposed to have had before the Coming Home video. I gave him a kiss on the cheek when he sat down in the make up chair. I loved that he'd shaved off his beard this morning. All smooth and kissable! I'd told him a while ago that I hated applying make up to men with beards or stubble as the make up stuck to the hairs instead of the skin. It was a really tacky and amateur look when it happened.

"No fake blood kisses!" I told Ricky as he stood up and tried to kiss me when we'd finished.

"Oh! But I just want to kiss you!" he sulked. "A cuddle then."

I saw the other make up lady give me a strange look as we hugged.

"He's my boyfriend. It's ok." I explained. "He not just being too friendly."

"And I'm so lucky the have such a talented girlfriend!" he said and kissed me on the cheek.

"Rick!" I gasped. "You'll have messed up that cut lip! You little shit!"

"Oh well, you'll have to redo it." he fake sighed.

"I'll give you a real cut lip next time!" I laughed as I shoved him back in the chair.

During the day I kept having to redo that cut lip. Just like with the Coming Home video I suspected he was doing it on purpose to get to a hug afterwards. It was a cold day but not nearly as bad as the freezing day on the Yorkshire moors where the wind would sting my face.

"Feel my hands." Ricky said to me at one point.

"So cold!" I gasped and rubbed my mitten glad hands over his.