Bad Management

“You have 10 minutes to get your arses out of bed and into the lobby before I let myself in and drag you all out naked into the lobby!” My British accent rang out from outside of their door as I kept my annoying knocking going until I heard 5 individual grunts coming from the other side.
“Alright! Please stop with the banging!” Groaned out one of the guys as I smirked to myself turning on my heels and heading for the lift, bag in hand. I took a seat on the large comfortable sofas that were waiting in the lobby of the very posh hotel that the label had put us up in for the night. I was sat staring intently at my watch counting down the seconds until I could go back up and carry out my threat. To my disappointment the elevator dinged and out came my five boys, all looking like death warmed up, in last night’s suits.
“Hey guys!” I shouted flashing them a toothy grin.
“Seriously, do you have to shout?” Moaned out the shortest of the group, as they all held their heads.
“Aww what’s to do? Everybody got headaches?” I pouted looking at their gently nodding heads. “Well tough. You don’t get sympathy or it easy going because you boys can’t hold your liquor.” I smirked as I started to walk towards the exit. “There are groups of fans outside. You think I can shout loud, prepare yourselves boys.” I laughed as the doors were opened and a chorus of screams rang out, the guys instantly cringing at the sharp loud noise, but putting on their best smiles for the fans. I walked out first, as always, as they stopped to talk, sign and pose for the group as the bus pulled up. I was handed items that the guys got from those who love them the most as they thanked them for their many gifts. They finally made their way to the bus and once we all got on and was sat down off we went, heading for the next venue.

We sat in silence for a while as I checked and highlighted their schedules for the rest of the day, a few radio interviews here and there nothing major to deal with for a change.
“Anybody want a coffee?” Asked the raven haired lead singer, as there was a wave of grunts filled the bus.
“Here I’ll help.” I smiled walking over to the little kitchen area. Something Gerard and I did regularly was make the coffee. Self-confessed coffee addicts we had a perfect little system going. He would add sugar and the coffee and I would finish off with water and milk.
“What we got planned for today then boss?” He looked over at me smiling, knowing I hated that playful name.
“You and Mikes have a radio interview and Frank, Ray and Bob have a telephone interview. Nothing too strenuous for your temperamental heads.” I laughed nudging him with my elbow as he smiled. “Tomorrow you all have a television appearance so it will just be a matter of going over that and so on later.” I finished as we walked over with the much awaited cups of the perfect substance. “I’m going to go sort some stuff out in the back, if you need me just shout.” I grabbed my mug and walked to the back laughing to myself, knowing there will be no shouting.

“We’ll be pulling up in about 10 minutes guys!” Shouted the driver from the front of the bus as I made my way to the front of the bus, sitting down on the uncomfortable sofas around the table.
“Ok so we need to go through your plans for the day.” I smiled as they all sat up looking at the papers in my hand. “Ways you’re at the radio interview, so when we get to the hotel and get checked in you need to shower and get ready, we will be leaving at five for the recording. “Frank, Ray and Bob you guys just need to be in the hotel room, together, to answer this phone at seven sharp. You can stay dressed as tramps if you wish.” I smiled as Frank yes’ed at the idea. “Ways you have the pleasure of my company. Any questions you don’t want asking then you all need to make a list and let me know before we leave at five ok?” I watched them all nod just as the bus came to a stop.
“Lastly, tomorrow we’re at Kerrang for a recording, so we need to be leaving here at 11. You are to be up and ready for half ten ok?” I looked at them all one-by-one with my warning glare as they nodded. We all got off the bus thanking Phil as we did and made our way inside the still fancy hotel. I walked over to the check-in desk, making sure we all got checked in and getting the six room keys.
“Ok everyone pick a key.” Gerard spoke as I held them out, everyone taking a key and turning it over to see the number and who they would be sharing with.
“Hey there partner.” Frank laughed as we both looked at each other’s number.
“Always told you you’re my favourite.” I winked playfully at him as we made our way to the elevators.

We all got in our rooms and got ourselves sorted out. I quickly grabbed a change of clothes as I noticed Frank laying on the bed. “There’s headache tablets in my bag if you want to grab some.” I smiled over at him as I took off my top and slipped on an owl printed blouse as I heard the bed shift and the rattle of the rubbish in my bag.
“Thanks I needed them.” He laughed as he sat back on his bed looking over at me as I slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans, tying my long brown hair back into a ponytail.
“It’s ok,” I smiled back “I know how to look after you boys.” I laughed as I walked into the bathroom to touch up my eyeliner and lipstick. “You should sleep, you have a couple of hours before the interview.” I looked over at him as I walked back into the bedroom, him nodding.
“Thanks George.” He smiled as I blushed a little, not used to being thanked.
“No need to thank me. It’s my job remember.” I laughed as I pushed him so he was lying down on his back, head on the pillows and tucking him in smiling. “I’ll have room service bring some food up for you guys.” I whispered as I walked out quietly.

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