Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I don’t own a cat, but I thought the picture of this one was cute, but then the dark hole of my mind opened up and sucked me in, and I realized that me choosing a picture of a cat to put on my lockscreen was potentially a bad omen. There is a good chance that I will more than likely turn into that person: the cat lady. The very single cat lady who sits at home and vacillates from cat video to K-pop group videos… eating ice-cream and ramen.
All alone.
The thought is indeed chilling. More than chilling, it’s frightening because it kind of feels like I’m not far from that place considering I spent over three hours stalking.
I’m officially the groupie I used to judge—just put me in all the merchandise, grab me one of the cute SWT bears, I’ll paint a poster, add glitter, and change all of my sheets to SWT colors. I might as well own it. That’s officially who I’ve become.
I’m sure my brother would be proud.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I walk into Simon. My flailing hands are clutching an open coffee mug, and it spills onto my white shirt.
I’m officially winning.
I close my eyes for a minute and take a deep breath and try to get a grip. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
He taps my shoulder with what I’m assuming is part of the script.
“No problem, if you need to go back and change, we can delay a bit. I just need legal to go over an addition to filming. I’m sure we’re within our boundaries of what’s written in the contract but because we might be putting them in danger—”
“I’m sorry, what?”
He laughs. I’m instantly annoyed that he thinks that’s funny and not a huge headache for not only me but also the crew and the rest of the cast. “We made two additions for filming locations and challenges based off the guys’ biggest fears. I think they’ll be fine.”
I almost say what again.
Their biggest fears? Danger? Has he lost his mind?
He grins. “Anyway, today we’re headed to the haunted school.”
I can’t say that I’m surprised. This is typical. What K-pop group or show hasn’t attempted to give their talent a heart attack at the haunted school? I mean, you’d think it would get old, but then no one can really ever resist watching ghosts—or hoping for a sight of one. I mean, I’m even a sucker for it. Whenever the Kevin Hart in a haunted house with Jimmy Fallon pops up on social, I still take time to watch it, and I’ve seen it four hundred times, so I get the draw and why they want to scare everyone, but I also wonder how that’s going to work with the girls.
I shake my head. “So we’re just shifting locations or are you worried about their mental and physical health?”
Simon rocks back on his heels. “We’re just wanting to make sure that if anything happens, a force majeure’s clearly already included and we don’t see any issues with that, but we need to make sure that the contract everyone signed covers us from any medical issues brought on by severe fear, shock, or trauma.”
Severe fear, shock, or trauma? This sounds more than just the guys visiting a haunted school.
What? “Okay.” I need to process. “Well, what they signed basically says you aren’t liable for anything that happens on set as long as you have the proper safety in place so—”
“Perfect!” He looks ready to jump up and down. “Knew I could trust you to have that contract memorized. You seem like the type.”
“The type?” I feel like I should be offended right now.
“Yes,” he says with a fake laugh that I think I’m going to hate by the end of this nightmare shoot. “You know what I mean.”
“No,” I shake my head. “I don’t.”
“You carry that look of responsibility… you know, not very creative, but type A, always dotting your I’s and crossing your t’s. I’m pretty sure you take your job way too seriously. I’d bet you don’t get out enough and let your hair down and just have fun. You probably live for your job.”
Wow.
I mean… just wow.
I wish I could tell him that one of the reasons my job is so appealing is because the guy I’m secretly obsessed with happens to be the Maknae of the band… now, I think that would surprise the heck out of him.
Not so type A anymore, am I, Simon?
When I don’t answer, he continues on.
“All right, the girls are already eating breakfast and I have the guys getting dressed in their costumes.” He starts walking away. “So we’ll be ready to go soon.”
“Costumes?”
My head is spinning with all this new information. I look down at my shirt and wish I didn’t spill most of my coffee because I need caffeine now more than anything.