Why he decided to become an idol was a reason buried deep under early mornings and numerous cups of coffee. Waking up at such ungodly hours was always a negative for him and it only made the boy question why he did it. Surely there was a silver lining somewhere, right? He can barely keep his eyes open as he tries to dig up the reason in his mind, cup of coffee clutched in one hand while the other reaches out to open the door leading into a rather spacious studio. His steps echo within the large building as he brings the beverage he was holding to his lips, rather hot liquid blanketing his tongue and coating his throat as he satisfies the crave for the caffeine intake.
Just remember Anthony, you’re singing and dancing to give people hope.
Recently, Anthony’s producers had thought that it would be a good idea for him to partner up with another someone for a sort of collaboration event. It would be a good way to get the boy’s name out there as well as have the other man do so as well. Even though Anthony and this man had never met, they were scheduled to practice dancing and singing together for the next couple of weeks. It would be a great way to bond and get to know one another and form a relationship that would deem itself appropriate for the public eye. And truth be told, Anthony was excited, albeit tired, but excited nonetheless! He loved working with other people and performing with them, it was always so much fun working with someone. Hopefully he could emote a little bit of excitement by the time the other man walked in here —– but dear god he was still so incredibly tired.
The young man manages to get a few minutes of stretching in by the time he hears the door open. And low and behold, in walks a man— late thirties, considerably shorter than the brunet who stands at six feet and one inch, but it was without a doubt that this was the person he’s been waiting for.
❝ Keith, right – ? ❞ He asks, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. Please give him some credit, he’s trying his best to be the morning person that he’s obviously not, ❝ – I’m Anthony, the one you’re supposed to work with. Sorry it’s so early but apparently now’s the best time to get practice in. Supposedly starting early is better for this type of thing. ❞
early rises were a simple feat , a normal wake up at about 5 in the morning for the hero , a wonderful finish for preparations of the day by 6 am and a walk in the park with john for an hour each day ( another occurs in 12 hours if he’s available ) his arrival to the studio one which was prompt and tidy . he makes his was in simply , sweetly , and with a smile brighter than the sun itself on his face . sky high was an early bird and a night owl all in one , naps reserved solely for days off . his occupation hardly allowed such rest ! the humiliation he’d feel if he was late on duty --- how horrifying !!
‘ correct and correct again ! it’s great to meet you . ’
and he goes in for the handshake , a friendly and welcoming gesture . it was by keith’s own request to be granted permission to refrain from donning his attire . a belief that it would allow the two to bond more during the process , he believed . if they were to know and see each other’s faces then would they not find themselves closer ? of course , if this method proves itself unsuccessful , a repeat would not ensue . not that he would mind in the end . his identity being a secret is more important and he understood that not everyone can be barnaby brooks jr . he was sky high --- someone else entirely . being a hero that hid his face was a part of his brand .
‘ the time is nothing to worry about ! ’ beaming , he does continue . ‘ starting early for anything gives you more time to make of the day ! i enjoy mornings myself . ’ he sets a bag he’d brought with him on a bench , rummaging around in it to pull out a bottle of water to place next to and a towel next to that . keith really had come prepared , hadn’t he ? ‘ shall we start soon ? ’