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Lennon Lewis doesn't feel quite alright. He is slowly but surely reaching for the stars with his rock band and is adored by everyone who meets him. He should be happy. But he's either too high or too low. The sweet relief is only tempora...
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Stepping out of Saint Laurent store in Mayfair in his tailored, designer casual wear, Lennon sees a couple of dedicated fangirls hovering nearby with expectation on their beaming faces. He greets a few of the girls with an extended hand. Juggling their delicate fingers, autograph books, and Sharpies, he works the crowd with an affable charm.
"You guys been waiting long?"
"Yeah, no, like not long," says one, flicking her hair in a deliberately nonchalant manner.
Well versed in these mechanics, he's still surprised to see girls as young as these, eager for his scrawl on a piece of paper. He's well known, constantly recognized and he wishes he could say he misses his anonymity. He doesn't because well, he always liked attention and he always had it. Now it's just on a worldwide scale. Most people know his name and he has more money than he ever had, one may say he's made it.
Jorja follows him holding big shopping bags and joins him in signing autographs, gently smiling at teenage girls that keep shouting their names. To their disappointment two big bodyguards start pulling Lennon and Jorja to the car that's been waiting for them. They enter the car with urgency, still hearing the girls screams and a few paparazzo cameras click. Lennon stares out through the tinted window of his chauffeur driven ride to the restaurant in Soho where the band will meet their managers to discuss their third album.
Rick and James, manager and an assistant manager of the band, are talking business while sipping on sparking water, answering phone calls from time to time. Lennon doesn't talk much and mostly looks out of the window of a fancy restaurant, Jorja is sitting next to him eating caesar salad. After a while Sam and Nate enter the restaurant and join them at the large table, secluded from the rest of the establishment.
"Nice of you to join us." Jorja mumbles annoyed while chewing on her cherry tomato.
"It's not my fault traffic is a fucking nightmare at this time of day." Sam spits back taking off his sunglasses, staring deadly at her and sitting next to Lennon, while Nate sits across from them immediately trying to catch the waitress's attention in order to get a drink.
"Ok kids stop bickering, let's get down to business. Now that you are all here."
Rick announces and Lennon rolls his eyes, hating this part of the job. But he keeps quiet knowing these meetings are also part of the job and the less time they spend talking bullshit the faster they will finish and get on with the day. He can see from the corner of his eye that Jorja is playfully sneaking her arm behind Lennon's back reaching for Sam and poking the side of his back and Sam jolts in surprise, trying to keep his face straight. When Lennon looks at him, he can see a smile creeping on his friend's face but covering it with his fist and trying to pay attention to what the manager is saying. Those two are being awfully strange with their fighting but not actually fighting, and Lennon would like to investigate more but he hears something that Rick says and it catches his attention.
