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PR rep directed him to the media stops where he gave a few soundbites in the micro-interviews normally called for at these events. Fred stayed close at Johnny’s back, and Kevin and the rest of us hung back.
Only one minor incident took place near the end of our run on the red carpet. A new pop artist—who turned out to be Ed Sheerway—made the mistake of extending his arm for a handshake with Johnny. Fred did not recognize him. He blocked Ed’s arm and put him in a kimura-style standing double-wrist lock submission. Kevin cleared it up and apologized to Ed, but the mishap was captured by at least a dozen celebrity news cameramen. It was bound to hit the media gossip sites.
Once in the concourse, Johnny laced my hand into the crook of his arm to go backstage. We were taken for a quick walk-through and given instructions on who would get us from the audience when we needed to return to change for the performance. After the mini-tour, we met with the rest of the group in the concourse. There were private guards wearing suits everywhere. Most celebrities also had their own private bodyguards.
Kevin openly reminded Johnny that this event was a dress rehearsal for the Rock Hits Video Awards, or RHVAs, which were the premiere music award to recognize achievements in the music industry—a phrase he repeated almost verbatim each time. The two left for a while to do some schmoozing with several artist friends, colleagues and any RHVA organizer they could track down. Kevin called it socializing with purpose. I found it admirable—in spite of his temperament, he was always working, always pitching for Johnny. They weren’t gone for long, and when they returned, the PR rep, Fred and Larry were shown to the secondary seating for support personnel. Johnny, Kevin and I were led to our seats inside and the show began.
The rest of the night flew by like a fleeting instant. Johnny’s performance went off without a hitch—I even remembered my lines. He had three nominations, and won one award for Favorite Male Pop/Rock album. He dragged Kevin on stage with him to receive it, and humbly gave him full credit for his mentorship and guidance. They shared a warm hug on stage. It gave me goosebumps. Kevin was not all bad. Quite possibly, his animosity toward me was the natural protective instinct any concerned parent would have. If anything, from this angle, I had much more respect for him—he was nothing like my mother. All the more reason for me to remain objective where he was concerned.
We had been there for almost six hours when the curtains closed. The PR rep had left early to spin a story about the Ed Sheerway incident on the red carpet. We made our way to regroup with Fred and Larry. They left in the other limo to escort Kevin home, with plans to return to Johnny’s place. After performing and receiving an award, Johnny’s spirits were soaring, but he was also wiped for the ride home. At one point, he rested his head in my lap and closed his eyes. I ran my hand through his hair, looking down at his face in the dimness of passing streetlights. God, he was gorgeous. And somewhere along the way, I had been swept right off my feet.
Chapter Ten
Johnny
Three down, four to go. That’s what was running through my mind when I woke up the day after the awards show. Three stops on my tour were complete, and so far we had all gotten through it virtually unscathed. And yes, two of the three people I cared about had suffered minor injuries, but I held out hope we could get through the rest with no further trauma to anyone in my camp.
Amanda had slept in my bed last night, with minimal coaxing too. We were both tired, so sleep turned out to be all we did. It was great to feel her body pressed up against mine all night. For the first time since we left for Greece, there was nothing in my schedule today. It was a luxury to have a free day, so I slept in. Amanda was gone when I woke up. I was not surprised—it was already almost
Only one minor incident took place near the end of our run on the red carpet. A new pop artist—who turned out to be Ed Sheerway—made the mistake of extending his arm for a handshake with Johnny. Fred did not recognize him. He blocked Ed’s arm and put him in a kimura-style standing double-wrist lock submission. Kevin cleared it up and apologized to Ed, but the mishap was captured by at least a dozen celebrity news cameramen. It was bound to hit the media gossip sites.
Once in the concourse, Johnny laced my hand into the crook of his arm to go backstage. We were taken for a quick walk-through and given instructions on who would get us from the audience when we needed to return to change for the performance. After the mini-tour, we met with the rest of the group in the concourse. There were private guards wearing suits everywhere. Most celebrities also had their own private bodyguards.
Kevin openly reminded Johnny that this event was a dress rehearsal for the Rock Hits Video Awards, or RHVAs, which were the premiere music award to recognize achievements in the music industry—a phrase he repeated almost verbatim each time. The two left for a while to do some schmoozing with several artist friends, colleagues and any RHVA organizer they could track down. Kevin called it socializing with purpose. I found it admirable—in spite of his temperament, he was always working, always pitching for Johnny. They weren’t gone for long, and when they returned, the PR rep, Fred and Larry were shown to the secondary seating for support personnel. Johnny, Kevin and I were led to our seats inside and the show began.
The rest of the night flew by like a fleeting instant. Johnny’s performance went off without a hitch—I even remembered my lines. He had three nominations, and won one award for Favorite Male Pop/Rock album. He dragged Kevin on stage with him to receive it, and humbly gave him full credit for his mentorship and guidance. They shared a warm hug on stage. It gave me goosebumps. Kevin was not all bad. Quite possibly, his animosity toward me was the natural protective instinct any concerned parent would have. If anything, from this angle, I had much more respect for him—he was nothing like my mother. All the more reason for me to remain objective where he was concerned.
We had been there for almost six hours when the curtains closed. The PR rep had left early to spin a story about the Ed Sheerway incident on the red carpet. We made our way to regroup with Fred and Larry. They left in the other limo to escort Kevin home, with plans to return to Johnny’s place. After performing and receiving an award, Johnny’s spirits were soaring, but he was also wiped for the ride home. At one point, he rested his head in my lap and closed his eyes. I ran my hand through his hair, looking down at his face in the dimness of passing streetlights. God, he was gorgeous. And somewhere along the way, I had been swept right off my feet.
Chapter Ten
Johnny
Three down, four to go. That’s what was running through my mind when I woke up the day after the awards show. Three stops on my tour were complete, and so far we had all gotten through it virtually unscathed. And yes, two of the three people I cared about had suffered minor injuries, but I held out hope we could get through the rest with no further trauma to anyone in my camp.
Amanda had slept in my bed last night, with minimal coaxing too. We were both tired, so sleep turned out to be all we did. It was great to feel her body pressed up against mine all night. For the first time since we left for Greece, there was nothing in my schedule today. It was a luxury to have a free day, so I slept in. Amanda was gone when I woke up. I was not surprised—it was already almost
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