if this will be normal and if they plan to do that when the band gets on and off any vehicle or whether it’ll happen with every building they enter too. At least I was never under the delusion that life behind the camera was glamorous. Really, it’s a huge deal that I get to ride on the private jet. The rest of the tour crew is going by commercial flight.
The jet’s laid out with couches and little tables. It’s like a very high-class RV in here. I grab a seat at the back, out of the way, and stash my purse next to me. Aidan stays with his camera crew, and I anticipate that’s how a lot of this job will be. Plenty of waiting around in between mundane errands like getting everyone coffee or clearing away groupies so the crew can get a good shot of the band entering and exiting their hotel or whatever.
The band tromps into the plane, and Ben breaks from the other two and comes to sit next to me. I lift my eyebrow and pretend to scowl at him.
“Hello to you, too,” he says.
“Yeah, yeah, what do you want?”
“Your eternal, undying love and affection.”
“Mmm... Anything else?”
He chuckles. “Soooo, how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been fine,” I say. “But listen, I won’t be in any of the shots, so you should sit farther up.” I nod in the direction of the other seats.
“So you want me to move?”
“Yes. Or else I scratch your face.” It’s the threat I always make to Jason, and I flex my fingers to show that I have the nails to do the job.
“You couldn’t afford the liability. You have any idea what this face is worth?”
“I’m what’s called judgment proof. Ask your lawyer what that means if you don’t already know.” It means I’m too poor to pay out any damages, so a court order for me to do so isn’t worth much.
He chuckles at that. “O-kay, then. Have a good flight.” He gets up and moves to a seat near Zach and Logan. I can feel Zach’s gaze on me like a hot poker, and I can’t bring myself to return it.
I get out my phone and thumb through my email. My fingers shake as I swipe them across the screen randomly, just trying to look busy. After a moment, the searing burn of his gaze lifts and I let out a sigh of relief. I still have no idea what to say or do.
Aidan parks himself next to me once we’re in the air. I look up to see if he needs anything, but his gaze is on the guys in the band, who are playing a card game while the camera crew films it. It’s not clear to me why I’m here, but perhaps this is cheaper than booking me a seat on a commercial flight, since it’s just little old me and I don’t take up much space.
Ben lays a card down and Logan gets to his feet. “No way.”
“Way.”
“You’re cheating?”
“What? No. I’m not.”
“Logan,” Zach cuts in.
“Shut up!” Logan may be Zach’s little brother, but he clearly isn’t looking for familial advice right now.
Zach holds his hands up and leans back.
“You’re cheating!” Logan snaps at Ben again. He points, his whole arm and upper body tense, his stance forward and ready to fight.
Ben gets to his feet and shoves his cousin in the chest. Logan flies back and hits the wall with a thud hard enough to make me jump and get halfway to my feet. The film crew all recoils in surprise.
Logan pushes off the wall and charges Ben, but Zach grabs his brother roughly by the shirt.
“Cool it!” Zach yells. “Stop. Both of you.”
I look at Aidan, who watches this unfold with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Is that normal?” I ask.
“I have seen tension between those two before, yes.”
“They let you film that?”
“The deal is, I film everything. That’s how I work. I figure out what stories to tell afterwards and edit accordingly. I can cut that so it plays right before a shot of them all hugging each other and getting along, for example. Show their resilience.”
“Oh. Sounds like you scored quite a contract.” I couldn’t imagine Jason ever agreeing to such
The jet’s laid out with couches and little tables. It’s like a very high-class RV in here. I grab a seat at the back, out of the way, and stash my purse next to me. Aidan stays with his camera crew, and I anticipate that’s how a lot of this job will be. Plenty of waiting around in between mundane errands like getting everyone coffee or clearing away groupies so the crew can get a good shot of the band entering and exiting their hotel or whatever.
The band tromps into the plane, and Ben breaks from the other two and comes to sit next to me. I lift my eyebrow and pretend to scowl at him.
“Hello to you, too,” he says.
“Yeah, yeah, what do you want?”
“Your eternal, undying love and affection.”
“Mmm... Anything else?”
He chuckles. “Soooo, how’ve you been?”
“I’ve been fine,” I say. “But listen, I won’t be in any of the shots, so you should sit farther up.” I nod in the direction of the other seats.
“So you want me to move?”
“Yes. Or else I scratch your face.” It’s the threat I always make to Jason, and I flex my fingers to show that I have the nails to do the job.
“You couldn’t afford the liability. You have any idea what this face is worth?”
“I’m what’s called judgment proof. Ask your lawyer what that means if you don’t already know.” It means I’m too poor to pay out any damages, so a court order for me to do so isn’t worth much.
He chuckles at that. “O-kay, then. Have a good flight.” He gets up and moves to a seat near Zach and Logan. I can feel Zach’s gaze on me like a hot poker, and I can’t bring myself to return it.
I get out my phone and thumb through my email. My fingers shake as I swipe them across the screen randomly, just trying to look busy. After a moment, the searing burn of his gaze lifts and I let out a sigh of relief. I still have no idea what to say or do.
Aidan parks himself next to me once we’re in the air. I look up to see if he needs anything, but his gaze is on the guys in the band, who are playing a card game while the camera crew films it. It’s not clear to me why I’m here, but perhaps this is cheaper than booking me a seat on a commercial flight, since it’s just little old me and I don’t take up much space.
Ben lays a card down and Logan gets to his feet. “No way.”
“Way.”
“You’re cheating?”
“What? No. I’m not.”
“Logan,” Zach cuts in.
“Shut up!” Logan may be Zach’s little brother, but he clearly isn’t looking for familial advice right now.
Zach holds his hands up and leans back.
“You’re cheating!” Logan snaps at Ben again. He points, his whole arm and upper body tense, his stance forward and ready to fight.
Ben gets to his feet and shoves his cousin in the chest. Logan flies back and hits the wall with a thud hard enough to make me jump and get halfway to my feet. The film crew all recoils in surprise.
Logan pushes off the wall and charges Ben, but Zach grabs his brother roughly by the shirt.
“Cool it!” Zach yells. “Stop. Both of you.”
I look at Aidan, who watches this unfold with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Is that normal?” I ask.
“I have seen tension between those two before, yes.”
“They let you film that?”
“The deal is, I film everything. That’s how I work. I figure out what stories to tell afterwards and edit accordingly. I can cut that so it plays right before a shot of them all hugging each other and getting along, for example. Show their resilience.”
“Oh. Sounds like you scored quite a contract.” I couldn’t imagine Jason ever agreeing to such
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