Chapter 19 - Premiere

Tasha and I pampered ourselves in and around Florida the next day. We went to a really nice spa and had top to toe treatments. Seaweed wraps, massage, Mani and pedi, nails and we waxed. We laughed, cried and screamed through our wonderful day together. Sam wisely stayed back at the hotel we were staying at.

"You girls have fun?" Sam said when we arrived back at The Four Seasons.

"Oh wow! Did we just!" She greeted him with a big wet kiss.

Yuck!

"Thank you Jen, that was just fantastic." She hugged me tight too.

"Aw, you are welcome Babes. What you been up to today then Sam?" I asked him, pulling away his attention from the television.

"Well I am just hooked on these American reality shows on Fox!" He exclaimed.

"They are hilarious aren't they?" I tittered. "Oh, and so as not to leave you out Sam, I've arranged a barber for you this afternoon, he'll be here about five o clock."

"Here? Oh wow! I get a celeb barber too!" His voice raised an octave.

"Well you could have come with us and had a back, sack and crack?" Tasha teased him popping a grape into her mouth from my complimentry fruit basket.

"Hell no!" He winced, making us all giggle.

By the time the evening came round nerves set in for us all. Tasha looked stunning in her beaded silk black dress and heels and Sam could have easily passed as a film star himself as he donned his tux. He looked hot!

They had gone on ahead in my car, and I awaited my limo as I had the red carpet to do.

Smoking helped my nerves and I stubbed out my second cigarette when I heard a soft knock on my room door. Tossing in a polo mint I checked my hair in the mirror and re-applied my lipstick. Smoothing down my figure hugging emerald Gucci dress I was ready.

"Go make um proud!" I heard myself say to my reflection. Grabbing my matching clutch I took a deep breath and opened my door, pulling it closed behind me we made our way down to my waiting limo.

Steve greeted me with smiles. "Hello! I didn't expect you tonight Steve?" I said as he opened my door.

"They asked and I said I'd love to Ma'am." He took my hand and led me to the open door.

"Steve, I've told you before, it's Jen or Ms Austen. I'm not the Queen." I joked with him.

"You are tonight Ma'am!" He said bowing slightly.

Was I blushing with my driver?

"Oh, well thank you kind Sir." I bowed slightly too.

"You're welcome Ms Austen, and forgive me for saying so but you look stunning tonight." It was the most I'd ever heard him say.

"Oh?! Thank you." I blushed again. The limo looked great; it was polished so much I could see my reflection in it. I slid in delicately making sure not to crease my dress.

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We snailed along in the queue for arrivals.

Hurry up! I need to pee! I thought to myself.

Why did this take so long?

Finally we reached the front; it was my turn to step out onto the red carpet.

Steve got out and walked round to my door ready for my signal that I was ready. I took a few deep breaths, begging myself to calm down, and then I tapped on the window four times. Steve opened my door and immediately the cameras and shouts began.

Steve held out his hand to help me out the car as ladylike as possible. The screams were deafening. I smiled broadly showing off my teeth and waved delicately.

This is what show business was about for me. This is why I did what I did. This was the best feeling in the world ever. Fans screaming for your attention, press crammed against barriers for a great picture and quote. T.V presenters with microphones eager to shove it in your face to speak to you. I loved my job.

A huge security guard approached me. "OK Ms Austen, walk down the line then cross over to go back up the other side. No stopping."

I nodded.

As if I didn't know how this worked.

"Jennifer!" They called.

"Jenny! Here Jenny!"

"Jennifer!"

"Hi!" I said starting at the beginning of the line. I scribbled my celeb signature as I went along.

Someone jabbed a pen at me and drew on the back of my hand by mistake. "Oh Shit! I'm so sorry! I got pushed!" She apologized.
I just laughed. "Hey! No, that's OK! No pushing guys please?" I took the pen and scribbled on her pad. "There you go!"

"Thank you!" She said pleased as punch.

