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Beam me up and don't look down

This is what happened when you lost an agreeable bet with your friend. She knew that she shouldn't have bet against her, but Yana had never been able to turn down a good dare or a playful bet.

Her friend Rachel was nearly squirming with excitement as they stood in line at the mall. Yana looked at the mob of fans, most of then teenagers who had shirts with a man's face on it or some sort of logo. She couldn't really read the blurred splashy font type, but the colors were pretty at least. "So, why are we here again? And who is this person again?" Yana looked towards her friend who wore one of the same t-shirts. For a moment Yana felt like she'd missed the memo, because she'd worn regular street clothes while most, if not the whole crowd, had on these 'special shirts' as she now deemed them.

"Because!" Rachel pushed some of her pin straight black hair behind her ear, a poster carefully held against her chest. "You promised to come with me!"

"I remember, but that doesn't--"

"Shh! He's talking!" Rachel pointed to the brunette who bounced forward in line to get her poster signed before promptly fainting. Yana winced as she hit the floor and the crowd got quiet as her friends immediately moved to pick her up, fanning her with a dvd case or pamphlet. Yana looked at the teen and then towards the table. She couldn't really see the man through the crowd, but the line moved and Rachel none too gently elbowed someone out of the way and pulled Yana along with her and further into the depths of the crowd and closer towards the table.

"Rachel, he's making women faint just be looking at them -- that can't be healthy!" Although she had to admit, she was curious now. What did he look like? The movie poster Rachel had was tightly clutched to the poor woman's bosom and Yana was pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to separate the happy pair long enough to get a good look. Rachel shh'd her as the voice rang out across the crowd and the girls fell quiet, whispering to themselves and then raising their hands. Yana stood up on her toes, trying to get a better look, but all she could see was the top of Vaughn's hair.

An MC skirted through the crowd with a microphone, looking for the perfect person to ask the question. Rachel spotted him before Yana did and she grabbed her friend's hand and shot it up in the air, causing the blond to yelp in surprise as they waved their hands together. "Yes, you two! Do you have any questions for Mr. Granville?" Yana heard Rachel let out a soft squeal of delight and clapped her hands together with the poster. People turned to look at them and parted a little bit, giving a good view of the stage. Ah, so he was cute! No wonder Rachel was so adamant about going to this shindig. Yana looked at where Vaughn sat at the table as Rachel stuttered into the microphone. "Well, I, um--" Yana looked towards Rachel. She was one of the most talkative people she knew, but facing this Granville character, she was rendered speechless.

What kind of friend would she be if she let the poor girl flounder on her own?

"Mister Granville, can you dance?" Yana's lightly accented voice rang through the microphone as all eyes turned on her, and then turned to look at Vaughn. Rachel's mouth dropped in mild disbelief even as she looked with the rest of the crowd.


{ I wasn't sure what to post, so I'm going with my gut on this one and being different! Let me know if you have any questions or problems. I hope the post is okay! <3 But I have an idea... it deals with the thriller dance. >D You game? }

TAGGED: Vaughn. NOTES: First thread with Yana, this should be interesting!

Beam me up and don't look down

Yana felt pretty confident about the question. Really, it was a simple yes or no, and it saved Rachel from embarrassment. Her friend gave her a grateful nod before looking towards Mr. Vaughn himself. It was great, really, and Yana gave herself a mental pat on the back. She normally wasn't one for large flashy shows or... gatherings such as this, but hey, it could be fun, right? Yana had already decided to make the best of it when Vaughn started to answer.

I'm sorry to say that I've never been good at dancing. Yana laughed a little to herself as Rachel watched with rapt attention. She thought that they taught dancing when it came to acting. Movies always had some sort of dance scene, didn't they? Yana thought the question over and done with, she'd even started to step away from the mic and the MC when the red head issued a challenge.

