if we were together again , carey

[MAISON LIONEL REED]

there had been a time when maison had been completely concentrated on a relationship that he had hoped would last forever, but life had gotten in the way, and their relaitonship had split up. a career was what the other man got, and maison was left behind so that it could build. maison had heard that his set was around here, and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. maybe if he could get a look at carey, he could convince himself that he was over his past lover. so that's what maison did. he headed toward the movie sets, just to a distant look at carey.

at first maison was lost. following directions had never been his strongest suit. he had to actually ask a couple of people where he was, and then, ashamed, headed in the opposite direction. once maison finally reached the set, he glanced around, partially attempting to stay hidden. oh my god, i'm a stalker. he thought to himself, taking the backstage pass he had around his neck, and putting it in his pocket. he cringed at how bad it sounded. he was being a stalker. one of those people that celebrities were afraid of. he turned and headed toward the exit, but ran smack into some one that had his back turned to maison. "oh my.. i'm so sorry!" maison had reached out and caught the man before he could tumble to the floor, and then released him when maison knew that he could stand on his own. "i swear i'm not trying to cope a feel or anything. i'm not a creepy stranger. i'm sorry if.. if you took it that way."

notes; sorry i suck at first posts >.<
tag; carey

[carey steve martin]

Carey was in his dressing room. He'd asked one of the interns to get him some food, he couldn't go on show with a hungry stomach. It'd sound horrible if his growling stomach sounded louder than a celebrity. Suddenly, his production manager called his name and knocked on the door. Carey jolted up, worried that he was meant to already to there or something. He checked his watch and... no, the show wasn't going to be filmed for another hour. He let his production manager in, who told him that someone with a backstage pass was walking around while the team were working. He presumed that if the fan could get a conversation with Carey, he might leave the team alone to do their work and prepare for the show. "Child or adult?" Carey asked, since he had a lot of kids that loved the show even though that wasn't his demographic.

The man described him as an early-twenties man. Carey actually had to rack his mind to check whether he'd hired an escort. Not that his usage of them were frequent but that was usually what he requested. Perhaps the agency got the data wrong and thought that he'd ordered an escort for today rather than Friday. Carey smartened himself up and checked his hair. Nobody actually knew about this habit of his, they usually came disguised as a 'fan'. So he left his dressing room and went to find the 'fan'. But when he turned around a corner someone collided into him.

"OW! What the --" when he saw who it was, he was stunned to silence.