Page 41 of My Five Daddies

I sigh. “You know I can’t usethat.”

He shrugs. “It’s true. This whole fame thing, it’s a fucking game. Nobody knows me. I just wanna get rich and fuck around while I’malive.”

I glance over at Jordan and he rolls his eyes. I look back at Dustin, a small smile on my face. “Look, I get that. I totally understand. But we’re just doing an interview here for some PR releases. I just need some generic comments in your ownvoice.”

He sighs. “Can’t you just make this shit up?” he asksme.

“No, I can’t,” I say. “What if you get pissed and sue us? Or what if what I say doesn’t connect with what you say? Just work with me here,Dustin.”

He flips his hair from his eyes. “Fine. Askanother.”

I look down at my notes. We’ve been at this for twenty minutes now and he hasn’t given me more than one useful comment. He said he loves his fans, which is about as generic as you can get, but I can useit.

This kid is driving me crazy, but I keep it together. He keeps looking at the musical equipment Ethan has scattered around the studio, even though Ethan isn’t here. Dustin clearly cares more about music than he does about PR, which is good, it should be thatway.

But he needs to learn to play the game a little bit. Or at least he needs to stop giving me such a hardtime.

I glance at Jordan again. He’s here just to get to know Dustin some more and get a feel for the way he acts for the upcoming campaign. Clearly he can’t use any of this,either.

“Okay, Dustin. What made you want to get intomusic?”

“I like sound,” hesays.

I clench my jaw. “Whatelse?”

“Beats make mehappy.”

I nod. “Okay, we can work withthat.”

“Yeah, you now the way bitches get when they be dancing, all shaking their asses? That’s what I want to feel all thetime.”

I cringe again and Jordan’s barely concealing his laughter. “You should stop using the word ‘bitches,’ Dustin. It won’t play very well with themedia.”

“Fuck the media. They don’t knowme.”

“That’s exactly right,” Jordan chimes in. “That’s what we’re trying tochange.”

Dustin looks over at him. “Who’s this guy?” he asksme.

“This is Jordan Reeves. He owns the ad agency that’s working on yourlaunch.”

Dustin nods. “Okay. Cool, cool. I’ll try and tone down the bitchesshit.”

“Good,” I say. “Now, with this new album, what are you trying tosay?”

“Just that, like, fucking around and having fun iscool.”

Jordan grins at me again and I basically want todie.

This garbage interview goes on for another twenty minutes. It’s like pulling teeth, but less fun. Dustin has to be the stupidest person I’ve ever met, or at least the biggest narcissist. He clearly doesn’t give a shit about anything that he’s saying and he thinks this whole thing is a joke. He just wants to get back torecording.

Which I understand, but he needs to grow up. By the time I start asking him about his personal life, I’m ready to flip a table and walkout.

“What’s your favorite album?” I askhim.

“Probably ‘2001’ by Dr.Dre.”

“Okay, good. How is that influencing your currentsongs?”

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