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Another heart in a different scene	By : fundamellie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Pet Shop Boys Views: 1122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Neil walked over the red carpet leading to the entrance of the spectacularly decorated ‘Odeon’ cinema on Leicester Square. Like on most such occasions he could blend in with the flow of people around him fairly easily, he was neither that famous nor that outrageous to provoke a huge interest by either the journalists or the waiting fans. And really, who in their right mind would pay too much attention to a middle aged pop singer in an Armani Suit when about a thousand screaming girls were awaiting the arrival of Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp, both starring in the
‘Pirates of the Caribbean’ which premiered tonight.
Nevertheless he heard his name being called out somewhere behind him.
“Neil! Hey, Neil, just one pic, please!”
He turned around and smiled at an old acquaintance from his journalist days.
Linda O’Connor had been starting her career just shortly before he had left Smash Hits and was now working for “Hello magazine”. They had been loosely in touch ever since and they had some sort of deal that she could take pictures of him arriving at celebrity events like gallery openings and premiers as long as she did not choose to dish the dirt on him. He waved at her and stood still so that she could take her picture and was just about to move on when he found himself surrounded by a pair of arms. The embrace was rather stormy and Neil wondered if he had been confused with someone else. As this came as a total surprise and a mild shock, too, it took his brain a few seconds to take in what was really happening. Then he realised that a tangle of blond hair was brushing against his face, that the seemingly tiny hands of a woman were linked behind his neck and that a soft mouth was kissing his cheeks, no doubt leaving lipstick marks all over. He was just trying to figure out a polite way of getting rid off that over enthusiastic person when she stepped back slightly and he could for the first time see her face.
“Rebecca!” he exclaimed. “What on earth are you doing here?”
“Yes, nice to see you, too, Mr. Tennant!” The young woman replied, smiling at him.
“No, I didn’t mean it; of course I’m glad to see you. I just didn’t expect you here.
I thought you were still in the USA.”
“I was. Freshly returned to London for good only a couple of days ago. I’ve been meaning to call you but I was busy getting settled.”
“Never mind,” Neil smiled warmly at her and hugged her tight, kissing her fleetingly on both cheeks and her forehead. She giggled; he had done that in former times when she’d been a teenager and he had been visiting her mother and she liked the fact that he was still doing it now.
“You must tell me everything; I haven’t seen you in absolute ages!”
“Three years,” she agreed.
He regarded her for a moment, thinking how much she seemed to have grown up in those three years. She was a woman now, not just a girl. A real lady that was, in her extravagant dress that was the colour of dried pink rose-petals and left her shoulders bare. In fact it seemed to leave most of her back bare as well, Neil realised suddenly as he held her for another moment. She wore a small silver band around her neck which was studded with glittering stones, whether fake or real he was unable to tell. Her honey-blond hair had been piled up on her head but tiny wisps of hair were escaping the skilful arrangement and fell on her shoulders. This along with her broad smile which had never failed to create the cutest dimples on her cheeks, made her look almost the girl he used to know. When she stepped back, he offered her his arm in a half-formal gesture and she took it, smiling brightly once again. They walked down the red carpet together and waited in line to be admitted in by the security men checking the guest-lists.
“We gave your journalist friend a nice opportunity to take some pictures,” Rebecca giggled. “I mean, the only other female person who usually shows up on such occasions with you is Janet and I doubt that she throws herself at you like that.”
Neil chuckled and replied: “Not exactly, no, but it’s a treatment I could get used to. Were you meeting anybody here or will you honour me with your company tonight?”
“Charmer! No, I wasn’t meeting anybody. Mother just arranged for me to come here and kind of announce that I’m back,” she explained. “And yes, I let you be my prince charming for the night, even though you didn’t exactly arrive in shining armour.”
“Oh dear! Disappointed, love?” He looked down at her with fake regret.
She laughed again. “In you? Never! Don’t you know? You were the hero of my teenage years!”
Neil turned his head away from her, glad of the interruption by the security guy.
He showed him his invitation and shook his head slightly.
“Damn,” he thought. “She’s back for three minutes and she already managed to make me blush. The little devil!”
