Authors note: I commenced writing this
story in 2002, so any time line reference or dates in the story are based on
2002. Karen.
Educating Danielle
Part Fourteen
by Karen E. Lea
Chapter Fifty Nine
We arrived at
Kim’s place at two. The butler took our bags from the car and showed us to our
room. We freshened up and went downstairs to the party. We scanned the guests
for Danielle.
Laura had a death
grip on my arm, “Don’t you dare leave me by myself.” She declared, eyeing some
prominent people.
“Relax.”
“Relax. How?”
“They’re just
people.”
“Important
people.”
“So.”
“Just don’t leave
me.” She said through clenched teeth.
“There she is,” I
said nodding towards the sea wall.
“Where? Oh I see…
my god, look who she’s talking to.”
She was in deep
conversation with a former American president. I had heard he was in Sydney on a lecture tour. Danielle spied us, excused
herself and beckoned us over. We walked towards her; Laura dug her nails in to
my arm. It was hard not to grimace.
“Mum, Dad, this
is Bill. Bill, this is my father Jeff Williams and my mother Laura Williams.”
She said winking.
We shook hands
and Bill waxed lyrical about our daughter. Laura was now shaking. A
photographer took a snap of us; meanwhile Laura hadn’t said a word. Bill spoke
easily about his visit; the weather and we were content to let him speak.
Kim approached,
“Darlings, you’re here.” She kissed us both, “I’m sorry, I have to borrow Bill
here, I have someone for him to meet.”
“Remember what I
said little lady, there’s a job for you if you wish.”
“Thanks Bill, too
committed in Sydney.” Danielle answered.
Kim led Bill away
and Laura sagged against me.
“What’s the
matter mum?”
“Do you know who
you were talking to then?”
“Yes mum. Bill.”
“I hope we don’t
meet anymore important people, you will not survive the afternoon.”
“What was the
job?” Laura asked.
“Intern.”
“We won’t go
there.” I answered.
“Mum. I have
another person for you to meet.” Danielle led Laura and I over to another group
of people, “Abe, I would like you to meet my mother, Laura Williams, mum, this
is Abe Spencer.”
Abe shook Laura’s
hand, “Most charmed. I can see whom Danielle takes after. You are a very
attractive woman”
”Thank… you.”
Laura stammered.
We were
introduced to Abe’s wife, Rose. Laura started to chat with Rose and she finally
started to relax. Abe and I discussed Danielle’s workload for the next couple
of weeks.
“If it gets too
much, let me know, I don’t want her burnt out in the first couple of months.”
He stated.
“I’ll keep my eye
on it, I don’t want that either.”
The afternoon
literally flew, meeting a lot of people who knew Danielle and they all told us
what a beautiful young woman she was. I noticed a lot of the staff came to
Danielle for instructions, which she issued. I quizzed her about it.
“Kim made me
organise today, from organising food and drink, to where everything had to go
and delegate the staff.”
“So you’re the
gaffer.”
“Gaffer?”
“Slang for the
boss. So you did this by yourself?”
“Kim gave me hints,
Toby the butler took me under his wing and pointed me in the right direction.”
The afternoon
became evening and the guests drifted off home. Kim and Danielle bade the last
guest goodbye just after eight. Danielle chatted to Kim in French; they seemed
very pleased with themselves. Kim sat us in a small sitting room and told us
about a very successful two weeks. Danielle had charmed her way into every
body’s heart.
Kim rose, “Come
with me Laura, we’ll have a heart to heart.”
They left the room,
Danielle snuggled up to me, “I’ve missed you and mum.”
“We’ve missed you
too.”
“The first night,
I was just so homesick… but I got over it.”
“Had fun?”
“Can’t begin to
tell you how much fun and my boobs are awesome now. I have to be a B cup.”
“We’ll try to get
to a doctor this week, trouble is the catalogue starts Monday.”
“I feel great and
boobs to boot. No doctor No way.”
“I think we need
to know what’s causing this, you sure you’re not taking anything?”
“Nothing. Can’t
wait to show you though, I’ll even let you touch them
“Thanks, but
that’s not necessary.”
“Oh Jeff, I want
you to touch them. It’s so cool; I’ve been showering some times three times a
day just to soap them up, it’s awesome.”
“I don’t think I
really need to know this… so you’ve had a good time?”
“Oh yeah. You would
not believe some of the people I’ve met.”
“I’ve got a fair
idea from the gathering today. Anyway. What did you think of the group last
week?”
