song again, this time with cameras shoved into each of our faces.
Then it was lunch time and the director was calling a wrap for the day and thanking all of us. He reminded me that I had a solo on Monday. I nodded and assured him my keeper was very efficient and stormtrooper-like and she wouldn't let me forget. Ky shot cute little daggers at me with her eyes.
Chapter 4 – Lunch
Miranda Keys looked around at everyone with mischief-filled eyes. “Ladies... and teenaged looking gentlemen.” Conrad Chase and Max McDonald, being the only male talent on the album, feigned hurt. But they did, they looked like kids to me! Gawd I feel old. She grinned at them apologetically then continued speaking to the group, “Let's go cause a scene? Lunch out in public?”
It was comical, all of us artists were nodding with glee. This would kick up a crap-storm of paparazzi and fans. Just what the studio didn't want as this shoot was supposed to be secret. The keepers were trying to talk them down. All except Kylee who was grinning at the whole spectacle and standing next to me now, filming the whole thing with her iPad.
I grinned at her. “Aren't you going to try to stop me?”
She smiled and nodded as she took my arm in hers. “Yes by all means, I shall try to stop you over lunch Amber Lee.”
I snorted and Skylar spoke to the back of her hand like she was being stealthy. “This one's a keeper.” We all laughed at the pun.
Miranda Keys, always the joker, looked at her own keeper and pointed back then said, “Here comes Evan!” Then she started comically running for the door when the woman looked back. The woman shook her head in frustration and followed her as all of the talent and their keepers streamed off the set.
Without the cover of the parking garage our procession made our way out the front doors and we started walking down the sidewalk in search of grub. The couple entertainment news reporters with the chops to perpetually wait there in case someone famous walked out of the studios were shouting questions and following us snapping pictures and sending out the alarm to the masses. I'm sure they were shocked as hell at the sheer number of stars in our group.
I looked back. Kylee and the other keepers were doing an admirable job of keeping them off of us. People on the street started realizing who we were and started following and snapping pictures and video with their cellphones too.
Three blocks later we arrived at a nice little corner cafe, aptly named Cafe on the Corner. Now we had a full ration of paparazzi and people surrounding us as we went inside. Our keepers ran interference, I realized Kylee was at the door with her arms held wide barring everyone from following us in. I giggled then reached out and grabbed her hand and dragged her in. God I didn't want to let go, so I didn't. The staff was incredibly efficient and blocked others from entry once our group made it inside.
One paparazzi somehow made it past and shouted, “What brings you all together in Seattle?”
A waitress was shoving him toward the door when Miranda winked at me and yelled as she pointed at Kylee. “Babette Stevenson there has cast us in a SciFi movie. Where music and love are the only things that can battle the invading fleet of aliens.”
Kylee had a dead serious look on her face when the man looked at her. “Yes. They are space vampires. Music paralyzes their nervous systems and love melts their hearts. The working title is Heartsong Warriors.” Damn she's quick! I tried hard not to lose it.
The man was writing on his notepad frantically as the waitress finally got him out the door and she locked it and flipped the sign to “closed”.
All of us except the keepers started cracking up. “Well done Babette.” I snorted and Kylee smiled and looked down shyly and blushed, warming me up a bit.
We looked around as the wait staff was pushing tables around to
Then it was lunch time and the director was calling a wrap for the day and thanking all of us. He reminded me that I had a solo on Monday. I nodded and assured him my keeper was very efficient and stormtrooper-like and she wouldn't let me forget. Ky shot cute little daggers at me with her eyes.
Chapter 4 – Lunch
Miranda Keys looked around at everyone with mischief-filled eyes. “Ladies... and teenaged looking gentlemen.” Conrad Chase and Max McDonald, being the only male talent on the album, feigned hurt. But they did, they looked like kids to me! Gawd I feel old. She grinned at them apologetically then continued speaking to the group, “Let's go cause a scene? Lunch out in public?”
It was comical, all of us artists were nodding with glee. This would kick up a crap-storm of paparazzi and fans. Just what the studio didn't want as this shoot was supposed to be secret. The keepers were trying to talk them down. All except Kylee who was grinning at the whole spectacle and standing next to me now, filming the whole thing with her iPad.
I grinned at her. “Aren't you going to try to stop me?”
She smiled and nodded as she took my arm in hers. “Yes by all means, I shall try to stop you over lunch Amber Lee.”
I snorted and Skylar spoke to the back of her hand like she was being stealthy. “This one's a keeper.” We all laughed at the pun.
Miranda Keys, always the joker, looked at her own keeper and pointed back then said, “Here comes Evan!” Then she started comically running for the door when the woman looked back. The woman shook her head in frustration and followed her as all of the talent and their keepers streamed off the set.
Without the cover of the parking garage our procession made our way out the front doors and we started walking down the sidewalk in search of grub. The couple entertainment news reporters with the chops to perpetually wait there in case someone famous walked out of the studios were shouting questions and following us snapping pictures and sending out the alarm to the masses. I'm sure they were shocked as hell at the sheer number of stars in our group.
I looked back. Kylee and the other keepers were doing an admirable job of keeping them off of us. People on the street started realizing who we were and started following and snapping pictures and video with their cellphones too.
Three blocks later we arrived at a nice little corner cafe, aptly named Cafe on the Corner. Now we had a full ration of paparazzi and people surrounding us as we went inside. Our keepers ran interference, I realized Kylee was at the door with her arms held wide barring everyone from following us in. I giggled then reached out and grabbed her hand and dragged her in. God I didn't want to let go, so I didn't. The staff was incredibly efficient and blocked others from entry once our group made it inside.
One paparazzi somehow made it past and shouted, “What brings you all together in Seattle?”
A waitress was shoving him toward the door when Miranda winked at me and yelled as she pointed at Kylee. “Babette Stevenson there has cast us in a SciFi movie. Where music and love are the only things that can battle the invading fleet of aliens.”
Kylee had a dead serious look on her face when the man looked at her. “Yes. They are space vampires. Music paralyzes their nervous systems and love melts their hearts. The working title is Heartsong Warriors.” Damn she's quick! I tried hard not to lose it.
The man was writing on his notepad frantically as the waitress finally got him out the door and she locked it and flipped the sign to “closed”.
All of us except the keepers started cracking up. “Well done Babette.” I snorted and Kylee smiled and looked down shyly and blushed, warming me up a bit.
We looked around as the wait staff was pushing tables around to
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