Snippet #1790980

(OOC:The manager's name is now John Hanning... and Kenzi's starting to scare me, sort of...)

Char clung tightly to Tag until they reached the limousine, though he was significantly comforted by the tousle of his hair, and by the apology. There really was no apology necessary - he was grateful to Tag for protecting him. He just wished he wouldn't hurt his own reputation by doing it...
He scrambled across the seat to the spot in the middle, where he liked sitting most. That way he was tucked in between the others, protected both by their bodies and the darkened windows. That was where he usually preferred to sit - he even liked to be at the center during interviews, because even though that was logically where the audience would be looking, it gave him an illusion of security.

Kenzi slid in and sat at the far edge, crossing his legs delicately and leaning against the window with his cane propped up in front of his knees. He crossed his hands lightly on the cane's head, smiling back at the others. This was his stage-persona - pleasantly, and almost hauntingly, calm. Unruffled, impossible to control, impossible to guess what he was doing next. He was pretty much the same off the stage, he was just a little... less huggy. More arrogant. Leaderlike.
Then again, it could be argued that he never really changed... that it was impossible to tell which personality was his real one, and when he was secretly acting. Maybe that was what made him so frightening to some people. It was certainly how he had won their chance at fame. He had practically intimidated that talent scout into watching them...

"You were not supposed to come out in costume," John told Kenzi coldly from his place in shotgun. Kenzi just gave him a calm, broad smile, teeth and all.

"When have we ever done what we were supposed to do?" he asked almost sweetly.

John rolled his eyes and turned his irritated glare on Tag.
"And you," he growled. "Making a show of yourself. Pretty soon the company is going to want you dropped."

Char's eyes widened, frightened by the idea of the company trying to split the band up.