Rachel actually gasped as she looked at Yana and then towards Vaughn as the sound volume of voices rose at least three notches around them. "Oh?" Yana was intrigued now as she looked at the red head. There was a flutter of excitement at the idea and she looked towards Rachel before giving her a grin. "I would be delighted to dance." Her mind ran through the mandatory dance recitals, practices, and competitions her mother had encouraged her to do. During her hell high school years, books, baking, and dancing had been good for her. It was better than lifting straight weights every day, in her opinion. The MC motioned for her to go towards the stage and Yana pulled off her hat and handed it to Rachel before heading up towards the stage.

She just couldn't say no.

Grinning from ear to ear, Yana was led over to the stage by the MC and she pulled out a wired Mic and small ear piece and started fitting Yana with it. Once she was quickly patted down and given the mic and it was turned on, she was turned loose and she moved over towards Vaughn. Now she got an even better view of the man in front of her. Now that she got a closer look at him, he did look familiar, but she couldn't place it. She didn't watch movies a lot, she worked too much to have that luxury.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, Yana stopped a few paces in front of him. "Well Mister Granville, what would you prefer? Something saucy like a tango, a graceful waltz, or something a tad different like the Thriller Dance?" There were a lot of voices down in the little staging area below them and the lights were bright. Ah, this definitely brought back some nostalgia to her. Her confidence at an all time high, Yana merely gave him a happy expression with a quick smile bordering on mischievous. Meanwhile her eyes were taking quick stock. He had long enough legs to get where he needed to go, it seemed. As long as he didn't trip into the crowd, he should be fine.

There were multiple shouts of tango and thriller dance from the girls below, and even one brave soul shouting don't touch him he's mine! from somewhere off to the left. Ball was in his court, she was just willing to teach a segment and have fun with it.

TAGGED: Vaughn. NOTES: Let the games begin >D

Beam me up and don't look down

Yana had a bad feeling about this crowd. How did he stand all eyes being on him? It made her a little nervous, truth be told! It was a large crowd, filled with fan girls, who were no doubt secretly boiling in some jealous stew that she was on stage and they weren’t. Her friend Rachel had explained to her what a fan girl was, and it almost sounded like a cult. Although she was an incredible fan of Michael Buble’s music, she wouldn’t say that she bordered on spitting and hissing at people!

Vaughn went on to explain that she wouldn’t survive doing the tango or the waltz with him. “Oh really?” Her tone was obviously disbelieving. Unlike the raging sea of hormones below them in the crowd, she was perfectly calm. The only thing about this whole business that made her nervous was the rabid fan girls down below and the possibility of being clawed by them. He announced that there should be a group of them to do it, and while the MC went down into the crowd, Yana turned to face Vaughn a little more. Casually her hand went up to push some hair out of her face but she turned the mic head set away from her mouth. “Afraid of doing it alone, Mister Granville? Surely I don’t make you nervous…” She issued her challenge quietly and with a soft smile as the three lucky ones were chosen out of the crowd and brought up on stage. It made sense to have more people, but it somewhat amused her at the same time.

She was a little surprised by the bow but laughed anyway. "I'm Yana, it's nice to meet you Mister Granville." Manners manners manners, Yana chided inside her head. She'd forgotten to introduce herself! Oh well, on with the show. Obviously everyone knows who HE is... well, except me.

Yana pulled her hair out of her face in a quick pony tail before moving a little bit in front of the stage. She motioned for Vaughn to come stand next to her in front with the other three in the back behind them. “Alright then, while we wait for the music, I’ll show the first set of steps. Most of it is hip and head movement, with spinning and clapping. Are you ready?" Before she'd even asked, half the crowd was already cheering and moving into lines. Yana began to go through the first set of steps, talking through the mic with clear cut instruction and an easy going attitude. She would demonstrate and say what she was about to do, show the move, and then wait for everyone else to do it if they hadn't done it already.

When they got to the end of the lesson, Yana did a little bow and looked towards Vaughn. "Now you know the dance, are you ready to actually put your skills to the test?"

TAGGED: Vaughn. NOTES: Thrillaaahhhhhhh

Beam me up and don't look down

When Vaughn laughed with her, she felt more at ease. For a minute there she had gotten the strangest feeling that he was halfway sarcastic. Maybe it was just her imagination. She was glad though that he had a sense of humor, because she started laughing again when he laughed.