“Eww, gross. And
that Ali…Super gross.” She shuddered.
“I’m sorry I gave
in to Sam and his bull.”
“No need to be, what’s
the plan for this week.”
“Well. There is
no way I’m stuffing up Spencers’ work for Sam. So I thought I would tell Sam
Friday afternoon at the earliest and he can work around us. We just might have
to work on it next weekend though. Looking forward to it?”
“Yeah. This past
fortnight has given me so much confidence. I’m ready. Sooner it’s done, the
sooner we can get on with other things. Like get my learner’s permit, I found
out I could have got it when I was sixteen.”
”Sounds like a
plan to me. You drove pretty well the other day.” I answered.
“Yeah. Thomas and
I had so much fun. He is so way cool. I think I surprised everybody though?”
“Sure did. Sam
was shitty.”
“Why?”
“I think because
it cost him and Sal money.”
Kim and Laura
came back in to the room. “Kim and I have come to a arrangement about the
wedding.” Laura said sitting beside me.
“And?”
“I’ll tell you
later.”
“It’s getting
late. Breakfast at nine, seeing as Danielle gave everybody the day off tomorrow,
we’ll have to look after ourselves.” Kim announced.
“Well they worked
hard for me today.” Danielle pouted.
“You did the
right thing darling. They love you for it.” She said rising from her seat Good
night all.”
“Good night Kim.”
We chorused.
Next morning we
entered the kitchen at five to nine. Danielle was busy making breakfast. She
looked up and smiled, “Hi Mum, dad.”
“Hi honey. Busy?”
I asked.
“Yeah. This is
the first time in two weeks I’ve actually done something for myself in the
kitchen.”
Kim entered with
the Sunday papers. We sat at the table after wishing each other good morning.
We sipped juice and flicked through the papers.
“That will
interest you Laura.” Kim said passing over the social pages.
Laura took the
paper, “Oh my…”
I looked over her
shoulder; it was the picture with Bill. “I don’t believe it, of all the photos’
taken yesterday, that one gets printed.” Laura gasped.
“Got our names
right again.” I observed. I could not but feel Kim had influenced the photo
being printed. Not only that, the picture would have had to left the party
nearly straight away to make it in to this mornings paper.
Two hours later
we were on the way home with a very confident Danielle. Once home Laura had a
constant stream of phone calls because of the morning’s paper.
Once home,
Danielle stated “It was nice for the fortnight, but I rather do things for
myself.”
Laura left the
house at six to go and get some groceries; the car had barely left the garage
when Danielle sashayed in to the lounge room where I was sitting, reading. I
looked up and near had a heart attack. She was naked, except for heels and
makeup.
With hands on
hips, “Well, what do you think?”
My eyes travelled
up from the heels, to the penis and then to the boobs. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you my
boobs.” She announced, jumping in to my lap.
“For god’s sake,
get dressed, or at least put a house coat on or something.”
“Don’t they look
great? The nipples are puffy, but I think that’s normal. You can touch them.”
She said grabbing my hand and laying it on her chest.
“Daniel, please
go and get dressed. Now.”
“Oooh. Did I
cause that?” she said shifting her weight in my lap. “That’s better. What do
you think? They are totally awesome don’t you think. You should do this too.”
“Depends on what
secret is causing this to you.”
“Wish I knew. I’d
put it in a bottle. A big bottle. Hope I don’t get as big as mom though. D,
maybe E, no D would be good.”
“Enough of this;
go and get dressed.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Tease.” I
replied, shifting uncomfortably under her weight.
“I am not, I
wanted to show you my boobs.”
“They’re very
nice, now go and get dressed.”
“Well thanks for
nothing.” She said pushing down hard in to my crotch to push herself upright.
“Ow… Daniel.” I
struggled to stand. That hurt. “Daniel, what’s the matter?”
“Now I’m Daniel?”
Okay. Danielle.
I’m sorry.”
“You are not. I
was trying to have a bit of fun.”
“I’m really
sorry.” I held my arms out for a hug. She walked towards me and we hugged.
“Jeff, I really
love you and it was a bit of fun.”
“I worry about it
getting out of hand. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, I do.” She
sighed.
“Anyway do you
need bras?” I said changing the subject.
”No I’m right at
the moment.”
I escorted her to
the bedroom and she quickly dressed, wonderbra, panties, scoop neck top showing
off her cleavage and a pair of shorts.
“Happy now?” she
asked.
“Yes. I do love
you. Lots.” I answered.
