Behind The Scenes

Chapter Two: Everyone has a secret locked, but can they keep it?

Matthew lowered his head as he listened to the sound of the sirens, whilst he tried to flex his tense fingers. He winced in pain and heard a bunch of people screaming, but he was only partially conscious of what was happening around him. He could hear car doors slamming shut, followed by flashes bursting in his direction.

"Matthew, just a word," a girl screamed through a microphone. "Matthew!"

Two security guards kept her away, and he took a breath, relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with her or with any of the other journalists. He rubbed his eyes and a cop introduced himself.

"Mr. Crawford, I'm Officer Tanner. You'll have to follow me up to the police station."

Eleven hours before...

Matthew opened his eyes with some difficulty inside the dark room. The clock showed it to be three-forty in the afternoon, but he wasn't surprised that he had slept for so long. He remembered that it was sunny outside when he had walked in there, so all of that sleep was at least fair. He blinked a few times and unintentionally slapped some girl's back whilst stretching, which was only a little bit confusing. Obviously, he had no idea who that was, but it was very common for him to wake up with some random lady by his side, so he just curiously looked at the curves of her model's body and her platinum blonde hair, smiling to himself. Another aspiring actress, probably. He heard that Hollywood welcomed at least five hundred of them each day.

Of course, about four hundred and fifty of them were lucky enough to get to know his bed.

The girl was still asleep, but he was in such a good mood that he decided not to wake her up. His stomach was growling, so he dragged himself outside and tried not to stumble and die down the stairs of his duplex loft, where he moved approximately four months ago. He lit a cigarette on the way, took a slice of cold pizza, and threw himself on the couch.

As he turned on the TV, Alyssa's face was the first thing he saw.

He cursed quietly, because that could only be some sort of persecution--the only day in two weeks that he did not need to put up with her and there she was, beautiful and all dirty in neon paint at some party.

Matt rubbed his eyes with his fingers. Neon paint? Alyssa? Was he that drunk?

Some skinny tattooed guys with very weird hairstyles showed up on the screen, entering the same party, and one of them threw himself over Aly, who smiled and looked honestly drunk.

He knew who those guys were, but he couldn't remember where from, nor why. It took him thirty seconds to realize that he was watching VH1, and then he waited two more minutes to see that it was some (stupid) band's--named Memorial Stripper--music video. He laughed so hard that he almost fell on the floor, after ironically texting his beloved co-star, writing something about how she was looking way more fun in that shitty music video.

She did not reply, which was absurdly weird--Alyssa loved to text back with swears in caps lock, and he had sworn that he was going to screenshot it someday to spread it around the world and ruin her saintly image.

Crawford did not have time to worry about it, though, because the platinum blonde girl showed up naked in his living room, taking his focus away completely.

It was almost 11PM when Matthew got a text from a girl called Kayla Becker, a former reality show star known as Kay-Kay, who was frankly irritating and awfully hot. Despite her annoying voice and her childish six-year-old mind, Kay-Kay was very popular for throwing some of the most memorable parties in Los Angeles. Todays would be in honor of some disposable gay best friend at Drai's. Matthew liked Drai's Open Bar, so he didn't even have to worry about having to shoot the next day--he always found a way, in the end--and soon enough he was in his car with the platinum blonde, on his way to another memorable night.