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Clearly, there was something much bigger at play that I was naïve to. The movie—thefranchise—was obviously a hit, made evident by the millions of fans of all ages.
Well, what the hell was I waiting for? The video was an hour and forty minutes, so I knew I wouldn’t watch the whole thing, but I clicked it and I looked on with curiosity.
Remembering what it was like to have been there, the crowd erupted with cheers, applause and a whole lot of whistling. Women were standing on the plastic folding chairs, trying in vain to make their shrill racket louder than the next.
Jakewasattractive, I knew from being so close to him, though it would’ve been perfectly obvious from afar. Praising myself with a tiny pat to the shoulder, I was happy of the fact that I didn’t act in such a lecherous manner.
That’s right. I didn’t objectify him outwardly.
Nope.
I did the pee dance.
Which was so much better.
Finally, the crowd had quieted down. The emcee introduced them. “You might know them as Koil and Wingman, but put your hands together for Jake Stanley and Liam Davies!”
At first, I thought it was ridiculous to introduce them; these people knew who they were. It was like going to Disneyland and having a park employee say, “And over here we have Mickey Mouse!”
Duh.
However,Ididn’t know their character’s names, so maybe it wasn’t a horrible idea to preface.
Liam had taken a seat, causally draping an ankle over a knee, both arms splayed out across the back of the sofa.
Jake however, waved to the audience and made a little speech of appreciation.
“Wow! Look at all of you,” he marveled to the sea of thousands of adoring fans. “We wanted to say a quick thank you to all of you for spending your weekend camped out, crammed in line after line, and every other hardship you might have endured for us.”
An appreciative applause erupted. He was speaking to them, recognizing their efforts and it resonated with them.
“Neither of us—Liam nor myself,” he said, turning slightly to acknowledge his friend, “would be here if it weren’t for you. Making movies is a damn blast, but without the fans, we’d be unemployed.” He chuckled, making light of a serious point, but once again, every person in the audience hung on his every word.
Including me.
He was charismatic and confident, but the sincerity behind his sentiment was genuine. And I found it quite alluring. And the way his tee was hugging his biceps.
“How do you both feel now that you’ve wrapped on the final movie? Does it make you sad to know that you’ll never don the costumes again?” the emcee asked, using his best interview voice.
“Nah man. It’s been fun, don’t get me wrong, but we’d rather go out on a high note than drag these characters through the mud, ya know?” That was Liam. He began tossing the mic and catching it by the handle. Was he bored?
The man nodded then looked to Jake for his opinion.
“Wrapping any movie is always bittersweet. You’re with your costars and everyone behind the scenes for months and in our case, years. Being the seventh and final film, these people over the course of the ten years we’ve spent on set have become family. So, in that regard,” he paused and took a second to look out to the audience, “it’s sad. But I won’t lie…some down time sounds pretty amazing. Oh, and eating carbs again,” he joked.
Once again, Jake laughed and the interviewer used it as a segue to talk about the grueling stunts and just how involved they were.
Before I knew it, the video was wrapping up. Sometime during my viewing, I had grabbed the bottle of wine and consumed the entirety of its contents.
Jake was dreamy. He was also nice, which yes, I know he was anactorand could easily play the part, but you couldn’t fake candor as easily. At least in my opinion. The more I watched and listened, the more enamored I became.
The wine could be to blame for the heat that was slowly warming its way through my body, or it could easily be the fact that with each passing moment, I felt like a teen with headgear sneaking a Tiger Beat magazine under the covers with a flashlight.
I had forgotten about E in the next room until she came and stood behind me.
“Ugh, that’s Greg. I’m a much better emcee, don’t you think?” she asked nonchalantly.
Having been glad that I finished all of my adult juice (otherwise I’d be wearing it from being startled), I inhaled sharply, feeling pinpricks break out across my skin.
