first day on the job?

Cecil Grey Lovette was an international celebrity. And as a big, international celebrity, he got a lot of perks — bigger pays, bigger jobs, expensive presents and loving fans all over the globe. Of course, what few people knew was that it wasn't all that glamorous. Fame came at a heavy price. There were stalkers and haters aplenty, to the point that some wanted to hurt him, and he essentially gave up his own personal privacy.

Case in point: Cecil Grey Lovette, walking alone in the LuxTV station, sipping his coffee and checking his phone e-mail. At a distance, the ominous sound of footsteps and chattering like an approaching enemy army. Cecil, defenseless, chose the fleeing option, not knowing that he was trapped. He walked back where he came from...

...only to be greeted by a crowd of fangirls.

"Is that Cecil Lovette!?!?"

It happened so quick. The next thing he knew, he was surrounded. The coffee would've spilled if it wasn't snatched so abruptly from his hand to be sold, as he supposed, on eBay for $200. Cecil's smile said "I love all my fans!" while his eyes screamed "help me." He scanned the area for any of the station guards. Where were those slobs?


@Aedan Drago

When the mob was divided, Cecil sighed in relief and made his way through it. He, of course, smiled and waved at them as he went, but he was just glad it was done and over with. He went inside a studio. It wasn't exactly empty; people were setting up for the next show, so casuals and tour groups weren't allowed in.

Cecil peeked out of the door to check if the guard who saved his ass was around. When he caught sight of him, he beckoned him inside.

"Hey, you. You really saved me back there." He checked the nametag, smiling. "Drago, huh? I've never seen you around here before. First day at the job?"

Cecil laughed, a little nervously. "Yeah, I'm alright. I've been in the business a long time. I know how to talk to fans, but that doesn't mean it doesn't get bloody tiring especially when I'm on my coffee break."

He nodded in agreement. Truth be told, he was getting nervous around the guy. His gut was saying that Drago was being polite through his teeth, and he had a very low opinion of him even though he was known for treating everyone with the utmost respect and kindness. Jesus. What did he do wrong? He hoped he could win over him sometime. He didn't like being negatively judged right off the bat because of his fame.

"You're right. There usually is, but recently there have been budget cuts to pour employee money to new actors and such. I think the head of employee management changed, too, so I didn't even realize we were doing tour groups this early! They're usually around noon at the very least." He offered a handshake, charming celebrity smile on his face. "Cecil Grey Lovette. It's good to meet you. What are your usual routes at the station? Do you know?"

"That sounds... odd." Cecil hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "Hey, it's good to meet you. I have a few couple hours before filming of my show starts. Let's go talk to your boss about it, get things cleared up."

Actors working with the crew this closely wasn't really the standard, but when Cecil found a problem, he wanted to go solve it. He gestured for Aedan to follow him to the elevator. The upper floors should have answers.

"You know, technically, this station's going to be mine when my dad passes away. Management's not going to say no to me." He nodded, determined. He smiled at Aedan. "You new at the island?"

"Ahh. Well, I'm glad you're making a good use of your time here. You look young. High school? College? Either way, jobs are a good way of discovering what you want to do in the future, right?" He nodded. The elevator made a ding noise. Cecil stepped out, ready to open the door. After some consideration, he realized administration wouldn't appreciate him bring in a casual, so he told Aedan to "wait here."

Cecil stepped in. What followed was a lengthy conversation with his dad, his dad's hot secretary, and administration about budget cuts, not hiring more guards, cost effectiveness, blah blah. He didn't get much of a say, but he walked out to Aedan, slight befuddlement in his face, and said, "Well... uh. You're my bodyguard in the station now, if that's something you want. Your chief could fill you in on more details."