The songs for this chapter haven't been picked yet. I'll let you know just as soon as I get that figured out.
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Apparently, the US Weekly article had sparked a frenzy, and everyone -- EVERYONE -- was vying for that next, new picture of Mr. Dean and myself. Though I denied the allegations repeatedly, the media assumed we were handling our affair the way rich people normally did -- with secrecy at first, the thrill still too new to share with the world, and then with glamor, the overwhelming pressure of prying eyes becoming too much to keep a it a secret any longer. The press was jumping at the chance to be that first publication to break the news, that first mouse with the biggest cheese.
It was a shame they'd never find anything to break.
They had the wrong guy.
Jenks, Scotty, Alice and I pushed our way through the crowd as the photographers spat absurd questions at me, shouting at the top of their lungs to be heard.
"Where's William tonight?"
"Will you be seeing him later?"
"How long have you two been seeing each other?"
"When's the wedding?"
"Will the two companies merge?"
All of which I shrugged off. I'd answer no questions whatsoever.
FLASH!
FLASH!
FLASH!
Each blinding surge of light pointed right at me made it incredibly difficult to walk, and even harder to concentrate. Who was asking what? Who do I answer? It all seemed to blend together. That was until I heard a deep grumble emanate from the back of the crowd.
"We've got the wrong guy, don't we Ms. Swan? Her sights are a little further from home," the voice said.
I almost stopped dead in my tracks, and would have had Alice not grabbed on to the back of my arm and pushed me ahead with her. I wasn't entirely sure if she heard it as well, but it didn't seem to matter. No one in the crowd cared, or at least, no one was willing to continue questioning his change in direction. Once inside security at the Hilton, I was able to make out the face way at the back, the one that most likely knew my secret.
And I immediately recognized him.
Eleazar Michael -- the most notable paparazzi in the game these days. He goes where the story goes. He follows his prey, stalks it until he gets that one shaming shot.
Britney Spear's crotch? That was Eleazar.
Paris Hilton's sex tape? That was Eleazar.
And he was good at what he did because he was relentless.
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So?? What'd ya think? Are you excited yet?
Cuz...
I AM!!
So, I'm going to retreat into radio silence and keep writing. LOST TONIGHT AT NINE! BE THERE!!
