Falling Under
Damian
You wouldn’t believe how quickly a person can go from being potentially famous to a household name.
I’d never tell her this, but I’m finding it quite entertaining to watch all of the speculation about our relationship. Why anyone cares is still beyond me, but they seem to care quite a bit.
They’re even showing some of her old movies on network television now.
Hilarious.
Things are still weighing on my mind after the altercation with Emma last night, but I’m centered, focused, and absolutely prepared to go make a polished turd.
That’s when I see the horde of reporters outside Emma’s gate.
Well, that should thicken the plot for the viewers at home.
I couldn’t remember the code to Emma’s gate, so I parked on the street last night. If I’d gotten up a little earlier, I could have just caught a ride with Emma and maybe I could have avoided what I’m about to do, but que sera, sera.
“Damian!” thirty voices yell almost simultaneously.
I smile and I just keep walking forward.
If you lose your cool with them, they tend to run the clip simply out of spite.
“Damian, so are you having a sexual relationship with Emma Roxy, and if so, do you think this is going to affect your ability to act in your upcoming movie together?” a random voice shouts as I open the gate, push my way through, and make sure it’s latched behind me.
“I think relationships between two people are the business of those two people,” I answer. “I can tell you that filming is going very well and we are all very excited to show you what we’ve come up with. It’s really got quite a bit of heart.”
It means absolutely nothing and they just eat that shit up. “Heart.” Right.
“So you’re confirming that you do, in fact, have a relationship with Emma Roxy?” another one from the herd shouts out as I try to navigate my way to my car.
“I’m confirming that it’s nobody’s business whether I do or don’t have a relationship with Emma,” I answer.
For whatever reason, Emma still wants to downplay this whole thing. I really don’t know why. I’ve come around.
“Do you think that—” someone else starts, but I’ve had enough.
“I’ve got to get to work,” I interrupt, and finally succeed in making it through the herd and to my car door.
“How do you think this relationship is going to affect Emma Roxy’s career?” someone asks.
“I hope her career is judged by her strength as an actress and not who she spends time with,” I answer, and I open the car door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
I get in, and though the reporters are kind enough to let me through, they don’t seem too happy about it.
I’m actually not on my way to work right now. I should probably get there sooner than later, but I need to stop by home and check on Danna.
For the most part, she’s recovered from her relapse, but she still tires pretty easily and I haven’t been home to make sure that she has everything she’s going to need for the day handy. She gets frustrated a lot, but that’s just part of the process.
I get home and Danna’s standing on a chair, reaching for something on the top cabinet in one of the kitchen cupboards.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, rushing in to—I don’t know, catch her if she falls? I just know that she shouldn’t be up there and doing that when she’s this fresh off an episode.
“Calm down, little bro,” she says. “I just needed coffee.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I should have gotten back earlier so I could make sure it was made and—”