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Melissa.  I’ve seen you.  I’ve seen you and your little hairbrush and your Maybelline eyeliner and your Revlon lipstick.  Speaking of, why do you use two different brands?”
    “I think the real question is why d o yo u know which brands I use?  I don’t even think I knew that.”
    “Because infidelity i s wron g , Melissa. It’s just plai n wron g .”  Of all the guys, Jesse is the only one who calls me Melissa.  I don’t know why.  Maybe that’s how I introduced myself to him.  Everyone else just calls me Mel.    
    “Glad to hear you say that, Jesse.  Do you have anything else you’d like to share with the fans?”
    He stares straight into the camera.  “I love you.  Desperately.  Passionately.”
    “Almost as much as he loves himself,” I quip.
    “That’s it.  You’re gone.  Out,” he orders.    
    I wander a bit further.  Oliver and Cory are both back in makeup, so I film them for just a moment before taking off in search of my favorite member of the group.  
    I find him off to the side, lurking behind one of the green screen panels that have been set up for dream sequences.
    “What are you doing?” I ask. 
    “I have a Dorito stain on my shirt and I’m hiding.  Shh!” he holds his finger up to his lips and looks frantically at the camera.  I have to laugh.    
    “What happens when you have to go film?”
    “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet!”  Now he’s laughing too.  
    “You’re going to get in so much trouble...”
    “I know.  Tiffany’s going to ground me or something.”
    “Can she do that?”
    “Probably!” he cries, his big blue eyes bugging out.  
    “Maybe you should bring like, an adult bib or something for these days you have to eat in costume.”
    “Or I could just take off my shirt,” he grins seductively at the camera.  Then he begins to do a strip-tease.
    See, this is what’s strange about him.  When no one is actively hitting on him, he’s one of the flirtiest guys you’ll ever meet.  Actually try to flirt back, however, and he transforms into a shrinking violet.  It just doesn’t make sense.
    “I’m not sure the Internet is ready for this,” I tell him.  Of course, I’m actually very much enjoying it, especially once the shirt fully comes off and he starts swinging it around and shimmying up to the camera.  
    And naturally, it’s right at that moment that Joni comes rounding the corner, wondering what the hell we’re doing.  
    “Nothing, nothing,” Sam throws his shirt back on and begins to button it.  He’ll never admit it to her, but Joni scares him almost as much as Tiffany.  Before he follows her back to the group, he leans into the camera and mutters, “You can slip the money into my G-string later.”  
    Yep.  That’s the Sam I know and love. 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 4
     
     
     
    “ And I said, baby
    I want to make you love me
    Want to let you hold me
    Want you to stay with me,
    And baby,
    You know I’d leave you never
    I want you for forever
    So please, baby, let’s not fight
    Everything will be alright
    You’re the one I need tonight
    Please, baby stay with me tonight.”
     
    Song: “Stay With Me”
    Artist: The Kind of September 
    From the Album : 17 Times Over
     
    One week.
    We have one blissful week off before the release o f Meet Me on the Midwa y .  The guys are taking that time to spend with their friends and family that they don’t get to see while they’re out on tour.  I’m taking the time to catch up on my Marketing 2301 homework.
    When I first broke the news to my parents two years ago that I was forgoing the traditional college route in order to run around with a group of guys who like to sing and perform and, let’s face it, wear pants about two sizes too tight, they weren’t overly enthusiastic.  Granted, I was eighteen and I didn’t