She leaned in closer out of habit when he covered the side of his mouth to "whisper" his secret. Whoops. Yana merely laughed again even though she really wanted to pull at her collar like they did in cartoons. Oh yeah, she'd already seen the looks on some of their faces. It's not like Vaughn would realistically date anyone in the audience! Not when they were autograph harpies! Celebrities generally dated other celebrities, so they could dash into their escape cars together from the paparazzi and people like this!

"Ready when you are Miss Yana."

Right! She was supposed to be leading impromptu thriller. The beginning lines of the song began, the man's deep voice illuminating just what would happen if you didn't boogey right. Yana looked at Vaughn and gave him a quick wink, moving into position with her legs spread and her arms held at her sides. The group followed as she bounced on her heels. Yana mouthed the words to the zombie's introduction and started the shoulder jerking. Her leg and body twisted to the left and then the hip movements began.

Laughter and screams automatically started in the crowd as Yana led the group with Vaughn stealing the spotlight next to her. Hips bounced, claps were clapped in time with the beat, a few spins were put in place, and as far as Yana could tell, the groupies behind her were mostly keeping in beat! Her moves had been cut and dry the first time, but to the beat she moved without a hitch and with emphasis that showed she was obviously having fun. When she turned to look at Vaughn, she could only grin widely at how he handled the dance and his own body. Oh, he knew how to dance. She knew she was right!

"Stop making me look bad!" She joked as she clapped her hands above her head with a laugh. It was almost done now, but the beat was too wonderful as she laughed. When was the last time she'd done something as fun and crazy as this?

TAGGED: Vaughn.
NOTES: Thrillaaahhhhhhh

Beam me up and don't look down

When was the last time she had let herself just have fun with simple things like this? When was the last time she'd taken a break and just danced? The after graduation party two years ago. Two years! She had gone without for two years! Good lord, how could she allow this? Yana laughed at Vaughn's apology as they danced together and she moved partway out of the way for the group behind them to take center stage.

The song came to a flourishing end to a loud sound of applause and cheering and Yana raised her hands up above her head, busting one last spin around until she wiped a hand across her bangs and her face so she could see better. Adrenalin bumped through her veins and suddenly, she was glad she'd lost the bet. She had no idea who the man was next to her, but at least he was a good sport. And he could dance!!

Yana already had a flush of healthy pink from the jumping around under the hot lights, but the blush intensified at the old fashioned kiss to her hand. How did he manage to pull that off without looking foolish?? And why was it quiet all of a sudden?

Like a sheep scenting a pack of wolves, she slowly looked up as the corner of the mall went deafeningly silent. Her earlier fear rose up as she looked at the crowd. "Right, er, and now--" Yana let out a yelp as one of the girls halfway hauled herself onto the stage and grabbed her pantleg and tried to yank her down. Vaughn dropped the mic and grabbed her, making a run for it off the stage. Yana ripped the headset off of her and threw it to the side, flat out running next to him. He started to apologize while they ran as they both dodged one of the avid groupies who had been on stage. Yana started running faster as she held onto his hand, making a bee line for the emergency exit. She turned her shoulder so that her hip would hit it first and the power of her shoulder made it fly open as it ricocheted off the wall and led them directly into the food court.

She darted out of the way of a boy with a loaded tray, leading him through the crowded people and to the first safe spot she could think of. "In here, quick!" She veered to the left suddenly and nearly skidded onto the floor as she ran into a packed clothing store. She found the first open dressing room and motioned him in before she ran in herself, shutting and locking the door before leaning against it.

"What in the world are you so famous for, that those--" She had to pause to catch her breath as adrenalin pumped through her veins and her ears were on high alert for any sound of the fangirls. No doubt those crazy women were on their tail and would tear this mall apart looking for them! "--those harpies would kill us both over a simple kiss!?" Her accent was sharper in her distress, even though she'd dropped her voice to a near whisper in case someone over heard them and pointed out their hiding place. There wasn't much room to begin with in this tiny space! Big enough for a person and their clothes, but not two full grown adults.