Laura arrived
home with shopping and we gave her a hand to bring it in and put it away in the
cupboards. While we had a simple dinner of eggs and toast, we gave Danielle a
rundown on all the things that happened while she was away including Becky.
Laura then told
us about what transpired the night before with Kim. She told Kim that she would
never be comfortable with the offer, and Kim, while disappointed, understood
Laura wanted a wedding where she felt comfortable.
Chapter Sixty
Next morning we
arrived at the studio early, in fact everybody was early. Danielle was greeted
like a long lost friend, she told them about her holiday. We had coffee
together and discussed the plan for the week. We decided to split into two
teams; Cindy and John, Charlene and Cathy, Danielle and I would take any extra
work. Laura would assist Kelly upstairs. At least we started with a plan.
Moira swept in
with entourage just after seven thirty. She welcomed Danielle and Laura. “Jeff,
you haven’t RSVP’d Thursday night, every thing is okay, isn’t it?” she said
turning to me.
“RSVP? What
RSVP.”
“Danielle’s media
soiree, introduce her to the world, you know the drill…didn’t you get the
invitation?”
“No.”
“You’re having me
on?”
“No.”
“I don’t have
anything to wear.” Laura lamented.
“We wanted to
surprise you all with the invitation, they went out three weeks ago.”
“Well we didn’t
get it.”
“We invited
everybody here. Nobody got them?”
I turned,
“Kelly?”
“Haven’t seen
anything.” She answered.
“What the hell
has gone wrong? Can I use your phone?”
“Sure.”
She dialled
quickly and waited. “Jennifer……Moira….. The invitations for Thursday……. for the
Starburst people, where did you send them?…..Could you check? They didn’t get
them.” She hung on and waited for the answer. “I’m here… Arthurton? Where in
the hells that? No, it’s Artarmon, here in Sydney.” Moira took a deep breath.
“Jennifer, listen carefully, have all the Starburst invitations reprinted and
couriered to me at Artarmon, here in Sydney, by twelve.”
She slammed the
phone down. “Can I interest you in a office junior?”
“No thanks. So
what’s this all about?”
“Danielle’s
official launch, I know it’s your busiest week, but we needed to slot it in.
Next week was too late.”
“Surprise.
Surprise. Surprise.” I said in a Gomer Pyle voice.
“Don’t be like
that. If you got the invitations when you where meant to, this wouldn’t be a
surprise. Well not this close to the event anyway.”
“We’ll be there,
don’t worry.”
“None of the
girls will have had time to organise clothes or anything. What a mess… We’ll
foot the clothing and shoe bill, we’ll just have to organise them to a store…
Chatswood is the closest… I’ll kill Jennifer for this…you know what she does?”
I shrugged. “She doesn’t ask questions if she’s not sure, she guesses what I’ve
said… Grr…Anyway…”
We talked through
a plan. Laura and Danielle would go to head office tomorrow as planned, to meet
Danielle’s assistants, pick up her mobile phone and store card. When they got
back, Kelly and Charlene can go to the Chatswood store to pick out an outfit,
when they got back, Cindy and Cathy would take their place, then John and me. I
was a little bit jealous of the girls; frankly I didn’t want a new outfit, not
for Jeff anyway, but Karen would love a new outfit. This explained why Danielle
had been slated in for Monday, by seven that night her part of the catalogue
and publicity shots had been completed. Moira was ecstatic with the outcome.
Before everybody left, Moira distributed the invitations.
Tuesday morning,
Moira arrived with a hire car and whisked Laura and Danielle off to head
office. Three hours later they were back. Danielle had a new mobile phone; a
store card and both of them had new outfits and shoes for Wednesday night. The
car then took Kelly and Charlene to the Chatswood store, two hours later they
returned and Cindy and Cathy took their place at Chatswood. An extra two hours
that night had us caught up.
Next morning,
after an early start to get in front, John and I went up to Chatswood for our
clothes and returned with some smart casual gear. We managed to finish the day
more or less on time.
Thursday morning,
Laura, Kelly and Danielle went to have their hair and nails done at Pierre’s.
Unfortunately we couldn’t afford any more time off for the other girls to do
the same, they understood the reasons and went with the flow.
I had agonised
over how to give everybody a bonus and how much since the sale of the images to
Rhonda’s client. Kelly and Danielle were entitled to more than the others,
seeing as they had to endure themselves on billboards. After much deliberation,
twenty thousand each to Danielle and Kelly, and ten thousand each to the others.
Once we were all
dressed, I handed the envelopes out to them while we waited for the limousines.
