Full summary; it was her job to capture every waking moment of his life, to document the pop stars life photographically. To her he was simply a project, a job, a way of paying the rent. No harm would come from it, right? But what happens when one shot unravels a secret side to the life of Shane Grey that no one knew? It was a secret, his image would be ruined, no one was supposed to find out. This could change her life, make her a household name. This story could make or break her into the industry, her chance for journalistic success. She makes it her mission to discover those 1000 words that are behind the picture, to get under the egotistical pop sensations skin, to reveal the real Shane Grey. But not all goes to plan, he wasn't supposed to catch on and she wasn't supposed to let it get over her head. Liking him was never an option, but ultimately it was the only. But are harbouring feelings enough from preventing her plan of destructing Shane?
So hello my lovely readers! It's me again, with yet ANOTHER new fic! This idea came to me when I was watching the news about Michael Jackson, weird I know but I was watching how hoards of people used to bombard him, and that's when the idea hit me lol. So I hope you like it, I need between 7-10 reviews for me to carry this on! Thanks!
"Ugh!" I let out a frustrated groan as my head came in contact with my wooden desk, this was ridiculous, actually it was so far beyond that, to the extent where it was publically humiliating.
"Oh C'mon Mitchie, it's not that bad!" my fellow colleague and best friend since forever, Caitlyn said as she stood in the door way to the my plastic cublicle that i claim to be my office.
"Not that bad?" I retorted as I lifted my head up from the desk "Not that bad? I'm sorry but if I have to cover one more reality star reject I will actually throw myself off of a multi story car park, with no hesitation."
"Mitchie stop being so dramatic for crying out loud, it's a story!" she threw her hands up in the air before resting them on her hips.
Maybe I was being a little over dramatic, but when you are assigned to follow someone around 24/7 for a certain amount of time, you expect a little excitement, something you can write more than 5 words on...NOT following them to the mall or McDonalds.
I'm a part of the paparazzi, not a freaking z-list stalker.
I had bigger aspirations than wasting my life away discovering that the latest big brother evictee is lactose intolerant, or that guy who was reportedly seen with Lindsay Lohan one night at a club comes from New Hampshire.
I mean seriously, who the hell would want to know that?
Not me, that's for sure.
"I'd rather have no story! Seriously, my article from last week's edition had 3 hits on the website, and I'm pretty sure two of them were from my mom"
Caitlyn rolled her eyes at me and perched herself on my desk, it was alright for her! She had juicy stories rolling in left, right and centre, all because she was the one who snapped the pictures of Britney Spears shaving her head.
Before that, she was just like me, an intern at one of America's biggest gossip website, working in a stingy cubicle in a crowded office block full of miserable good for nothing journalists who were working for absolute peanuts.
Don't get me wrong, journalism was always my dream, but not publically exposing famous people's lives to the worlds, I wanted to do something meaningful, to get into politics or world affairs, maybe even the economy. Y'know something interesting, rewarding.
Something that didn't make me look like a shallow no body desperate to rake up some cash to pay the rent.
But at this moment in time that was exactly what I was.
Hell I was needed the money so bad I was even debating taking up a second job, or maybe selling a kidney, they can sell that shit on eBay right?
"Well..." Caitlyn started, knocking me out of myself wallowing thoughts "I guess I could give you my story, after all I've still got some dish to dirt on Vanessa Hudgens"
My eyes widened as I locked gaze with her "Are you serious?!" I exclaimed excitedly, there was literally no doubt that this would be good. After all the editor loved her, yet that may be for two reasons; her ability to discover and write or her ability in the bedroom.
Well, for her sake, and my imagination, I'm hoping it's the first option.
She nodded and shrugged absentmindedly "meh, sure, you need the break more than I do, we all know you harbour some serious talent in that brain of yours Mitchie, you just haven't been given the opportunity to shine"
"And when you say shine you been exploit celebrities?" I clarified, raising an eyebrow slightly
"You know it!"
I leaned forward slightly, not wanting anyone else to here, after all, sound travels surprisingly well from cubicle to cubicle "So err, what story you got me then?"
"Well, you know that band that's got all those 15 year olds running with their underwear at their ankles?" she asked with a slight smirk playing at her lips
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I racked my brain, pass. Ask me one on sport.
"Err I don't know....Backstreet Boys?" that's a valid guess, right? I mean they are loved by teenager's right?
"No!" she scoffed "Dude, this is 2009, not freaking 1998!"
"Well I don't know" i said slightly exasperated
"Let me give you a couple more clues; there are three of them, and they go by the name Connect 3"
I dropped the pen that I was currently playing with "Connect 3?" I repeated in disbelief. "You been those pretty little virgin boys who have every breathing female swooning over them?"
"The very same"
"No offence" I begun trying not to sound patronising "but what the hell could you dish up on the three most innocent pubescent male's on the northern hemisphere?" It was a well known fact that the members of Connect 3 were seen as whiter than white, pure, Christian, beyond attractive guys, there was not a bad bone in their body, not a misplaced hair on their perfected head.
Caitlyn leaned back in her chair, intertwining her feelings as she stretched her arms "now that's where you're wrong my pretty little friend. We have reasons to believe that a certain Shane Grey is leading a hidden life, his mysterious disappearances, the absence of his family, his unavailability to attend publicity events and concerts with his band mate's, need I go on...?"
Her words caught my curiosity, she had a point. I wasn't a massive fan but I had become aware of the unspoken side of the middle band member "Hmm" I pondered "so what exactly does this entail?"
"Well Mitchie Torres, from 9 am tomorrow morning it'll be your sole mission to unearth the secret life of Shane Grey."
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