TAGGED: Vaughn.
NOTES: CRAZY FANGIRLS!

Beam me up and don't look down

Andddd there went the staring. Yana looked up as Vaughn looked at her like she had three heads. "What?" Her tone was a tad impatient as her chest heaved. She hadn't had to run like that since... since high school! "Don't look at me like I'm crazy!"

She winced as he pointed at her and questioned why she came to an exclusive meet and greet if she didn't know who he was. She was quiet for a moment as she tried to catch her breath. "I work constantly, I don't really have time to sit and watch TV or go to movies. The only reason I came was for my friend Rachel who wanted you to sign her poster... and because I lost a bet." That sounded a little bad. "But it was worth it up until your fans tried to grab me by the ankles and off stage!"

She tried to sound up beat as she sank to the floor next to his knees. The little room was cramped and she pushed a stray pair of pants out of the way with her foot as she looked up at him. His head was in his hands and she immediately felt guilty. "Hey... don't worry, it'll be alright." Her voice was soft as she tried to think of something that would comfort him or make him feel better. She sat up and moved to sit on the bench next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll protect you until your staff gets here." The knock on the door made her jump and Yana tensed, eyeing the locked door knob.

Was it a fan? A saleswoman? A saleswoman a fan had sent in to lure them out? Or was she worried that they were making out inside of the cubicle? "Ah, everything's okay, don't worry!" She really, really hoped that the woman didn't try to kick them out of the cubicle and she shot Vaughn a quick look.

TAGGED: Vaughn.
NOTES: CRAZY FANGIRLS!

Beam me up and don't look down

Yana pushed her bangs out of her face as her body slowly started to catch up. She tried to stretch out her legs, but the cramped dressing room wouldn't allow much room. "Well, I would have figured out what you were from eventually!" She cried to her defense. Unfortunately, it seemed that she'd merely stepped in it instead of redeeming herself.

Yana let out a sigh as the saleswoman floundered outside of their door. "There's barely enough room in here to sit, much less fool around." Yana looked up at Vaughn as he used a charming smile and voice. She waited until the saleslady had left before shaking her head. "That right there is why we got chased. Your voice." She motioned to him absently with the wave of her hand so she wouldn't point at him. With a voice like that it was no wonder so many women had swooned all over him. He had given a performance and he knew how to sell himself to the masses like any good actor. If it hadn't been for his harpy fan club, she wouldn't have felt so... what was the word... wary to stand in the same room as him?

No doubt someone had already spilled the whole story to the internet or some news person with a camera who was filming the event--Yana's eyes widened and then she groaned. The event! The whole thing had been filmed! Right then! Yana jumped in her spot on the floor at Vaughn's voice, immediately sitting up straighter. The offer sounded wonderful, especially since she hadn't eaten, but... "Are you sure it's a good idea to eat together in front of your harpy fan club?" The man still hadn't told her what he was famous for either. "N-not that I'm trying to be rude, but I nearly had my ankle clawed off. Unless your security comes with taser shields, I'm not sure how they're going to get you out of the building without a fangirl flinging herself from the banister to land on you..."

The image was so hilarious to her that she actually laughed a little and leaned back against the wall of the dressing room. Being trapped wasn't so bad, but eventually they'd have to leave. Bathroom, food, actually working... duties or necessities would call them out.

TAGGED: Vaughn. NOTES: First thread with Yana, this should be interesting!

Beam me up and don't look down

"Don't you think going out next week would only fan the flames?" Yana's voice was still quiet when she heard the scream off in the distance. There was a mild moment where she groaned and put a hand over her face. The gorgeous man merely flashed her another smile as he tried to cheer her up.

Yana looked at him between her fingers before nodding her head. "I had a lot of fun dancing with you, actually." It was a soft admittance followed by a laugh. "Up until one of your fans clawed at my ankle." She ran a hand over her ankle where she was bunched up on the floor. Her nails had scratched her skin leaving small red welts, but nothing serious.

