dreams for the future. Kat wanted to branch out from the type of roles she has always done. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with them, but she was somewhat embarrassed. I think she worried about being taken seriously as an actor. She was really hoping that she would get the role in Damaged. I knew having a role like that would really put her in the spotlight even more. I wasn’t sure if she was prepared to be the center of attention, but if anyone could handle it, Kat could.
I did some magazine and interviews in the days leading up to the premiere. I got asked about Kat and our relationship several times. They saw the Jimmy Fallon episode and read something into it. I wasn’t coy. I told them that Kat was a very special person, and that I was enjoying getting to know her. I made fun of myself a little and talked about my attempts to find out who she was. I knew that women were going to really enjoy reading about the rock star chasing after a woman. I could have kept it all private but my strategy with the media was to give them what they wanted, and then ask them not to cross a line to get more info. I understood that being in the spotlight meant that people would want to know about me and my relationships. I wanted my fans to know me, and didn’t mind sharing some details, but the important things I keep to myself. There’s no need to give details, but just talking openly about my life helped to keep them from chasing me around all the time. I wasn’t the type of guy to whine about the media and the paparazzi. I have a job because of my fans, and they like to read articles and see pictures. As long as they were safe, and didn’t endanger anyone trying to follow me around, or take things too far to get a story, I was fine with them.
The guys in the band were lucky they didn’t get as much of attention. They liked it that way. They were famous enough to be recognized, and get the perks without the pitfalls of being followed around, and having their privacy invaded.
The day of the premier rolled around and the guys spent the morning fucking with me about primping and taking forever to get ready. They loved that the media saw me as this sex symbol, they thought it was freaking hilarious. They messed with me about being a diva and having ridiculous demands. It wasn’t true but I let them have their fun. I’d get them back for all the shit they talked when they finally found girls willing to date them. It was going to happen eventually and I’d give them hell. I couldn’t fucking wait.
Chapter Five
KAT
The day of the premier dawned bright and sunny. I was awake with the sun chasing the darkness as it faded down the beach and brightened with the new day. I felt all glowy with excitement for my first date/public event with Cade. I couldn’t wait to see the look on everyone’s face, especially my mother.
I spent most of the morning relaxing at the spa. I had a massage, facial, body wrap, and of course a manicure and pedicure. My nails and toes were painted a soft ballerina pink.
My chauffeur for the day took me home just in time for the hair and make-up crew to arrive. I had been texting Cade all morning and he seemed just as excited as I did. He had been relaxing with his band. He might require less time to get ready but I spent half the day at the spa. I won.
I closed my eyes and basked in the awesomeness that is being pampered as soft jazz played in the background. My hair was trimmed, smoothed with some awesome smelling stuff, dried, curled and pinned in a simple do that allowed my hair to fall down my back with some sassy poofage in the front.
My makeup was done with perfection. Softly pink cheeks, dramatic eyes and shiny glossy lips. I smiled into my own blue eyes in the mirror and then hugged everyone who helped me get ready. I may have also posted a few pictures with them to my social media accounts.
I made my way to my vanity where my jewelry was