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Post by Devyn on Jan 15, 2008 18:01:52 GMT
Kyra Gates, or as she was much better known to her fans as Ophelia, stood at the window of the four-star hotel suite she was sharing with her band for the next two weeks as they prepared for their blow-out concert at halftime for Superbowl Sunday. She'd barely agreed to fo it, but the money was insatiable and she couldn't deny her fans the chance to see them. Not to mention the Superbowl was the most watched thing on tv for three hours and the more attention, the higher they climbed.
She turned around from the window, glancing at whomever else was in the room at the time. She had an interview soon with one of the men for some newspaper. But she'd become accustomed to interviewing in the last three years of their rising fame.
"Practice tonight at eight o'clock."
She announced to the room finally after she'd been debating when she'd get back from interviewing.
"At the studio and don't be late guys."
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Post by bella77 on Jan 15, 2008 18:14:26 GMT
Charlie sat forward from his slouched over position in the tan reclyning chair. "You off to your interview?" He said casually, making no attempt to actually get up. He took a drink from his jamacian imported beer.
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Post by Devyn on Jan 15, 2008 18:18:57 GMT
Kyra glanced at Charlie and nodded a bit, "In a little bit. Why? You want to come or something?" She didn't particularly like interviews and anyone that would come with would be better.
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Post by bella77 on Jan 15, 2008 18:22:52 GMT
Charlie cringed slightly, and took another drink from his beer. He hadn't wanted to go, but he couldn't very well say no to Kyra. He smirked then pulled himself to a standing position, "You never have liked interviews have ya, Ky." He said, calling her by the name he'd called her since they'd met.
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Post by Devyn on Jan 15, 2008 18:27:00 GMT
"Why ask the question you already know the answer to?" Kyra smirked slightly, "So, you'll come then. They'd like you to come no doubt, Charlie. You entertain with more wit than I do."
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Post by Daz on Jan 15, 2008 18:29:02 GMT
I'm sitting in the corner of the room, reading a magazine... Well I was reading it, now I'm just peering over the top of the pages, listening to their conversation.
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Post by bella77 on Jan 15, 2008 18:40:17 GMT
Charlie smirked, "Of course I'll come, Ky." He sat the nearly empty beer down on a table and walked closer to Kyra.
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Post by Devyn on Jan 15, 2008 18:42:57 GMT
Kyra raised a brow, "Well now, don't come if you're drunk."
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Post by bella77 on Jan 15, 2008 18:47:56 GMT
"No need to worry. That's my first one...." He looked down at the beer then back up at Kyra, "Atleast in the past sixty minutes. " He joked. In reality He was sober. Charlie would usually stay sober if they had a gig coming up. He knew his limits of course, and he'd never jeapordize the band or any of it's members.
"No, really, don't worry, Kyra. I'm perfectly sober. I'd show ya by walkin a straight line for ya, but seein' as how I couldn't ever walk a straight line, sober or not, that wouldn't really prove much to you." Charlie usually noticed things, but he had yet to take notice to their easedropper, as of yet.
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Post by Devyn on Jan 15, 2008 18:50:15 GMT
Kyra smirked, always one to give into his silly antics if she was in a good mood and now one had managed to put her in a foul one yet.
"Fine, you can't come, Charlie."
She glanced at the clock on the dresser.
"We should be on our way quite soon."
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