He went on about how his next movie he was coming out with and asked if she knew it. At this point Yana merely shook her head. If she didn't know his past movies or him at this point, how would she know his next ones? She definitely needed to do some research at this point. "If she was a bad kisser, couldn't you have taught her how to kiss? Or was she being bad about it on purpose to get back at you?" The knock on the door had Yana jumping a little in surprise before she relaxed. "Oh thank goodness!" Yana took the hand that Vaughn offered her and pushed herself up.

She practically bumped into him in the tiny space as the door opened to security detail. There were a few people behind them and someone whipped out a camera and snapped a picture of Yana and Vaughn emerging from the dressing room. Yana ducked her head down as she stood somewhat behind Vaughn. He might have loved the attention, but people snapping her picture was something she was /not/ used to. Yana stepped closer to Vaughn as the security started to get them out of the store by going through the back. "At first I was going to refuse the security detail on my house, but now I'm halfway paranoid someone's going to snap a picture while I walk around or try to shower." She lived in a swanky apartment, but it wasn't that hard to have a wide angle lense and see through windows.

Great, now she was going to be paranoid every time she was naked in her own home. Yana looked towards Vaughn's profile as they got them outside. "What are you going to do in the mean time? I mean... I hope that I haven't ruined your reputation or anything like that." Yana? Ruin a reputation? The thought made her a little queasy with guilt. What if Vaughn had some high profile girlfriend and he got in trouble? "You're not dating or married are you? I'd hate to cause problems between you and your partner if I did." Her words alone should send up red flags that she wasn't just another blond in the crowd, but she actually cared what happened to other people.

TAGGED: Vaughn. NOTES: First thread with Yana, this should be interesting!

Beam me up and don't look down

The Russian kept close to Vaughn as they were hustled out when she felt something heavy drape over her. The lights dimmed for her as a thick black jacket was draped on top of her head. Almost as if... it were a shield! Yana looked up at Vaughn in surprise as he stood between her and the cameras. "Thanks a lot Vaughn," she said with some relief.

Vaughn started to move again and she followed after him, keeping him between the reporters and herself. Which, by the way, had grown in number. Thank goodness for security! She could see the glass doors that led to the outside in the distance, a black limo standing outside of it. Her car was... somewhere. Probably the other lot, if she remembered correctly. Her friend had her car keys, so at least she could drive herself home.

Yana could deal with her reputation when the time came. Her parents were lawyers, after all. If someone needed to be silenced, they'd slam a legal document on that person's desk and call it a day. Oh. hell. Her parents! She'd forgotten all about them! Yana shook her head to herself as she glanced at Vaughn. How did he deal with this all the time? She could hear the bitterness in his tone as he explained it was a price you had to pay, and he was used to not having it.

Yana's eyes lowered for a moment before she discreetly took his hand and squeezed it. Privacy was something she valued, and he'd been stripped of. It didn't matter if you were famous or not, you still deserved something for yourself, right? Once they were outside she let go of his hand and the car came into view. He motioned for her to get in and she gladly did so. Once the door shut behind them, she carefully shrugged the jacket off. The mention of love life actually had Yana laughing out loud as she folded the jacket and put it in her lap.

"I'm a full time dessert intern about to graduate into chef-dom. If I had the time for a love life, it'd be severely lacking at this point. I'm married to frosting and fondant, practically." Yana relaxed and pulled her hair out of the ponytail from earlier and smoothed out her rumpled clothes in absent mindedness. "If I were dating, I hope I'd pick someone who had the intelligence to realize that these things do happen, and not get mad at me later. Surprises, at least." Now was the time for that burning question she'd been dying to ask.

"So, now that I've gotten to somewhat know you as a person... just what are you famous for? Movie wise? I hope that doesn't cause any offense! I just... don't know is all." She could literally feel the sweat drop roll down the back of her head as she rubbed the back of her neck and tried for an embarrassed smile.

TAGGED: Vaughn.
NOTES: See!! He's not so bad, lawl