There were gasps of surprise, then thanks. Every body was on a high now. Once
in the limos we all had a glass of champagne to relax as we were whisked off to
the Fox Studios.
Danielle had a
limo to herself, except for Moira and Jennifer. Moira had a big entrance
planned and had been giving last minute directions with her mobile phone before
we left. God help anybody who mucked this show up.
We alighted at
the venue and greeted inside by Abe. It was absolutely packed with people and
media. A MC started to speak and introduced Abe to the gathering. Abe gave a
speech about the future of Spencers and the reason for the night, “Ladies and
gentleman, I would like to introduce Miss Danielle Williams….”
Danielle entered
the little stage from behind, glamorous in her new dress, aqua blue with
spaghetti straps and plunging neckline, the asymmetrical hem showing off plenty
of leg and her matching aqua four inch heeled sandals. She waved to the
audience who applauded and she kissed Abe on the cheek. Photos were taken with
Abe. Moira, Abe and Danielle then settled down for a press conference with the
assembled media. The questioning took the line of unknown thrust into the limelight
and nobody seemed to be too interested in where she came from.
We were being fed
with finger food and drinks, whilst we watched the press conference. Once it
was established her parents were here in the room, we were invited up on the
stage and had our photos taken with her. Once the fashion reporters recognised
me, some more questions started, mainly about me having a daughter, the
confirmed bachelor. I spun a tale about Danielle coming to live with me from
interstate, without trying to give too many details.
Finally we were
released from our interrogation and the media moved on to take photos of the
guests. A DJ started to play dance music, the champagne flowed and everybody
had a good time. By midnight our group were very tired and looking for bed. It
had been a big week, for everybody. There was still a few hours work tomorrow
to finish for Spencers. Two o clock we dragged ourselves in to bed, and at six
we were up again.
Everybody at the
studio was still on a high, talking about the party. Once we had everybody
sorted, Laura took me to pick up the Winnebago I had booked. With paperwork
signed I headed back to Artarmon via home.
Once everything
was sorted with Spencer’s work, we headed off with Laura following in the Golf.
Chapter Sixty One
I turned the
Winnebago into the old goods yard. Although the place looked derelict, it was
used by the film industry to build and assemble sets; a lot of the props for
the Olympic opening and closing ceremonies were built here. And in Sam’s case a
cheap music video set.
Thursday I had
had a phone conference with Jeremy and his assistant Jenny. They told us what
was expected of Danielle, which didn’t sound too technical.
The rented
Winnebago impressed Laura and Danielle. It was a twenty-eight foot C class
motor home built on an Isuzu chassis. Officially I had signed out a Winnebago
Alpine 2855. It was bigger than we really needed, but there was room to move
around and relax. If we had a long day, we could stay the night. I had put some
basic foodstuffs and appliances in the cupboards, because the way Jeremy spoke
Wednesday, this was going to be a long couple of days.
We idled down the
internal road looking for a sign of Sam’s circus. I noticed a caravan with
Jeremy’s name on the door and found a parking spot nearby. Laura, who had been
following me, parked the Golf.
There didn’t seem
to be much going on. Slipping from the driver’s seat to the ground, Danielle
joined me from the passenger side, she had on hipster jeans, a white halter
neck mid riff top and four inch white sandals, she slipped her hand in to mine.
“Nervous?”
“Yeah. A little.”
She answered.
“No need.” We
entered a big shed, after our eyes adjusted to the gloom; we could make out
some activity.
Suddenly there
was an outburst, “Cut, cut, fucking cut. For gods sake.” I heard Jeremy yell.
Two hundred yards
later we were standing at the outer circle of people watching the shoot. An
older man, turned to our approach, he smiled a smile of perfect teeth and
spoke, “G’day. You folks lost.” His accent was English but I couldn’t place
exactly where in England.
“No unfortunately
this is where we’re meant to be I think. Jeff.” I answered holding out my hand.
“This is Laura and Danielle.”
“Derek. Pleased
to meet you. Chief electrician. Well on this job, the only electrician. Grunt
here gives me a hand when I’m stuck. He’s lighting.”
I shook hands
with Grunt, he had a long beard and tattoos, I think the Harley jacket gave him
away as to his passion. “A bit of trouble by the sound of it?” I enquired.
“Been like this
for two days, better than watching the television bloopers at home, these silly
sods couldn’t organise themselves a piss up in a brewery.” Derek volunteered.
“That bad.”
