Chantrel Miles
"No place to go, except with you"
- Chantrel was currently in her sixth month of pregnancy with band member Gavin Johnson, and this was the precise topic of which an interview was being held just before a concert they were going to have, while on tour. Chantrel sat quietly, leant back against a comfortable couch, her hand on Gavin's lap as she ran the other over her growing belly. Chantrel was dressed in a light pair of capris jeans along with a green tshirt, "The Hutch" written down on the front in a grungy font. She had lost the sexy dressing several months ago, just as she found out about her pregnancy. The other band members moved gently down onto the chairs and couchs provided in the room for the interview. As the reporter sat across from them all, he began as soon as the camera was ready to go. -
rep. - Alright then.. let's cut right to the chase. Mr. Johnson, Ms. Miles.. sources say that this pregnancy was planned? Would you care to comment?
- Chantrel got quite the look as she felt angered and upset about the question in all, but also by the way the reporter had spoken it. She scoffed, shaking her head some. -
C.M. - If you're going to ask the questions she could at the least say it properly. The pregnancy was planned, but not the fact that it was going to be Mr. Johnson. I wanted to bare a child and had gone through one try of artificial insemination, but unfortunely it hadn't worked. I missed the next try, but a month later my doctor called to tell me the news of my pregnancies after a check up days before. I suppose faith had something to do with the fact that it was Gavin's.
- Chantrel looked around a little bit, then whispered to Gavin, frowning a little. She pouted when she frowned, and it made her look adorable, undeniable. -
"Baby, I'm really hungry. I have a craving for pickles and ice cream again. Please?"
- The others had tried to listen to what she was saying, but only caught slight whispers. The reporter coughed to show he was ready for the next question and then began. -
Rep. - Mr. Johnson.. is it true that you slept with manager, Chantrel Miles, so that she would sign the band? Sources say it's true.
- Chantrel's eyes widened and she sat up in the couch, almost about ready to stand and turn the reporter into pulp. She stood, frowning as Gavin moved in her way and as Mac's hands tried to pull at her arm to escort her out for some air. -
C.M. - This is bull.. and it's pissing me off. What kind of questions are these.. they're making me look like a slut.
- She tried to avoid comments from others, and focused on those coming from Gavin. She was on the verge of crying, tears welling in her eyes. She was an emotional wreck since she'd entered her middle months of pregnancy. Finally, the reporter had pushed her button. -
Rep. - Look, beautiful, the truth hurts.
- As Chantrel heard the last comment, se leapt forward ar the reporter, managing to get him at the least a nice black eye before she was yanked off by Gavin and the boys and escorted outside of the building. She ran her hands over her stomach, frowning deeply as she looked to Gavin who stood before her. -
"I want a drink.. I want a shot of something. I can't take this, I'm about to run back in there and turn him into orange juice. And why isn't anyone else out here?
- The other members had stayed inside, trying to pull Mac and the reporter's hands off each other after a fight had broken out. Mac had at least given him another shinner, and a few cuts to his lip, though he wasn't untouched, he had a few aswell. -