I carried along the line. Smiling and adding the occasional "Hi!" And "Thanks for coming!" I crossed over and went up the other side too. "How are you? Thanks for coming!" As I went.

Signings done I joined the other gathered cast members for photos. We had group shots, then couples. Tim smelt amazing, and rested his hand in the curve of my back just above my ass, making me shiver. He bent to whisper in my ear. "You look hot!"

I whispered back, "...and you smell positively edible!" Colour flushed into his cheeks as well.

He leaned in closer again and cursed in my ear. "Fuck! Stop it, or I'll get a hard on!" He made me giggle, which the Paps got a perfect picture of.

With interviews and photos done, we made our way inside. Tim walked beside me.

I spotted Tasha and Sam in the VIP box and waved to them. They were sat next to the lady I rescued from getting squashed at the airport; I was pleased Trent had done his job.

I'd have to praise him for that.

She was sat next to a young blonde man I assumed was her boyfriend. They looked very happy, I waved to them too.

Trent caught my attention as we went in."Wow! You scrub up nicely!" He winked and kissed my cheek.

"So do you, look at you!" He was dressed in a smart black suit with a bottle green velvet tie. "We co-ordinated."

"I'll sit behind you." He smiled and took his seat. "Oh Trent!" I turned to him.

"Yep?" He leaned in to me with his ear; the noise level had risen to a roar.

"Thanks for sorting that Alice lady out with tickets! I appreciate it." I pointed up to the VIP box. He followed my finger and smiled.

"That's OK! Pleasure." He beamed again.

The movie had been put together brilliantly. The crew had worked really hard and I have to say I enjoyed watching it. I didn't usually enjoy seeing myself on screen, but I loved watching Tim squirm in his chair beside me when our love scene came on. I swear I saw a lump in his crotch area. I leaned towards him and whispered. "You err...OK?"

"Shit! Is it that obvious?" He whispered back glancing down into his lap.

"Yes!" I replied and he crossed his legs awkwardly.

After it was over he leaned in again. "See, I told you, you fucked me well!"

"Well it had the desired effect on you anyway!" I tittered.

"Do you blame me with those titties in my face?" I snorted loudly immediately regretting it. Trent leaned forward and told us off.

"Behave!" He said in a loud amused whisper.

We all filed out after the movie and posed for some more pictures and signed some more stuff for competition winners and VIP's. We also did some joint interviews too. Tim behaved during them to my relief.

Suddenly I had a hankering for a cigarette. I approached Trent as he was talking to someone I didn't recognize.

He excused himself. "Yep?!" He leaned in to hear over the din.

"Are we done? I need a fag!?" I shivered in the cold night air.

Why couldn't women wear a suit? It was freezing out here.

"Um, I think so, let me check?" He wandered off and spoke to someone who's looked official wearing an ear piece. They spoke into it and looked back to Trent and nodded.

Thank god for that!

He returned. "Yes! All done! You are free to go."

"Cool, I'm going round there for a fag, away from the crowd." I pointed to the side of the building beside some Industrial sized Wheelie bins.

"Sure, I'll wait here and make sure you get your car. I have to catch up with Brian anyway."

"K!" I shivered and tentatively walked over the grass on the tips of my toes so my heels didn't sink in the mud. I walked around the side of the building away from the public, they didn't need to see me smoking in this beautiful dress.

Routing through my clutch bag I found a cigarette, but shit! No lighter!

"Shit!" I cursed aloud and a flame magically appeared in front my face. I followed the fingers, the hand, sleeve and arm and...

Shit!

It was Marcus!

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A/N: Dun Dun DUN! What the...? He's Back! (thank god!) I missed Marcus. Wonder what he wants? Why did he come? Well fear not...cos I already know. I wrote it! :o)

Thank you Twihard till I die, once again you test my grammar and spot my deliberate mistakes! *cheesy grin*

onwards then...

DeathToBeReborn xx