A News Reporter

" A suicide bomber dressed in school uniform attacks an army facility in Pakistan, killing at least 31 people and injuring others, officials say."
"CUT!!!!" the director shouted, across the studio crowded by team of the channel, lined by Flash lights, Mics and Video cameras; the usual things that you find in ordinary news channel studio. The room included the staffs of the LA news, the channel where I work for over 4 months. I am leona anderson, 21 years old graduate from the city of angels as the people call, Los Angeles. I was interested in journalism and since then I decided to follow my father's dream and yeah..the director that just shouted out the same word 7 times in a row this morning and made my morning perfect is my dad, Richard Anderson, a fun loving and hypothetical person and my only parent since I was 5.
“what did i do wrong now?” I rolled my eyes, as I walked up to him.as I was about to put my hands on my hips in frustration, my stylist hissed and told me not ruin my suit.
“stace. Don’t ruin your suit!! Darling, here lemme put some more makeup patch on you, you look pale” she said. I sighed really hating my choice for joining dad in his channel and not being able to explore anything, good! My dad never wanted me to be the one running in the crowds, crushed by other journalists kind of a person. He wanted me to be in a studio, sit through the interviews and read out the headlines and host over some celebrities.
“Can you stop showing that attitude, lady!?” he said calmly, as I refused the greasy chemical that my stylist was about to apply.
“Dad, when is the next take?”
“ in the evening, around 4” he said.
Well since when did I get a chance to refuse my boss, my dad. And when was the last time I took a weekend off to just relax and not write my scripts and headlines? I stifled, as my cellphone rang out with a really embarrassing baby laughing auto-tune as the ringtone. With a red face I searched over my pockets, my dad was looking at me and so as the other channel staffs with a grin.
“better be a worth one” I muttered, as my stylist laughed at the back at my choice of ringtones.
I ran out in the hallway of the office and groaned at the name that flashed.
“what..you know that I am busy, right?” I sighed.
“OMG!!! shut up….you know they are back!!” my best and hyper friend squealed like a chicken on the other side
“now who??” I sighed again. Whenever she screamed ‘their back’ its foreshadow to my next stressful interview.
she sang,“TOKIO”
“hotel?” I ended, sighing again. My face frowned more than ever. FISHH!! More work…why cant they just leave the news channels alone forawhile ( ok I do agree the channels are more desperate about knowing their lifeplans). Even though this will be my first interview with them, but I have heard many people whine about the work they get when the boys come to the town. The four boys can be so hectic.
“eeehhhh!!!” she squealed
“uhhh!!” I groaned.
“isn’t that great…you better tell me when they are coming to your studio…I wanna meet them” she must be jumping, because I just heard the thumping sound from her side.
“yeah…only if you don’t interrupt my interviews for your dumb autographs and photo sessions”
“well…duh..its not like your dad will let me even be in the studio before i do that”
“then why are you asking?”
“well, because I know you can help me get in there without even bothering about your father?” she was probably grinning like a DEVIL.
“who told you that..?” I asked. My monotone attitude never had any effect on her…she is made of Teflon, I think!!
“cummmonn stace! you know i love those guys!!” she begged
“ok fine come…but dare you do any stupid thing when I am inter..” she interrupted “yes! I will jump out of the window of the studio happily!! Agreed.." she promised. Who knows how many crosses she had made with her fingers, her promises are really not worth it!

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I ended the call and looked at my watch, 12:00 am. I took my handbag and went out of the studio. It was a sunny day, which was one good thing out of all the bad things that just happened to me throughout the day, and will happen later on, I could see. I took my sunglasses out and put it on and walked to a café next to the studio. I often go there, since it is close to my second home.
“hello Leona darling!!” the owner of the café, Christos stood up and hugged me. He’s 55 year old man, a good friend of my father. Dad told me that he is his childhood friend and had helped him a lot with the channel. When my mom died it was him who took care of me when my dad had to work night and day to run his small newspaper company. I am glad how Christos still takes care of me, like his real daughter. He never married in his life, though dad always urges him to go for it. He ignores it by saying; he needs to have me married first, which is sort of ridiculous.

“how are you uncle?” I smiled and sat beside his table.
“ I am good sweety, you look tired today, don’t you?”
“yeah, another hour of interview coming up” I sighed, grabbing the cup of café latte that the waiter had already placed on the table
"I know dear, you have been loaded up with work. I know why, that brat never did lets one without unnecessary burdens (referring to my dad), what he thinks you are? I was glad that there was someone who still sided me other than my father.
“oh I think he really wants to have a talk you” I told him, grinning to myself.

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Tom’s POV
“Don’t take forever Bill” I reminded him, as he went for the restroom of the airport in Los Angeles. It sure was a long journey from Toronto to LA. It was hell tiring, but we got used to it. For awhile the band is at a split, since Gustav needs to be with his Grandmother and George had to be with his girlfriend. I don’t really mind about them staying away from us for a while, as long as we are in touch on phones. But it was a huge issue for Bill, about a month ago, when we had to agree with giving the band a break. Bill is really emotional in letting people go. It really got him into a serious depression from then. Bill, you see, was sentimental to Tokio hotel, more than any of us.
And here I am, in Los Angeles, guessing this to be my new home, since I want to take up a modeling career, along with Bill. Germany is still my real home, our real home.
“ lets go” bill came out of the boys rest room and took hold of his hand luggage that i was holding on to.

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I looked out of the window of my limo, which will take us to our hotel. I was sleepy but decided to save the sleep for later on. I looked at bill, still deep and low in thoughts since the splitting of the band. He caught me staring at me and smiled.
“what” he asked in low voice,
“you ‘re sad” I stated it, more than inquiring it. He sighed to himself but did not answer my question, which was enough for me to understand.
As we reached to the hotel we were greeted in a usual way; screaming and roaring fans and mind rupturing paparazzi. I looked at the direction and smiled in my own way, which usually made all the fans scream more than usual, and No, I am not bragging, since I got used to it pretty much. Bill and I wanted a normal life, like Gustav and George.

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“you have an interview around 8 pm” david jost, our producer, informed us, over the phone about our new schedule.
“can’t we give it a break of a day dave” Bill groaned from the back, looking as pale as me. We are twins for something similar!
“no bill, the schedule is planned. Come on guys, its only one for half an hour, there is nothing else planned for tomorrow or the day after”
“well ok…I mean that would do” I agreed, my brother looking at me as if he would puke if he go, but I did not care. I am not the kind of person who would groan or complain too much, unlike him.
“well good.” Jost sounded relieved
“can I not come?” my brother asked, looking more sick and pale. Concerned me, I got a bit worried now.
“it’s ok Dave I think I can handle this one. We had lots in here anyways. Nothing really changed over 2 years” I reasoned, trying to pull Bill off the tension. Bill sighed in relief.
“so where is the interview again?” I asked David, who was still on the line.
“hmm…wait…lemme have a look at, yeah it’s the ”
“…it’s at studio of the LA news channel” he responded.
“ok, that sounded so exciting” i probably lied!

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