"I love to read the online entertainment sections in the countries we travel to for shows, I like to know what the public are enjoying, which artists are topping the charts and so on. I think keeping up to date with worldwide trends helps us to make better music, keeping up with the latest breakout artists, musicians, songwriters, producers and all their latest works.
I remember reading this great piece around 2 years ago about blackmail and blackballing, then a follow up story about the existence of bribery and a casting couch culture in the music industry. That was the first time I ever heard your name. You had written both stories. I was impressed, so I subscribed to your outlet and set an alert on your name so I could read all your work every time you published something.
I can feel your enthusiasm for what you do, the lengths you go to to ensure all your sources are reliable is admirable, and your use of language is inspiring. As a songwriter I love words, and yours always bring vivid images to my mind, they are always so well chosen and powerful. They make me feel emotions I've rarely felt, and your view of the entertainment industry is inciteful, exciting and often bold. I admired you. I STILL admire you!"
I'm dumbstruck that he has been following my work for 2 years. He's world famous, I only write and present for a regional UK media outlet, it seems crazy to me. WAIT! He just said he admires me! That's insane, utterly surprising, and really very satisfying, but it still doesn't tell me anything about this whole situation. As I'm about to ask a question he continues....
"Last January while we were flying to the UK to perform at an awards show Noah was reading something that had him looking a little hot under the collar. I asked him what had him in such a twist and he sent me a link to a writing platform, saying just two words..... 'read it'.
I had nothing else to do so opened the link and began reading the story. I'll never forget that first paragraph... I was hooked immediately"
....I have a terrible feeling I know where this is going and my face starts to heat up. I am begging the lord of all that is good to make me wrong, I don't want to hear him say it, not really! Not now, and like this. Do I?
Thinking about it, this might be my only opportunity to hear that devilishly gruff timbre utter THAT sentence to me. I steel myself, taking a deep and steadying breath as I wait for him to continue, which he does without hesitation... his seductive gravelly voice quoting the opening paragraphs of my book word for word!
****"'Please fuck me Daddy' she begged huskily into my ear as we sat side by side on the couch, her right hand working it's way slowly up my thigh to my crotch.
This woman is unashamedly sexy, strong, forward and smart. We are in the middle of our third day of guest presenting the most watched live daytime television show in Britain and thankfully we are currently off air for an ad break. The producer gives us a 30 second warning as our make up artists finish their touch ups and retreat back to the shadows behind the cameras. I turn to her and smile my most dazzling and lust filled grin, trailing my index finger southward from her shoulder as I close the gap between us, her mouth slightly open, eyes closed, her breath shallow and quickened.
'TEN SECONDS' calls the producer, her voice full of alarm seeing the sparks between us through the lens.
I remove my finger from its position on her now extremely erect nipple and lick her lower lip telling her, 'Sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll be lucky not to pass out'. The panicky producer calls out 'FIVE SECONDS'. The impossibly alluring woman beside me exhales a ragged and husky moan beside me and squeezes my groin. I tell her 'this cock will be filling you in....' 3,2..... silence. The green light on the autocue is now lit. We are back on air!" ***
Yanni sits quietly for a few seconds after his rendition before saying,
"It was so fucking hot! I swear, I have never had such a strong physical reaction by just reading a few lines of a story. Noah was pissing himself laughing and said that he knew I'd love it, then made an over exaggerated nod at my lap, and my, erm... obvious predicament"
I laugh at that, I can't imagine him being bashful about a hard on, not after seeing how close these 5 guys are, or after that afternoon we spent on the couch only a few days ago, then I remember, it was MY first ever fan fiction that had put him into that condition, and the fact he has just recited it back to me tells me that it really did leave an impression on him.
Picking up a slice of pizza Yanni is about to speak again, but Vinni and Laura re-enter the room and he stops himself. Vinni has a tea towel pressed against the right side his face, presumably filled with frozen peas or ice to help alleviate any discomfort and reduce swelling. I notice that Laura is holding his left hand in hers and my eyes shoot up to hers. Oh no, don't tell me she's been charmed by that douchebag in less than ten minutes! Christ!
I'm not sure whether I'm happy or horrified by her next comment, which leaves me in no doubt that she has NOT completely lost her mind, she isn't impressed by his attitude either. What she actually tells us is that she is taking Vinni to the hospital to have his eye checked as it is swollen shut and appears to be bleeding. She grits her teeth as she tells us that once he has been seen to she will have to take him to the police station, so he can make his statement.
Statement?
"What statement Vinni?" I ask sharply
"The one I make when I report your arse for assaulting me, and any other charges that my lawyer can come up with. Probably GBH, ABH, something like that. We'll see.
It'll be exciting to find out won't it? Hey! It looks like I will get my day in court with you after all doesn't it!" he exclaims.
"You are going to have nothing left, I'm taking it all" he continues with icy malice in his tone.
"NO YOU'RE FUCKING NOT MAKING A COMPLAINT TO THE POLICE!" Yanni screams, as he leaps from the sofa and launches himself at his twin, Laura placing herself fearlessly in front of Vinni causing Yanni to come to an abrupt halt.
She warns him that she is a police officer and is duty bound to arrest anyone committing a violent crime in front of her. He immediately understands her warning, and thanks her for it.
"Vinni, why? Why are you so mean to her? Tell me.... please! You know I like her, why are you trying to make her hate me by being a total prick whenever you are in her presence" Yanni asks, stepping away from his sibling.
"She doesn't care about you Yanni! I can see that you like her, I recognise the signs, it was the same with Lola. You sadly have a terrible track record when it comes to choosing women, the last one was a manipulative and selfish slut who only wanted you for your name, your status, money and fame. She revelled in all that you could give her, and also in the envy of others she received because she had you, a member of 5EX, internationally famous and rich, at her beck and call. She had something millions of others wanted..... you, wrapped around her little finger and wrapped up in her bed sheets.
She lived for that power and status, the lifestyle it afforded her, but she never loved you, she made you look like a fool! Everyone knew she was bad news except you! You never would see it, no matter how blatant she was. She tried it on with all of us you know, making it clear she was up for it with any of us. You know she was screwing Mrs T's son Ben the whole time you two were together right!?"
he screams, a maniacal and strangled giggle leaving his mouth.
He is absolutely, terrifyingly crazy!
I've been watching Yanni while Vinni has been ranting, his face falling further with every poisonous word his brother vomits up!
He looks utterly destroyed, betrayed, shocked..... and hurt! He says nothing, instead glancing down at his hands and sighing heavily, then hangs his head, his shoulders beginning to shake. Is he crying?! Just as I move to console him in his distress a strange rhythmic wheezing sound emanates from his throat, almost like a hyena having its windpipe crushed, or maybe what a bagpipe being run over by a tank would sound like?
He is laughing like a demon .... it is a truly terrifying sound but the glint in his eyes as he looks upon his brother is malevolent. Yanni is pissed at his brother, without a doubt!
I'm scared!