My article about Ms. Williams was a success. I should write more articles like that one.

"Mr. Weekes?" I knock on my boss' open door and he tells me to come in, sitting behind his desk as he writes something down. I step inside.

"Sir, I managed to obtain an interview with prosecutor Ray Toro. I only need to set the appointment with him, so I wanted to consult you in case you had suggestions. If not, I was thinking about next week."

"Very good, Way. Next week sounds perfect. I will take note of that. Anything else?"

"I don't think-"

A knock on the door behind me interrupts my sentence. Urie seps in. "Sorry, wrong timing? I can come back later."

Mr. Weekes shakes his head and Urie steps next to me. "Sir, I'd like a day off tomorrow to attend the premiere of my friend Sarah's newest movie. It would mean a lot to her if I came."

"Sarah? As in Sarah Orzechowski? Are you talking about her new talkie?" I intervene.

"That is correct," Urie confirms. "Talking movies are becoming increasingly popular, and Sarah wants her share too. Hey, how about you come with me, Gerard. Sir, can Gerard come?"

Mr. Weekes babbles, "Um, uh, alright-"

"I can ask that you interview her!" Urie pats my shoulder. "I didn't think you knew anything about the universe of cinema, mister Way. I thought you were the boring, studious type. You will love interviewing Sarah, she is wonderful. Come on, that is the wish you owe me."

"The wish I owe you?" I tilt my head.

"Yes, the wish you owe me. The bet, remember? All eyes were on us." Urie grins, gesturing at the horizon, and Mr. Weekes frowns confusedly as he happens to be sitting between Urie and said horizon.

"Um, o-okay?" I accept. "Mr. Weekes, can I interview her?"

"I normally stand against publishing articles on celebrities, but if that can boost our sales, I suppose we can make an exception." Mr. Weekes nodded. "Remember what you told me during our interview, Mr. Way. Don't disappoint me."

"Won-der-ful. He won't," Urie nonchalantly states. He and I thank our boss and walk out.

"How did you make Mr. Weekes change his mind so quickly? What kind of professional relationship do the two of you have?" I ask Urie.

Urie folds his arms and sighs with a hint of disappointment in me. "You're overthinking. I am only an ordinary man. As to Mr. Weekes, well, he is the chief editor of the Gotham News. What kind of relationship would you want us to have besides boss-employee?"

I give him a skeptical look.

"I am not lying. Do I look like a liar?" he defends.

"You totally do." I crack a smile and he huffs.

"If you say so. See you tomorrow. Please wear your most fabulous outfit, it will be a fancy event."

I sigh and wonder why I always have to find myself having to wear fancy clothes to fancy places.

The next day, I put on the classical, black three-piece suit I was wearing when I lost my job, hoping it will help erase these memories from my mind. Urie comes to my place and eyes me from eye to toe, sighing.

"Mr. Way, have I overestimated you? This can't possibly be the best outfit you own."

"Yes, Mr. Urie, that is indeed the best outfit I own," I snap back annoyedly. Urie sighs once again.

"Come with me, I will get you a decent suit."
Urie drives me to the nearest tailor.

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"How many more tuxedos will I have to try on?" I whine.

"You have only tried a few! You're not in good shape today, Way."

"Excuse me? I have tried 20 of them already, and I'm doing the whole job! You're just sitting here, talking and pointing around!" I protest and Urie sighs in defeat.

"Alright. Just try this one, I'm sure it will suit you perfectly." He hands me another suit. I snatch it from his hands, huffing exaggeratedly. It's a black, velvet suit. I put it on and Urie grins.

"That's the one. You look perfect. I told you I'd find something for you." He smirks. "Let's go, we're already late."

"W-wait, I need to pay!" I object as he tries to drag me out. "How much is it?"

"It's already paid. Let's go."

"What? How much was it? I'll pay you back."

Urie laughs. "Don't worry, no need to. It didn't even cost as much as my tie."

"I- I can't let a stranger pay for me! We've barely known each other for a few weeks!"

"I said it wasn't a problem. It's cheap. If I had the intention to get on your good side, I would have bought you something nicer."

He just bought a whole suit and calls it cheap? The price is surely four digits! Is this man that rich? I reluctantly follow Urie to his car and expect an irritating remark from him, but surprisingly he doesn't make any.

We arrive to the premiere after a quiet ride. I wasn't expecting the theater to be this fancy.

"Keep your head up, Way. Be proud of yourself. You look like you want to disappear," Urie points out.

"Brendon!" A man with a thick mustache approaches us. "Oh, a new face. Who is that? Is he part of an important family? It doesn't seem so, judging from his hair."

I helplessly look down again, blushing and tucking a strand of my messy, brown hair behind my ear.

"Have some respect, Jerry, this is uncalled for," Urie defends me laconically. "Mr. Way is a colleague and a friend. He is here to watch Sarah's movie with me, unlike you."

"Of course, please consider this a misunderstanding."

I can't believe that Urie is acquainted to such a man. He reminds me of some unpleasant people from Harvard. Jerry and those like him only judge people from their wealth and their family.

"Brendon, what made you keep me waiting for so long?" A feminine voice echo in the hall and a pair of heels rhythmically meet with the varnished floor. An elegant, young woman with wavy, black hair and stunning blue eyes join us.

"Speaking of the devil..." Brendon grins, his eyes all over the woman before him. "Congratulations, Sarah."

Sarah pouts. "Is that all you have to s- who is that?" she asks when she finally notices me.

