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really creative, he would write it down and tell the star about it, having a good laugh when they would pass by
later on.
His shift passed rather uneventful, people returning from parties, fans waiting outside, the same old stuff.
The phones were actually a bit busier than usual, the Saturday night providing much for Justin to do. He was
in the middle of locating a 24 hour animal hospital for a guest when someone appeared in front of him, waiting
for attention. Justin held up his hand, indicating that he would be right with them in a moment. Once he had
contacted the guest with the information and arranged for limo service to the hospital, Justin looked up into
the most intense pair of blue eyes he had ever seen. They were red and bloodshot, his smile weary, but still
he was one of the most beautiful people that Justin had ever laid eyes on. He felt his pulse quicken and his
stomach do flips. Justin could barely believe that Nick Carter, THE Nick Carter was right in front of him, waiting
patiently for service. Justin took a deep breath, willing his nerves to calm down.
"H...hello. May I help you sir?"
"Hello. I'd like to check in please. Nick Carter," Nick spoke, producing his identification along side his credit
card. Justin took both cards, hoping that his hand didn't tremble too much, indicating his extreme
nervousness.
Nick Carter was one of his favourite actors, Justin having gone to every single one of his movies. As a gift,
Justin's night manager had managed to score him a ticket to Nick's movie that was screening on the final night
as the festival's closing movie. Although Nick had yet to win an Oscar, he had been nominated twice so far, in
both the Best Actor and Best Supporting Actor categories. The buzz on the circuit was that he was the
favourite to win in next year's awards. And here, this man was standing right in front of him, blonde hair
sticking up in every direction, wearing a pair of thin wired glasses, dressed in a black hoodie, baggy jeans and
a pair of flip flops, his duffle bag thrown over his shoulder.
Justin processed Nick's information, smiling as the reservation appeared on the computer in front of him.
"Well Mr. Carter, you are in room 714. Jacob will bring your luggage up for you." Justin handed Nick his key
cards as well as various other papers, his breath catching in his throat as their fingers grazed one another. "If
you need anything, dial 0-1-0 and you will be connected to the main desk. My name is Justin and I will be here
until morning." Justin wasn't sure why he had added the final part to his speech, most likely because he just
wanted to prolong the conversation with Nick.
Smiling, the blonde actor accepted the cards from Justin, his eyes lingering on the rainbow bracelet around
Justin's wrist. A strange expression crossed his face before it turned into a smile, their eyes locking in an
intense gaze. "Well thank you Justin, I'll have to keep that in mind." Once they broke their gaze, Nick turned
to talk to the person behind him, indicating that he'd be up in his room if they wanted to contact him for
anything. Justin felt bad listening to their conversation, but couldn't help it. He'd overheard Nick saying that
his first conference was at 2 PM the next day and if possible could he not be bothered until at least noon. The
other person agreed and Nick turned back to focus on Justin, flashing him another tired smile. "Well thank
you Justin. I'll probably see you around again."
Justin felt his heart soar to his throat as he managed a nervous smile and blush, looking down at his hands
which were clasped tightly together. He watched the blonde walk towards the elevator, focusing his attention
back to the man in front of him once the doors had closed and Nick was on his way to the seventh floor. "Can I
help you sir?"
"Yes. I'm Christopher Kirkpatrick. I have a reservation here."
Justin entered the name in the computer and waited for the reservation to appear. "Yes. You are in 701."
Justin handed the man his key cards going through his regular speech, not giving him the 'Nick Carter'
extended version.
"Thank you." Christopher spoke, picking up his bag. "And, I'd like to arrange a wake up call for myself for 8
am, as well as one for Mr. Carter for noon."
"One for Mr. Carter sir?" Justin asked. This was the man that Nick had been speaking to and Justin was
curious as to what their relationship was.
"Yes. I'm his personal assistant. He needs to be up for noon, so if you could please arrange a wake up call,
that would be fantastic."
Justin smiled at the short, brunette, nodding his head. "Yes sir. Wake up call for Mr. Nickolas Carter, 12 noon.
And also, one for yourself at 8 am. Anything else Mr. Kirkpatrick?"
The man shook his head and smiled. "No. That's all." After the mini rush of people coming in and out of the
hotel, Justin's mind began to wander to the man who was probably sleeping soundly up in room 714. He had
known that Nick would be staying in their hotel, but never actually thought that he would get the chance to
see him. The phone rang and Justin answered it accordingly, seeing that it was from an inside line. "Front
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