celebrities? Or is it just a way of life that you’re totally
accustomed to. I can’t even begin to comprehend what your life is like.”
He abandoned the
search and sat down on the sofa beside her. “Actually, every morning I wake up,
look in the mirror and admire myself—the famous, good looking one in the group,
of course. Then I call my chef, order breakfast in bed, and tell Giles the
butler what clothes I want from my twelve closets.” He propped his feet up on
the coffee table in front of them. “It’s a tough life, but somebody’s gotta do
it.”
“Okay, okay, laugh
all you want, but I’m serious. I’d really like to know.” She stretched her legs
out on the table beside his, crossing them at the ankles.
“I know, I know. I
was just kidding. Look, I’m just as normal as you or anybody else on the face
of the earth. I get hiccups, I blow my nose, I put my pants on one leg at a
time just like the next guy. I’m sloppy and irresponsible at times. I get moody
sometimes. I get tired of the guys I work with sometimes. They get tired of me.
We argue and fight. Then we’ll get over it and laugh about it and go on. I
don’t really know how to answer your question. This is my life and it’s all I’ve
known since I was just a kid.”
He arched his back
in a slow stretch. “But I’ll never get used to the hysteria of all the fans.
All the attention and hype. When that stuff hits, I mean, it’s like life kicks
into this surreal realm that’s flat-out bizarre. It’s sooooo strange. I can’t
even begin to explain it. Hannah, I will never understand why the five of us
are anything special.”
“You’re
kidding—right?”
“No, I’m totally
serious. Why us? Why not five other guys? Okay, so we can sing and we play a
little music, but c’mon—some of these kids throw themselves at us like we’re
some kind of gods. That part scares me. And I always have to wonder why all
this happened? Why us? Why me?”
“That’s the part I
can’t imagine, Jason. Does it get old? Do you wish it was different?”
“No, I can
honestly say I love it. Like I told you earlier—doing something you love and
making a living doing it? Well it’s incredible. Being up on stage and singing
and doing our sets—I feel so alive . I wish I could put you in my shoes
so you could understand.”
“But how do you
stay so sane? It seems like most celebrities are so full of themselves they can
hardly function. But you’re so—”
“Watch it—”
“—down to earth.
Meeting you, getting to know you—you’re so real. I’ve been with you all
evening, and I still haven’t seen a trace of ego. How is that possible for
someone who has millions of women all over the world obsessed with you?”
Jason laughed. “Oh
yeah, millions. But you have to remember most of them are adolescent. They’re
just kids, Hannah.”
“Not all of them. I’ve
seen those pictures of you guys with the gorgeous models and actresses. Don’t
give me this ‘just kids’ bull.”
Jason’s face
crimsoned. “Maybe not all of them. There are a few ladies out there.
Okay, a lot of ladies. Hordes of ladies—”
“I get the
picture.”
“And I’d be lying
if I said I didn’t go out with some of them. All the guys have. But I’m tellin’
you now—what you see on TV ain’t what you get.”
“What do you
mean?”
“Some of them are
really nice. Decent. All that. But the majority of them are unbelievable. They
talk trash worse than any sailor. They’ll sleep with anything that moves. And
all they want is to be seen with us to get themselves in front of a camera. You
don’t know agony ’til you’ve been stuck with one of those losers. I guess what
I’m trying to say, it isn’t always what it seems to be.”
“So how do you
come out of this when the time comes? How do you go from being rock star to
regular guy again? Is it even possible? Will there ever come a time you can
just walk into a restaurant without being
accustomed to. I can’t even begin to comprehend what your life is like.”
He abandoned the
search and sat down on the sofa beside her. “Actually, every morning I wake up,
look in the mirror and admire myself—the famous, good looking one in the group,
of course. Then I call my chef, order breakfast in bed, and tell Giles the
butler what clothes I want from my twelve closets.” He propped his feet up on
the coffee table in front of them. “It’s a tough life, but somebody’s gotta do
it.”
“Okay, okay, laugh
all you want, but I’m serious. I’d really like to know.” She stretched her legs
out on the table beside his, crossing them at the ankles.
“I know, I know. I
was just kidding. Look, I’m just as normal as you or anybody else on the face
of the earth. I get hiccups, I blow my nose, I put my pants on one leg at a
time just like the next guy. I’m sloppy and irresponsible at times. I get moody
sometimes. I get tired of the guys I work with sometimes. They get tired of me.
We argue and fight. Then we’ll get over it and laugh about it and go on. I
don’t really know how to answer your question. This is my life and it’s all I’ve
known since I was just a kid.”
He arched his back
in a slow stretch. “But I’ll never get used to the hysteria of all the fans.
All the attention and hype. When that stuff hits, I mean, it’s like life kicks
into this surreal realm that’s flat-out bizarre. It’s sooooo strange. I can’t
even begin to explain it. Hannah, I will never understand why the five of us
are anything special.”
“You’re
kidding—right?”
“No, I’m totally
serious. Why us? Why not five other guys? Okay, so we can sing and we play a
little music, but c’mon—some of these kids throw themselves at us like we’re
some kind of gods. That part scares me. And I always have to wonder why all
this happened? Why us? Why me?”
“That’s the part I
can’t imagine, Jason. Does it get old? Do you wish it was different?”
“No, I can
honestly say I love it. Like I told you earlier—doing something you love and
making a living doing it? Well it’s incredible. Being up on stage and singing
and doing our sets—I feel so alive . I wish I could put you in my shoes
so you could understand.”
“But how do you
stay so sane? It seems like most celebrities are so full of themselves they can
hardly function. But you’re so—”
“Watch it—”
“—down to earth.
Meeting you, getting to know you—you’re so real. I’ve been with you all
evening, and I still haven’t seen a trace of ego. How is that possible for
someone who has millions of women all over the world obsessed with you?”
Jason laughed. “Oh
yeah, millions. But you have to remember most of them are adolescent. They’re
just kids, Hannah.”
“Not all of them. I’ve
seen those pictures of you guys with the gorgeous models and actresses. Don’t
give me this ‘just kids’ bull.”
Jason’s face
crimsoned. “Maybe not all of them. There are a few ladies out there.
Okay, a lot of ladies. Hordes of ladies—”
“I get the
picture.”
“And I’d be lying
if I said I didn’t go out with some of them. All the guys have. But I’m tellin’
you now—what you see on TV ain’t what you get.”
“What do you
mean?”
“Some of them are
really nice. Decent. All that. But the majority of them are unbelievable. They
talk trash worse than any sailor. They’ll sleep with anything that moves. And
all they want is to be seen with us to get themselves in front of a camera. You
don’t know agony ’til you’ve been stuck with one of those losers. I guess what
I’m trying to say, it isn’t always what it seems to be.”
“So how do you
come out of this when the time comes? How do you go from being rock star to
regular guy again? Is it even possible? Will there ever come a time you can
just walk into a restaurant without being
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