I watched as Ben, my younger brother, chugged the coffee down like it was water. “Aghh.” He grunted and slammed the cup down on the table. 
“You comin to the party tonight?” I asked him. 
He shook his head. “What party? I thought you were comin with me and the boys to the club.”
“theres a welcoming party tonight, forget the club and come with me.” 
“You forget the party and come with me.” he replied quickly with a sly smirk. “I met this chick last night…” He took another shot of coffee down. “she was all over me, dude.” 
“at least break up with Carey first, you dumbass.” I replied as I put my jacket on and headed out to work. 
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I caught a cab up to Rockefeller Center where I walked in studio A1. I took a seat at my desk and looked at the agenda where the scheduled performers would be. Lauren Conrad should be here in about 15 minutes, I noticed. She’s hot. Maybe I’ll get to meet her. 
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“Hello, I’m Tristan Emerson, backstage intern, I’m going to be guiding you on where to go backstage.” I said to Lauren Conrad and her Caribbean tan legs. 
“Ok, great.” Her perky smile caught me by surprise. I showed her the way to the guest room and talked to her about the questions Meredith Vierra was going to ask her. It wouldn’t be so hard if she wasn’t so beautiful. 
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After a long day at work, I headed back to my place and got ready for the welcome party. This should be interesting, I thought. 
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