They made their way inside and somehow managed to swap seats so they could sit together. Neil didn’t even realise that he held Rebecca’s hand for most of the film and she was not going to point it out to him. She was enjoying herself too much to ruin everything by being realistic.
After the screening and after the applause had died down and the actors had disappeared they both attended the `Pirates of the Caribbean’ party which was held in a hotel nearby.
“Wasn’t Johnny just drop-dead gorgeous?” Rebecca asked him with a wicked little smile when they stood together near the bar, sipping champagne.
“What? Johnny Depp?” Neil shot her a horrified look. “Not in a million years. If it had to be one of those guys, I would pick Orlando but even he wouldn’t be a dream come true. Mind you, Ian was very fond of him when they were doing ‘Lord of the rings’ together.”
She sighed. “Maybe you’re just too spoiled. You always get those hunks anyway; you don’t have to dream of straight actors!”
“Always? Well, the last hunk I remember was Tom and that was some time ago.”
“Oh, come on! Your last one wasn’t an ugly duckling either, judging by the photo you’ve send. By the way: Was that really such a catastrophe?”
Neil almost choked on his champagne and coughed. He blinked, suddenly irritated.
“Yes, it was quite a bit of a catastrophe. At least for me but I would be very grateful if we could talk about something else.”
She nodded, noticing the hurt showing briefly in her companion’s eyes.
He forced a smile and shrugged his shoulders. “So I take it you listened to the album?”
“Yes!” she beamed. “Listened to it and even bought it. Being in America, listening to your voice made me think of home.”
“Good girl!” Neil grinned. “Helping to save the music industry.”
“Fool!” She hit him lightly with her handbag and he laughed. God, he hadn’t even realised how much he had missed her.
A waiter took their by now empty glasses and she took his arm again.
“Let’s see if we find somebody who remembers me.”
“Who would forget something as lovely as you?” Neil teased and kissed her cheek before he moved through the crowd with Rebecca by his side.
They did not get very far as she suddenly threw her arms around him once again.
“Oh please, you must dance with me! That’s one of my favourite songs. Ever!”
She looked like a little girl again, like his little teenage princes; her hands on his shoulders, her mouth close to his ear and her weight resting on one foot, the other heel thrown halfway up into the air, positively beaming at him.
“I can’t dance,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“Don’t be a killjoy, Neil! I can’t dance either. Just sway with me. You know, like school-dances.”
He sighed; it had always been hard to not obey her when she pleaded with him like that. He put his arms loosely around her hips, resting his hands in the small of her back. She kept her arms around his neck and smiled. He was rewarded with another of her quick kisses on his cheek. At little self-consciously he tried to get into the rhythm and found it was best to just follow her lead. She didn’t move from the spot, she really just swayed and moved a little closer to him, putting her head down on his shoulder. It made him smile again; she was just too cute.
“Since when are you a fan of Dean Martin?” he asked, having listened to the
old-fashioned song for about half a minute.
“Dad always played his records to me when I was little. Real scratchy vinyl.
Dean Martin and Frankie-Boy Sinatra and the Rat Pack and Judy Garland. I always loved ‘I’ll be seeing you.’” She told him in a dreamy voice.
He kissed her on her hair and let her stay that way, holding her close, feeling her warm body against him, her warm skin underneath his hands as he lazily caressed her back. Then suddenly he felt all strange; he felt the soft pressure of her breasts against his chest and he realised with a shock that his body was reacting to that.
He felt that strange hyper-sensitive tingling of his skin which always occurred when he was getting… What? Severely attracted to the girl in his arms?
“Oh good God, now pray that she doesn’t realise that you are about to get a
hard-on,” he thought, now angry with himself. He broke the embrace and ended their little dance.
“What’s up?” Rebecca demanded as he turned to walk away from her.
“Just going to the rest-room,” he muttered. “I’ll be right back with you.”
Rebecca stood amidst the crowd, gazing at his back in confusion. What was this about; she wondered but could not come up with anything that could have upset Neil. She shrugged her shoulders. Guys! She would properly never understand them.
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