“Grunt’s got
three left feet and could do better. Dinesy’s having a fit. They’re talking
about working all weekend on it now, ‘cause they’re so far behind.”
Jeremy and Jenny
came through the circle of workers, he looked up, “Thank god, Jeff, Danielle,
Laura, you’re here. Great. Come to my van and we’ll talk.”
We followed him
outside, he saw the Winnebago, “Hey, nice wheels, took my advice eh?”
“Yep. I can take
a hint.”
“That’ll make
them jealous. Everything else does.”
He led us into
his caravan and it wasn’t flash. “Sorry about this, but it’s the best Sam could
do, or so he reckons. What the hell, at least it’s got air.”
“He steal it from
some poor road repair gang?” I said looking at the dismal wood panelling and
the wheezing air conditioner.
Jeremy laughed.
Jenny found us all seats. Jeremy went serious. “Okay guys, here’s where it’s
at. These idiots can’t dance. The choreographer has been lowering the bar,
trying find something these idiots can do together all at the same time. Sam
will be in here soon, trying to get me to hurry things along. The only thing I
have left up my sleeve is to reinvent the plot of the video.”
“Like what?” I
asked.
“Well the
original plan as I told you the other night was for these blokes to dance some
tight little number while singing, flashbacks to them playing instruments,
Danielle dashing here and there, disappearing in the Benz in the middle of the
city.”
“Your new idea?”
“Basing it all
around Danielle. She’s the only thing going for these blokes.”
We all glanced at
each other. “Basing it around Danielle how?” Laura asked.
“Make her the
focus of the video.” Jeremy answered. “We’ll just have the bozos lounging
around singing here and there. They do lounging well. They also do bozo well
too.”
Laura and
Danielle giggled.
“Maybe they need
more practise.” I asked.
“Don’t start me. More
practise, they’ve been practising all week and last week. This morning was the
first day for the actual film crew, so we decided to start taping it, how many
takes Jenny?”
“Um…forty seven.”
Jenny answered consulting her pad.
“I lost count
after fifteen.” Jeremy replied.
“Derek in the
shed said it was like a blooper show.” I offered.
“Derek?… The
electrician, you were talking to him when I saw you, sorry, two Derek’s on the
job. That’s an idea sell the outtakes… Yeah… Anyway what do you think about the
other.”
“Don’t think it’s
up to me. What about the two suits.” I asked.
“Don’t start me
on those two as well.” Jeremy grimaced at the ceiling. “All Sam talks about is
how much money they’re going to rake in, and I think Sal has stopped believing
there’s going to be any money.”
“Someone say
money,” Sam said as he entered the van. “Someone must have some, who owns the
Winnie outside?”
“I’ll give you
the phone number, they might have another.” I answered.
“Hey, not before
time, you get lost or summink.”
“Yeah, summink.”
I mimicked.
He was about to
say something to Laura, but the look on her face said it all and he changed his
mind. He turned to Jeremy, “All right why are we gasbagging and not making the
video? Everyone’s here now.”
“Make it with what?”
Jeremy inquired. “You were out there this morning, you saw.”
“They’re just a
bit raw.”
“Raw…, a bit raw,
they don’t have a clue Sam. Where in the hell did get them from?”
“Auditions and
stuff.”
“The stuff bit I
believe. Look… Sam. We are in crisis here. Months of meetings up in smoke,
because these guys can’t do a simple dance routine. If they look like three bit
losers on the video, you’ll be a laughing stock.”
“You’ll have your
name on it.”
“Yeah bullshit.
No credits at the end of these babies, and I’ll just deny it.”
“Deny what?” Sal
said entering.
“Just explaining
the facts of life here to Sam.” Jeremy said rehashing the conversation to Sal.
“Okay mister
hotshot director, what’s your angle, get us out of this mess. Do you know what
those people are costing per hour out there?” Sal said.
“A fair idea. My
plan is we ditch the original script. We spend rest of the afternoon filming
them playing their instruments from different angles, different lighting and
Danielle wandering through from different stage points. They can play can’t
they?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Sure
can.” Sam piped up. Sal raised his eyes to the ceiling.
“Alright, out
with it. What should I know?” Jeremy asked.
“Nothing. They’re
fine.” Sam said.
“That’s not what
Sal’s body language just said. Sal?”
“Let’s put it
this way. As musicians alone they’re fine, as a group we spent two extra days
in the studio. The cheque book is still hurting.”
