inspired by Corey Haim himself
Andy was pulling some real strings for me to be here- by strings I mean poles.
Ever since I understood what media was and what people were, I wanted to be involved with both. I'd sit there for hours and watch interviews shouting the questions they should've asked with confidence and yet not even being able to recite the 2 times table in class.
It was the only thing I ever cared about and now I got to watch the real thing behind the scenes.
"Before today, I've done preparation so I really know the main basis of the character and what kind of things to pick at."
Andrew had been a really good friend of Dad's since the popularization of television. They grew up TV nerdy and stayed that way and had kids just like it. Andrew was so close to me that I called him Andy and I was so close to him that his son is my ultimate best friend ever since we could watch TV too.
But, he wanted to be a director.
"So you'll be shadowing me with Corey Haim, I'm sure you've heard of him and I made sure that I knew off by heart the movies he's been-..."
Although Andy was a hella interesting guy, my mind fuzzed once that name settled into my head. Corey Haim? The guy was a huge celebrity, especially with girls my age, with a mischievously charming personality. This was gonna be my first impression of a real-life interview? Oh my!
Andy stands in front of me, grabbing my shoulders comfortingly. The kindness in his blue eyes spoke before he did as always, just like Anthony.
"Y/N, I know how nervous you are. No one said this was easy but all you gotta do is watch. Corey's a funny guy I've had him before but he hates bullshit. So we gotta be careful, okay? He rarely gives good answers and hardly any of your time so if you start to sweat just deal with it. Okay?"
I smiled, nodding.
"Okay."
---
We knocked on a dressing room before entering. As soon as the door was opened, I could've died due to an attack of hairspray. The smell of translucent powder reminded me of the locker rooms after gym class, something that I definitely wouldn't miss.
Through the mist were baby blue eyes that stared into themselves in the mirror. Girls fumbled around him with red cheeks, short skirts and necklines that almost hit the floor doing just about anything they could find just to say they had spent one minute with Corey Haim. They spiked his now black hair towards the ceiling, somehow contributing even more to the bad boy look that he already wore in his daily life.
I swallowed.
"Mr Haim, are you ready for your interview?" Andy asked professionally, sounding completely different than how he did talking to me or to my dad.
It was strange seeing people in action.
Haim turns dramatically in his spinny chair, making my eyes automatically roll to the back of my head. I continued to clutch my worn notebook filled with everything I needed to my chest, trying to cover me up from him as I was beginning to get a little pissed. His eyes were roaming all over me, eating my skirt up with no shame at all.
"I'd rather if she did it."
Unsettled I look to Andy who seemed to wear a lightbulb with pride. He faced me and I gave him a worried look but I knew his faith in me was stronger than any shake of the head that I could throw at him.
"How 'bout it Y/N? You're more than ready, I'll be right there if you want. This is the perfect opportunity plus he's your age. It'll be just like talking to a pal."
