Wonder Dog | DAMON BGT

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"Simon Cowell over here!"

"Simon, one picture please!"

"SIMON, MAKE ME A SON!"

The magnate greets with his fantasy smile the crowd waiting for the start of the world's most famous talent show. But what no one expected, was for a woman to come out of that expensive car with Cowell's help. A beautiful woman, who took the hand of Simon Cowell.

The flashes from the paparazzi's cameras exploded, illuminating the entire red carpet.

"Look at that, Simon has a new partner," Amanda says with smiles, posing for the cameras pointing at the other three judges.

"They look good," Alesha adds.

David wrinkles his nose, annoyed slightly "girls please! Simon can perfectly well be her father!"

The two women couldn't contain the grace of the comment and burst out laughing.
It's dangerous to make fun of your boss, but they didn't seem to worry too much about it.
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"Hi guys" the superior finally makes presence in the general living room.

They all returned the greeting.

"Simon, you look better than yesterday!" Mandy kisses his cheek.

"Thank you Amanda. It was just a little cold."

Alesha hugs him "Thank God!"

David approaches, thinking in the process some comment that would bother the black-haired man, but someone jumped on him, encircling his neck with his arm.

"Let's record some BGMT, what do you say?!"

Stephen. Oh, Stephen.
David was the one who turned out to be 'bothered'.

"What did we say about you touching me? We talked about that!"

"I'm sorry!" The entertainment man moves quickly "it will be fast... you just have to..."

Simon, after he had his makeup done and combed his hair, lies down on one of the sofas. He sees Stephen and David laughing in the distance, probably recording BGMT.

The music mogul didn't regret hiring David, because, besides the fact that he had a hard time convincing him, it was obvious that Walliams had gotten the love and support of the audience.
And that made him happy.

Plus, he was really good.

He checks his phone and smiles when he sees a recent message from her: Suzanne Ritchie.

She was a beautiful model, younger than him, whom he met at a summer party. He liked her from the beginning and since he was Cowell's gallant, she showed the same signs.

"Five minutes! Judges please proceed to the entrance."

Yeah. He liked Suzanne.
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David asked the staff for a cup of tea and maltesers.
While he waited for something to happen, whether it was the next act or his precious request, he turned to see his fellow judges.

Amanda and Alesha laughed loudly (how strange...) and Simon... well, he was with his chair turning the audience.
Rather, turning to a particular seat.

To that woman Cowell had arrived with in the morning.

He felt like a stalker for staring at them, but he didn't care. A few minutes were enough to say two things:
1) Simon was deeply, and seriously deeply, in love with her.
2) She's more false than anything in the world.

His instinct and experience told him so, and he was rarely wrong.

"David, what is it? Why do you have such a... serious look?" Alesha looked at him worried.

He stops seeing them.

"Nothing, it's nothing. I was thinking."

"About...?"

David's divorce was recent. Many were surprised when the comedian had the serenity to continue appearing at the show, including the judges.
But that didn't mean that the man's deep wound had healed.

"Here you go, Mr. Walliams: a cup of tea and maltesers."

David felt free from the pressure of his friend "Thank heaven! Thank you, Tim"; winked at him and he smiled before he left.

Alesha didn't stop watching him for a moment. Walliams got tired "calm down Alesha, I'm fine, I'm serious".

"All right, I believe you. Just... you know you can talk to me about anything," she smiles sweetly and looks straight ahead as the next participant took the stage.

"Hi! What's your name?"
Amanda started the conversation.

If Alesha goes on like this, I won't be able to stand it anymore. I'll convince her that I'm okay..., thought Dave.

And there was a very simple way to do it: by being the one of all time.
Yep, the annoying and smutty David Walliams.
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"I love celebrities!" exclaims the blue puppet.

Simon smiles.

"Don't make her pregnant, please" Walliams says to his boss, looking at him in retaliation.

The audience laughs.
Simon's smile freezes.

"Seriously, he finds a way— mm..."

The moment of conversation continued.
Simon said nothing.
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"It was good. You have good tone, but—" Cowell grimaces and makes the gesture to continue, but someone interrupts.

"Don't listen to what Simon says. You have three yeses, see you in the next round!" David says aloud and the singer jumps cheerfully.

Simon looks at the swimmer, who smiles mockingly accommodating his tie.
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Perhaps, what David should've done is put an end to his provocative remarks. It would've worked better, because Simon, like all people, had his limits of patience:

A bad joke from David about a love affair between Amanda and Simon broke up with them.

The millionaire's face fell apart, not believing what David had dared to say. He became angry, very angry, and made it clear in his eyes and in his words.

He stood up, "just get out of here."

"Goodbye!" David left and the audience made a noise of disapproval.
But the tall man came back, and applause was heard all over the theater for that.
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So far, the audition day is over.
As the judges were on their way to their dressing rooms, discomfort and tension were palpable in the air.

"Good night" Simon bids farewell, going at a fast pace to the exit.

David, since he saw Simon's bad reaction to his joke, felt a very heavy guilt. He regretted it and decided that he should fix it as soon as possible.

"Simon, wait... can we talk? I'm sorry. I made a very crude joke and—"

"Save it, David" was the only thing Cowell told him before he got out of sight.