“Well we know
they’re not team players. Okay, this is not getting it done. What’s the
time?……two thirty. All right, let’s work till seven ... seven thirty. Seven
tomorrow we’ll start again and have a big day…Come Danielle, lets meet the
crew.” Jeremy swept out of the van, with us in pursuit.
He led us over to
the big shed and down to the set where everybody was milling around. He
introduced us to the film crew, Derek and Grunt we had met, but we were
reintroduced. As there were two Derek’s on the job, the Derek we had met said
he would answer to Del, to save confusion. Jeremy gave everybody the basic rundown
on what was going to happen for the next day or so. Anybody with a script was
told to throw it away; every thing was going to be done on the fly.
There was a
flurry of activity, everybody glad for something to do. Jeremy went in search
of the group. They had wandered off and nobody had seen them.
§§§
Matthew, James,
Ali and Justin wandered back to their caravan. The new Winnebago took their
eye.
“Hope that’s for
us. We deserve something better than that van of ours.” Justin thought aloud.
“I doubt it. Sam
and Sal wouldn’t splash out like that.” Matthew surmised.
“Do you think the
girl will share with us?” James asked.
“Yeah right, that
stuck up bitch, Sam’s probably hired that for her.” Ali replied.
“It’s locked.”
Justin observed trying the door.
They climbed in
to their van; it was worse than Jeremy’s.
“Can’t wait till
we get paid properly for this.” Matthew said as he plopped in to a chair.
“Not wrong, I
can’t live on the token payment we get here.” Justin said.
“At least you
have a job.” James lamented.
“Yeah big deal,
part time supermarket shelf stacker. Barely puts petrol in the car.” Justin
answered.
“Just hope Sam
comes good with our wages once the single’s released.” Matthew said.
“Wonder if we get
a early mark today?” James asked. “Anna has the shits with me, I’m never
around.”
“That would be
good, get down the pub for a beer and a game of pool.” Matthew mused.
“I doubt it, now
the girl’s turned up.” Ali said.
“How do you know
she’s turned up?” Matthew asked.
“Heard some old dudes
talking about her as we walked out.” Ali answered.
“I wouldn’t mind
a piece of that action. How old do you reckon she is? Nineteen, twenty.” Justin
mused.
“In your dreams,
you wouldn’t have enough money to make her interested.” Matthew said.
“Neither would
you.” Justin shot back.
“Yeah you’re
right. Bet she sucks great cock though.” Matthew said closing his eyes.
“You blokes are
fucking dreaming.” James said wading in to the conversation.
“You’re just
jealous because you’re under the thumb.” Ali retorted.
“You’re still
dreaming. She thinks we’re all beneath her. You saw her the other day; look who
she was with for god’s sake.” James rationalised.
“I’d even go the
one with the big tits.” Matthew replied.
“I think it’s her
mum.” James said.
“A threesome is
fine with me.” Matthew said smugly.
“You lot don’t
stand a chance, now a real man like me, has a chance.” Ali stated.
This statement
bought laughter and derision from the others.
“Hey, I’m the
man.” Ali spat, mad at the response he was getting.
“Yeah right.”
Matthew said collapsing in to laughter again.
“I’m the man.”
Justin mimicked.
“She’s mine.” Ali
said raising his voice.
“Ooooh.” The
other three said in unison.
“Earth to Ali.
Get a grip man.” James said.
Jeremy burst
through the door, “Here you are. Would you mind telling people where you are
please?” Jeremy looked at the boys, he was sick of this bunch. No respect for
anyone, if they manage to get up on top, the media were going to have a field
day with this lot, they were guaranteed to do the wrong thing at the wrong
time. Three days and the video hopefully will be in post-production and Jeremy
just couldn’t wait to be free of Sam and these boys.
“Where’s the key
to our Winnebago man?” Justin asked.
“Not yours. Now
listen up and listen fucking good.” Jeremy told them the plan. They groaned and
grizzled.
“We want a life
outside of this dump.” Matthew pouted.
“We all do. If
you blokes pulled your finger out, we’d be nearly finished. Looks like we’re
going to be here all weekend as it is.”
The grizzling
started again, “Not our fault, the girl only just showed up.” Justin
complained.
“Danielle has
nothing to do with why we are behind, it’s you lot. Seven days you’ve had
practising those dance moves and we have nothing to show for it. That’s why I
have decided to shelve that part of it. We’re starting from scratch. Get in the
shed, get ready for some bloody work.” Jeremy wheeled out the door amongst
jeering and Matthew threw a cushion at the slamming door.
“Who died and
made him boss.” Ali spat.
“Well he is the
director.” James replied.