Being a Star (Isn't Easy)
Chapter Three
The driver led them up to the front door, where they were met by a dark-haired
young man. "You can just sit their bags right here by the door, they will be
taken care of," the young man said.
Milo nodded, stepping inside, and placed the bags on the floor. "Thanks, Milo."
"No problem," Milo said with a smile, before heading back out to move the limo.
"C'mon in," the young man said as he stepped aside to let them pass. After he
shut the door, he introduced himself. "I'm John Dunne, but everyone calls me
J.D."
Chris shook his hand and said, "I'm Chris Larabee."
The other three also introduced themselves, while shaking J.D.'s hand. "Vin
Tanner."
"Buck Wilmington."
"Nathan Jackson. What do you do here?"
"Personal assistant," J.D. said with a touch of pride in his voice. Nathan just
stared at him as he continued, "Ezra's down in the studio with Josiah, if y'all
wanna follow me."
"He lets you call him Ezra?" Nathan asked, all but sneering, after they had
started walking towards the stairs.
J.D. stopped walking and turned around to face Nathan and the other three men.
"Yes, he does. He respects us and we respect him. We're like a family." J.D.
paused for a moment, then continued, "If I were you, I'd drop the attitude,
Mister Jackson."
Nathan seemed shocked at J.D.'s words as he, also, received glares from the
other three men. A few minutes later, J.D. led them to a closed door, noticing
that the red light wasn't on. 'Good, he's not working,' J.D. thought. Before he
could raise his hand to knock, Chris opened the door.
'Impatient as always,' Vin thought as men looked at them.
"Sorry, Ez, I didn't have time to stop them," J.D. explained as they all walked
into the recording studio.
"It's alright, J.D.," Ezra said as he stood up. Looking at the blond-headed,
green-eyed, man, he started, "Mister...?"
"Larabee," Chris offered.
"Well, Mister Larabee, you four may be my new bodyguards, but I don't appreciate
you barging into my recording studio. Any time I'm behind closed doors, you
knock unless it's an extreme emergency. Everyone has to knock, I cannot abide
poor manners. Besides, I could've been working."
Chris had the decency to look slightly abashed, "I am sorry about that Mister
Standish."
"It's alright, this time," Ezra replied with a dimpled smile. "And, call me
Ezra."
"Alright, Ezra, call me Chris."
Ezra nodded, looking at the next man, his breath almost catching in his throat.
The man was absolutely beautiful, with his striking blue eyes and coffee-colored
hair that hung to his shoulders in curls. "Vin Tanner, you can call me Vin."
Ezra shook the offered hand, with a smile. Internally shaking his head, he faced
the next man. "Buck Wilmington."
"Do you prefer me using your first name or last?"
"Buck's fine," Buck said with humor-sparkling eyes. Ezra had to admit that Buck
was sort of handsome, in a roguish way, with his dark hair and mustache.
He faced the last man, an African-American man with dark eyes and dark hair. He
didn't look too happy. "Nathan Jackson. And, before you ask, you can call me
Mister Jackson."
Ezra's eyebrow rose, noticing that all eyes were fixed on him and Nathan. "If
that's what ya want, fine," Ezra replied, noticing that Nathan hadn't offered
him a hand to shake. 'This should be fun!' Ezra thought.