into the crazy ways of my life sooner than I had hoped.”
Observing my worried expression, he stands,
and taking hold of my hand pulls me to my feet.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Just
don’t let go of my hand, and stay as close to me as possible. If you don’t
want them to photograph your face, keep your head down. I don’t know how many
are out there, but the staff will hold them back as much as they can. Okay?”
It sounds like an army manoeuvre. Unquestionably,
I’m apprehensive; my hands shaking with anxiety. How bad can it be? I nod my
assent, and still holding my hand tightly, AJ moves us towards the exit of the
restaurant, and the waiter.
“We’ve done the best we can Mr Lewis. However,
there are quite a few out there; it appears a few fans have materialised also. It
may be wise to make a run for it Sir.” He advises.
AJ looks at me, squeezes my hand once more,
and smiles reassuringly “Ready?” At my nod, he counters “Remember what I said,
hold onto me and stay close. We may have to make a run for it. If that’s the
case just follow my lead.”
“Okay.” I smile tentatively, gripping his
hand tightly as if my life depends on it.
AJ nods his head affirmatively at the
waiter, who opens the door, then moves to my side, as we walk outside to what
can only be described as pandemonium. Cameras flashing, voices shouting,
people jostling, fans screaming. I hold onto AJs hand with one hand, and grab
his upper arm with the other. The staff are trying to hold the photographers
and fans back, but they are crowding around us so close, I’m being shoved and
pushed. Cameras flash up close to my face blinding me, and I dip my head down
trying to protect my eyes.
“Is that your new
girlfriend AJ?”
“Where did you two meet?”
“How long have you been
dating?”
The questions go on and on, fired at AJ in
rapid succession. Ignoring them, he moves us as quickly as he can towards the
car, whereupon he opens the passenger door, and I quickly climb inside. Putting
my shaking hands up, I dip my head down to hide my face, unwilling to have my
identity spread all over the press.
AJ quickly climbs into the driving seat,
starts the engine, and pulls away; having to go slowly at first, as to not run
over any of the people surrounding the car. Once free of obstructions, he puts
his foot to the floor and we speed away, leaving the chaos behind us.
I lean forward, looking at the receding
crowd through the wing mirror. I can’t believe what just happened. It was
totally crazy. How often does that happen to him? I don’t think I could put up
with that every time I went out.
“Damn it” He shouts, slamming his hand onto
the steering wheel, making me flinch. “Are you okay baby?” He asks, reaching
over to grab my shaking hand. “I’m sorry Birdie, I didn’t think we’d be
bothered there. I’ve eaten there numerous times before, and never encountered
a scene like that. If I’d thought that would happen, I’d have brought Ross
along.”
“I’m fine, just a little shaken up. I
thought we were going to be separated at one point, the jostling got so bad. I
have to admit I was starting to panic. If that waiter hadn’t been at my side,
holding them off… Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I have to admit, that was
intense. I have never had to put up with shit like that before. I’ve always
travelled the city freely.
Whoever tipped them off,
must have mentioned I was with an unknown girl, and they went in for the kill. Hopefully,
that will be the one and only time we have it that bad, but knowing the
paparazzi, I doubt it.”
“It’s over, please can we just get back to
your place. I’m in severe need of a drink.”
AJ lets go of my hand, and places his back
onto the steering wheel. I turn my head to the side and gaze through the
window, watching the city go by. He says he has never experienced anything
that bad before. Can I
Observing my worried expression, he stands,
and taking hold of my hand pulls me to my feet.
“There’s nothing to worry about. Just
don’t let go of my hand, and stay as close to me as possible. If you don’t
want them to photograph your face, keep your head down. I don’t know how many
are out there, but the staff will hold them back as much as they can. Okay?”
It sounds like an army manoeuvre. Unquestionably,
I’m apprehensive; my hands shaking with anxiety. How bad can it be? I nod my
assent, and still holding my hand tightly, AJ moves us towards the exit of the
restaurant, and the waiter.
“We’ve done the best we can Mr Lewis. However,
there are quite a few out there; it appears a few fans have materialised also. It
may be wise to make a run for it Sir.” He advises.
AJ looks at me, squeezes my hand once more,
and smiles reassuringly “Ready?” At my nod, he counters “Remember what I said,
hold onto me and stay close. We may have to make a run for it. If that’s the
case just follow my lead.”
“Okay.” I smile tentatively, gripping his
hand tightly as if my life depends on it.
AJ nods his head affirmatively at the
waiter, who opens the door, then moves to my side, as we walk outside to what
can only be described as pandemonium. Cameras flashing, voices shouting,
people jostling, fans screaming. I hold onto AJs hand with one hand, and grab
his upper arm with the other. The staff are trying to hold the photographers
and fans back, but they are crowding around us so close, I’m being shoved and
pushed. Cameras flash up close to my face blinding me, and I dip my head down
trying to protect my eyes.
“Is that your new
girlfriend AJ?”
“Where did you two meet?”
“How long have you been
dating?”
The questions go on and on, fired at AJ in
rapid succession. Ignoring them, he moves us as quickly as he can towards the
car, whereupon he opens the passenger door, and I quickly climb inside. Putting
my shaking hands up, I dip my head down to hide my face, unwilling to have my
identity spread all over the press.
AJ quickly climbs into the driving seat,
starts the engine, and pulls away; having to go slowly at first, as to not run
over any of the people surrounding the car. Once free of obstructions, he puts
his foot to the floor and we speed away, leaving the chaos behind us.
I lean forward, looking at the receding
crowd through the wing mirror. I can’t believe what just happened. It was
totally crazy. How often does that happen to him? I don’t think I could put up
with that every time I went out.
“Damn it” He shouts, slamming his hand onto
the steering wheel, making me flinch. “Are you okay baby?” He asks, reaching
over to grab my shaking hand. “I’m sorry Birdie, I didn’t think we’d be
bothered there. I’ve eaten there numerous times before, and never encountered
a scene like that. If I’d thought that would happen, I’d have brought Ross
along.”
“I’m fine, just a little shaken up. I
thought we were going to be separated at one point, the jostling got so bad. I
have to admit I was starting to panic. If that waiter hadn’t been at my side,
holding them off… Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I have to admit, that was
intense. I have never had to put up with shit like that before. I’ve always
travelled the city freely.
Whoever tipped them off,
must have mentioned I was with an unknown girl, and they went in for the kill. Hopefully,
that will be the one and only time we have it that bad, but knowing the
paparazzi, I doubt it.”
“It’s over, please can we just get back to
your place. I’m in severe need of a drink.”
AJ lets go of my hand, and places his back
onto the steering wheel. I turn my head to the side and gaze through the
window, watching the city go by. He says he has never experienced anything
that bad before. Can I
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