"That's Gerard Way, a colleague. By the way, I have a favor to ask you."

"A colleague? Is that small, secondary journal of yours still afloat?" Sarah asks, truly surprised. The two of them surely know each other well. But calling the journal I work at a secondary journal offends me a little, even though I know that Sarah is right.

"Sarah!" Urie says reproachfully.

"Alright, I'll stop talking about your journal..." Sarah sighs. "What kind of favor do you need?"

"Our journal wants to boost its sales, and what better way to do so than publishing articles about celebrities? And of course, I immediately thought of you, my little star," Urie explained with an assured smirk. "Can you please let Mr. Way interview you, later?"

Sarah pouts. "Why wouldn't you conduct the interview, my darling? I don't like being interviewed by strangers, you know it."

The two of them start openly flirting. I have a hard time hiding my embarrassment but I must overcome that for the interview.

"Your manager would kill me if I asked for a private interview..." Urie's hands glide on Sarah. She throws a glare at me, and looks back at Urie with a gaze that could make anyone melt.

"Whatever you want, Brendon... Tell him to come backstage after the premiere."

I'm right here actually and I heard everything, so Urie only has to glance at me and I not.

We head for the theater room and sit down on large, comfortable, velvet-covered armchairs to watch the movie. Talkies are so enjoyable, and this specific one enthralls me. Cinema is a wonderful art and this movie is a masterpiece.

"You look like you've never watched a movie before," Urie mutters to me. "The plot is everything. If the audience enjoys the plot, then it's a good movie."

"Why not give our articles some sort of plotline? Of... suspense?"

Urie shakes his head. "A news report has to be objective and stick to facts. Writing a plot requires creativity and invention to entertain. Those two are not compatible. It's almost time for your interview, we should go see Sarah."

I follow Urie closely, walking through the little crowd of well-dressed people. I feel uncomfortable as I approach Sarah Orzechowski's loge. I wasn't expecting the cinema to be such a maze...

"What's that, over there?" I ask Urie.

"That's the projection booth, where the staff makes the machinery work to project the movies."

"How so?" I frown, wondering how movies can appear on a screen.

"They change the reels and activate the projector with a crank when the movie is on screen. Sarah is in there. Go ahead, I'll wait here." Urie pets my back comfortingly.

I knock and timidly open the lodge's door. It's as big as a bedroom. There is a vanity desk in front of a wide mirror, framed by big light bulbs. There is clothing and jewelry on various hooks. I see a long pearly collar, feathers, a couple of hats. There are beauty products, brushes and a hair curler on the desk.

"Good evening, Ms. Orzechowski. I'm Gerard Way, Brendon Urie's colleague."

"Ah, yes. Come in. Be quick with your questions. I must attend a dinner in thirty minutes."

Sarah leans back on a chair, casually smoking a cigarette with her cigarette-holder. Her style is dazzling and I can't help but to admire her, despite her indifference towards me.

"What are you doing, standing there?" She asks. "Let's begin."

"Very well, Ms. Orzechowski. Let's begin the interview. Can you tell me more about the plot of your latest movie?"

"In this movie, I played the part of a rich woman who falls in love with a bandit. He and his mistress plan on assassinating me before our wedding, but I can see through his lies. As to what happens next, you should watch the movie to find out."

I take notes. "What do you think about your character?"

"She is a clever and resigned woman, but what a shame..."

I frown. "What is a shame?"

"It's a shame that she was blinded by love and couldn't see men's true nature. No offense. In her shoes, I wouldn't have let myself be led on."

"Maybe we should stick to the movie, Ms. Orzechowski..." I suggest shyly.

She scoffs. "Do you think that an article dedicated to the movie will catch your readers' interest?"

"Well, there are people who are interested in the movie and in talkies in general," I point out.

"Maybe you shouldn't be interviewing me, then. People are never interested in my work, only in my scandals."

I sigh softly. From my lack of answer, Sarah starts talking lightly about all the men at her feet. My head hurts, but I have no other choice but to follow her lead. I write down all of Sarah's gossips.

The interview ends after thirty minutes, as announced. I try to ask some questions about the movie while gathering my supplies, but I give up when it becomes obvious shat Sarah doesn't want to answer. What will I write in my article? I can't submit an article full of celebrities gossips...

"Oh, Mr. Way, please tell Brendon that I need him for something," Sarah demands.

"What do you need help for? Maybe I can help," I offer gently.

"Only Brendon can help me. You can't do anything about it." Sarah stands up and eyes me from head to toe. "Mmh, maybe you can actually help for something..."

"Sure, what for?"

"Help me keep an eye on Brendon. Tell me if a woman tries to get a little to close to him." She grabs my notebook and writes down her phone number. "Go get Brendon, now."

I'm a little bothered by the outcome of this interview, but I deliver Sarah's message nonetheless.

"Oh, I know what she wants from me..." Brendon is smirking so wide that I ask myself how his face hasn't split in two yet. "Wait for me outside. I'll drive you home once I'm done."

"Done with what?" I ask innocently. Brendon pats my shoulder and enters Sarah Orzechowski's lodge. I sigh in incomprehension and head for the entry, waiting at the door. Today's interview did not go well.

I sigh yet again, watching the mist of hot breath form before my face. Urie is taking too long. I should go back to the office to deal with this interview... Suddenly, I hear loud noises nearby, making my heart bounce unpleasantly.

"Shots fired! Run!"

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