Janette’s smile slides off her face. “You’re supposed to be ready to leave.”
“I should fix my hair?” I run a hand through it. If feels greasy.
She pushes past me, her heels clicking on the tile floor, and heads for the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
She stops halfway up and motions to the ceiling. “I assume your bedroom is this way.”
“Uhhh . . . yeah?”
She rolls her eyes. “You can’t go to an interview like this.”
I glance at my stained shirt. She has a point. My bedroom’s a mess. I haven’t let my housekeeper in to clean since the last time Violet stayed over.
Janette makes a face at the sight, or possibly the smell. It’s ripe in here. “Why are boys so disgusting? Get in the shower.” When I don’t move right away, she prods me toward the bathroom. “I’m interested in getting you your girl back so you don’t screw up the playoffs and ruin all your endorsement opportunities. You need to look and smell less pathetic.”
“I don’t care about the endorsement opportunities.”
“That’s fine. You don’t have to. However, it’s my job to care about them, so get your ass in there.”
I shower while she scours my closet for appropriate attire. Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed and ready to head to the news studio.
She inspects me as she would a side of beef.
“Don’t look at my beard. It’s playoffs.” I stroke it affectionately.
“You look like a homeless man in expensive clothes. It should work in our favor.” Janette ushers me out the door. She hands me a folder once we’re in the car, heading to the studio. “These are the questions they’re going to ask. You will not be evasive.”
I leaf through the sheet of questions. “These are pretty personal.”
“That’s the point, Alex. You’ve spent the last seven years acting like a womanizing asshole in the eyes of the media for no good reason I can see. You want Violet back in your life?”
“Yes. Definitely.”
“More than you want the endorsements?”
“Of course.”
“Then you need to show her you’re not a total dick. To do that, you have to be honest for once.”
I nod and review the questions. I’ve barely finished reading them when she grabs the sheet from my hand, balls it up, and tosses it on the floor by her feet.
“What are you doing? I haven’t memorized them yet.”
“I don’t want you to memorize them, and I don’t want stock answers. You need to speak from the heart. How do you feel about Violet?”
“I love her.”
“Then make sure she knows it by the time you’ve finished this interview. Oh, and there will be a print version coming out next week with the interview as well. We want to cover all the bases.” She pats my cheek. I hope I don’t fuck this up, too.
We avoid the reporters lining the street outside the studio. Never in my life has the media paid so much attention to me as they have in the weeks since messing up with Violet. No one cares about the playoffs or how close we are to the Stanley Cup. All the media wants to hear about is why I broke Violet’s heart on national TV, because clearly we were in a relationship.
Janette accompanies me to the green room. She shoos away the makeup people. “You look like hell, I want to keep it that way.”
I assume she knows what she’s doing, so I don’t argue.
“How do you feel?” Janette adjusts the collar of my shirt and tries to smooth my hair.
“Like I’m going to puke.”
She puts her hands on my shoulders. “You can do this, Alex. Just be honest. You’re an absolute doll. Show the drama-loving public you’re not a jerk.”
“Okay.” She pats me on the back and sends me out into the jaws of the interview shark, Angelica Chase.
The questions start out easy enough. They’re pretty standard and revolve around the playoffs and the potential to compete for the Stanley Cup. I give the humble answers I’m used to providing.
Eventually Angelica, moves on to questions surrounding my fight with Butterson and the rumors that he’s dating my sister. They’re meant to provoke, as Sunny and Butterson have made no attempt to hide their relationship. I know she’s going to bring up Violet next; it’s always the perfect segue.
“Over the past several months you’ve been seen with your teammate, Buck Butterson’s stepsister. Recently you intimated you were just friends. Your comment seemed to incite animosity between you and Buck. Would you care to discuss some of the rumors floating around about you?”
I look to Janette, standing in the wings. She nods, and I take a deep breath, ready to spill it.
“Violet and I have never been just friends.”
“Mmm.” She nods her agreement. “Media coverage certainly suggests there’s more going on between you than friendship. So you lied in your previous interview?”