Fan Fiction |
by sUm^MeR
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Jo has been spending the last few weeks in her office, drowned in her work. She hasn't tell Hebe the fact that she is now going out with the infamous, Jay Chou, which happens to be her idol. She once thinks of telling Hebe about it, but the overwhelming workload seems to keep making her forget about it.
As if it has been preplanned, Jay hasn't been distracting her with phone calls or dinner dates, due to his busy schedule to finish the production of his newest album. He sends her text messages sometimes, telling her the progress of his work and checking whether she has eaten lunch or dinner as if she were a little girl. That's his way of showing her that he cares.
Sometimes Jo wishes to have him visiting her apartment instead, to surprise her with a bouquet of flower or at least, just to show himself in flesh. She admits she kind of misses him. Normally, when people just start dating, they tend to see each other everyday, call each other everyday, and want to spend all the time together. But then, she isn't dating a 'normal' guy. She's dating Jay Chou—the little heavenly king.
This morning, Jo has just seen Jay in one infotainment show, talking briefly about the concept of his new album. He said the album would be the same kind of thing, but still up to his standard. He said he wasn't planning to surprise his fans with a different kind of music, and that he didn't need a change, because if he was to create something different, then it wouldn't be the kind of music he wanted to make anymore.
Jo can only smile at the TV set, realizing how much he misses seeing him in person, how much she misses hearing his voice. But again, she tries to divert her attention by spending her time in one of the rooms in her apartment that has been transformed into her studio, painting, while his 8th Dimension album was playing on the background.
Wo Xiang Yao De, Xiang Zuo De, Ni Bi Shui Dou Le
(What I want, or want to do, you understand it more than anyone else)
Ni Xiang Shuo De, Xiang Gei De, Wo Quan Dou Zhi Dao
(What you want to say, or give, I know all of them)
Wo Jie Lai Dian, Mei Liu Yan, Yi Jing Shi Ni Gu Dan De Xiang Nian'
(I haven't answered the phone, haven't left any message either, you must have been so lonely, missing me)
Ren He Ren Dou Cao Bu Dao, Zhi Shi Wo Men De An Hao'
(Everyone can never guess, this is our secret signal)
Jo smirks, unbelief by how much this song seems to tell her current experience, when it had been written long before it happens. Freaky—like a revelation of what was going to happen next.
She continues brushing the colorful oils onto the canvas. Even her paintings are now full of his faces, she realizes. God, I miss him so bad. I'm dying to see him, and just when she is thinking about this, she hears her apartment door has been slammed close.
"Jo!! Are you home?"
Hearing that familiar voice, Jo jumped off the chair excitedly, her foot accidentally kicked off the wooden legs which support her canvas, tumbling it down. She cringes over the loud rattling sound she's just made.
"There you are," Jay has flung the studio door wide open, "Now you need to start packing,"
"Wait a minute, I thought you're still running behind schedule,"
"Nope. All's done, FINALLY!" Jays walked over to help her assembling the stool and the canvas. His eyes caught what she was painting—a man wearing a military uniform, lifting a little girl high above his head, like father and daughter. The man in the painting is the exact copy of himself. "Hey, I've seen this guy somewhere before."
"Really?" Jo strains her eyes, pretending to look surprised, "I've made him out of my imagination actually."
"Yea, right," He snorts and checks the painting closely. "Hey, this painting is actually not a bad idea. A guy in uniform, a little innocent girl…, hmm, I do look good in uniform, don't I?"
"What was that you said," Jo deliberately ignores his full-of-himself joke, which sometimes—if she has to admit— irked her. "about why I should pack my bag?"
"Right," Jay places both his hands on her shoulder, leading her to the bedroom. "Pack your bag. We're heading for Russia."
"Russia?" Jo raises one of her eyebrows, "We?"
"Yep." Jay nods steadfastly, "Don't worry. The company will pay for everything."
"Why Russia?"
"Save all your questions for now. We'll talk about it on the flight."
"Don't tell me it's going to be today."
"Well," he smiled quirkily, "That's why I'm here, … to help you pack. We're leaving in about…" he took a quick glance at his watch, "three and a half hours."
"Wh—" Jo's eyes almost pop out of their sockets, but Jay doesn't give much time for her to refute. Once they are in her bedroom, he has pulled out Jo's suitcase out of her closet and helped her chose which clothes for her to pack. After pulling out most of Jo's pink clothes, they are all ready to go.
Three hours later, they both are ready to board on the noontime flight to Russia with the rest of Jay's crew. Foreseeing any possibility of paparazzi stalking them on the flight, the company seats Jay and Jo separately—Jay is in the business class, while Jo’s in the economy with the rest of the crews.
'Save all your questions for now, we'll talk about this during the flight? Yeah, right. How should I talk to you when I'm seated twenty something rows away from you? So much for being Jay Chou's girlfriend,' Jo thought mockingly.
Jo sits next to DingDang, the plump lady who has been Jay's private assistant since his first entrance into the entertainment world. She speaks to Jo most of the time during the flight, giving her all the details about Jay's tight schedule in Russia and sometimes, she couldn't escape from emphasizing all the dos and don'ts as for being Jay's girlfriend.
"Don't be too mushy in front of the crew; don't stick to him like a postage stamp; watch your surrounding, make sure no one is holding a camera before you guys decide to hold hands or wrap your arms around each other... if you don't want your face to be plastered on the headline the next day and be labeled as the third person who comes in between the Double J relationship, regardless the fact that it wasn't true. Well, you know, sometimes gossips do wonders to artist's popularity, so we tend to let the press have their funs. But we'll keep you hidden. Zhou Dong dating an unknown someone wouldn't really make a good impact on his popularity."
Suddenly, Jo remembers what Jolin had told her.
"It's going to be hard, Joey. It really is."
Well, Jolin didn't lie to her about this. Jo can already feel how hard it is to be sitting on a long flight with a lady she barely knew, and who couldn't stop talking about how she should treat her own boyfriend.
"Remember, sweetheart," DingDang says, "You're not just dating another cute guy who happens to have talent in music; but you're dating 'the' one and only, Jay Chou." She articulates the word, as though talking about the name of some precious jade stone.
"I understand," despite how sleepy she is, Jo tries her best to flash a smile, "Uhm, is it okay if I take a nap now?"
DingDang bits her lower lip, noticing Jo's sleepy eyes, and finally nods her head.
Jo smiles at DingDang before she leans toward the window and curls herself into a comfy position for a nap. DingDang watches Jo's face quietly, adoring her innocent outlook while sleeping.
What a tragedy it is, DingDang thinks, to be so innocently in love with 'the' Jay Chou.
Because you may have his heart or his full attention, but no matter how hard you try, you could never acquire his time.
And what even sadder is, no matter how important you are to him, still you could never reach that number-one spot in his life.
Somehow you just can't.
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A/N: I'm sorry for making you all waited too long for this update. And this is to satisfy you guys.
Thanks again for your comments. ^_^
They always make my day.
Love,
sUm^MeR
05/08/05