Chapter 8
The next morning, Daphne felt an arm wrapped around her waist, she smiled, forgetting that Shawn was beside her, without opening her eyes, she held his hand and fell back to sleep.
Again she was woken by another loud knocking.
She stood up and saw that it was only six in the morning. She felt her hand entwined with something, she looked back and saw Shawn and her hands together, she quickly shook it off and her heart sank.
How the heck did that happen? She asked herself.
When she answered the door this time, she remembered to put on a robe, as she opened it, Paul was standing there.
"Oh, hey, good morning." She said in a croaky voice as she opened the door wider for him to enter. "Good morning." He said and he entered and went straight to Shawn.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked?
"No thanks, I don't drink coffee, but you can go ahead."
"Nah! I don't drink coffee, too."
"So, how is he?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I don't think we should wake him up."
"Yeah, you're right. So do you want to have breakfast?" he asked.
"Sure, but can we leave him here?"
"Yeah, he'll be fine. We'll just leave him a note."
"Okay." She then took the notepad and pen and scribbled down saying that he and Paul was having breakfast downstairs.
She then excused herself and went in the bathroom to change into a pair of shorts and a white shirt, she brushed her hair and wore white flip flops and her Chanel shades, she also brought with her, her wallet and the two left the room and went straight to the elevator.
"How was your sleep?" Paul asked.
"It was okay." She answered as they got off the elevator.
They then went to the hotel's restaurant and found a seat, and since it was a breakfast buffet, so Paul insisted on Daphne to go get her breakfast first so that they can reserve their table.
Later, she came back with a ham and cheese and omelet, bacon, toast with strawberry jam and a glass of milk.
"Wow, you sure aren't hungry." Paul joked as he stood up to help her.
She just laughed and let him help her. "Go ahead and get your food. Thanks." She said sitting down and started to eat her bacon.
Paul came back later with a plate of omelet, bacon, sausages, toasts and orange juice.
"You aren't hungry yourself." She said standing up and helping him.
After they have settled down and ate, Paul asked. "So, have you chosen what your theme music will be?"
"No, I forgot about that… hmmm…" she thought for a while.
"Do you have any suggestions?" she asked taking a bite out of her toast with jam.
"Since your nickname is 'The Superstar', I think 'Material Girls' would suit you." He answered drinking his orange juice.
"Hmm… nice, I like it." She said.
"Or-or 'Girl Like That'."
"How does the song go?"
"I want that girl, what she thinks of me, don't want to know. They say her name is like the fire below, Mondays with work and words won't blow. I've just got to make her see. I've just got to find to make her want me. I know it won't come through so bad… something like that." He said singing it quietly.
"Nah, I don't think that'll work for me."
"How about 'With Legs like That'?"
"What? Why?" she asked laughing.
"Well obviously." He said pointing at her legs.
"No! I think 'Material Girl' would do." She said laughing at his suggestions.
"Suit yourself, but 'With Legs like That' would attract a lot of the male population of the fans." He said finishing his sausage.
"I don't care, I'm not having that song." She laughed.
They went back to her hotel room around 8:30, and when they got there, Shawn was gone. Then they heard the shower running. "Hey, Shawn!" Paul called him out loud. The water then went off, and the door opened to reveal Shawn with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed.
"I didn't hear you guys come in. Hey, Daphne, hope you don't mind that I took a shower."
"No, it's fine. So how are you?" Daphne said blushing.
"I'm doing okay, but my head's still throbbing."
"How are you going to change?" she asked.
"I'll just wear my clothes from last night and just call the people from downstairs to ask for another key card." He answered coolly.
"Okay, I'll just call them right now." She said going to the phone and dialing the hotel receptionist.
"Well I better get going; I still have some packing for tonight's show."
Paul said then he left.
When he left, Shawn wore his boxers in the bathroom and went outside the bathroom to put on his shirt and pants while Daphne was on the phone.
"Good morning, how may I help you?"
"Uh yeah, my friend forgot his key card in his room and I was wondering if we could have a spare key card."
"Sure ma'am, right away, what room number?"
"My room number or my friend's?"
"Your friend's."
"2134."
"Okay and what is your room number?"
"2136."
"Okay ma'am, a key would be sent to you in a few minutes."
"Okay, thank you."
"So what did you exactly do last night?" Daphne asked.
"Just partied, and danced with a couple of girls."
Daphne can't help but laugh at this. "I'm sorry, Shawn, but I don't think that's all that happened. I know that there's more."
"Okay, fine, I got so drunk that I made out with some girls we met in the bar." He said with his head down.
"Why are you embarrassed by that?"
"Well, I'm like your teacher, and I don't want you to lose respect for me."
"That won't happen, just because that happened doesn't mean I'll lose respect for you, I mean you have your life, it's not always wrestling or training me."
Before he can reply, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Daphne asked.
"Uhmm, Johnny from downstairs, I'm here for the spare key."
Daphne stood up and opened the door to reveal a middle aged man with a keycard.
"Oh, thank you." She said taking the key card for the man.
"Hey, aren't you Daphne Smith? The girl from He Said She Said and the one who sang 'Impossible'?"
"Uhmm, yeah."
"My daughter is a big fan."
"Thank you, it's always nice to meet a fan." She said.
"I was wondering if I can get your autograph for her."
"Oh, yeah, sure. Hold on." She said as she went to get a pen and paper.
"What is her name?"
" Elizabeth. She has uhm, lung cancer. "
She then looked sympathetic. "I'm sorry to here that Mr. Johnny. I sure do hope she would get well soon." She then signed the paper:
Elizabeth,
Have a great day! Get well soon!
Love lots,
Daphne Smith O
Then she gave it to the man.
"Thank you so much, and have a great stay in the Hilton Hotel." He said leaving.
She closed the door and couldn't help but sigh; she can't even imagine what Elizabeth's father was going through having her daughter with cancer was just hard for him and for every parent for the matter.
I mean, the parents should always die first, I know that it sounds cruel, but they should die before their children because it will be hard for them to see raising their children well and just see them die? With no future?
