The comment didn't really rattle Billy, he was too disheartened by what came before it. And it shown plainly on his face, his shoulders falling. He didn't know the city well enough to know where Avenue A even was, but it didn't sound like it was all that accessible.
A paranoia on the level for his PR manager started to set in. This was starting to sound like a set up. This guy, with a camera, shows up and starts asking him very pointed questions about his music. Then he blurts out a sob story about a dying friend. He even hands over subtle but convenient proof of a fatal illness. And now, trying to get the letter without the friend present. Logically, Roger couldn't make it due to his illness. But...would a reporter be this underhanded? Set up a ploy like this to get word from the artist himself?
He slowly pulled his hand back, not wanting to look like he was snatching the letter away from Mark's grasp. This was all a really stupid idea. "No...I promised I'd deliver it to Roger myself. I mean, with all the security and everything, it's a big deal. If it got into the wrong hands, well...you said it yourself. It's like a fever."
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A paranoia on the level for his PR manager started to set in. This was starting to sound like a set up. This guy, with a camera, shows up and starts asking him very pointed questions about his music. Then he blurts out a sob story about a dying friend. He even hands over subtle but convenient proof of a fatal illness. And now, trying to get the letter without the friend present. Logically, Roger couldn't make it due to his illness. But...would a reporter be this underhanded? Set up a ploy like this to get word from the artist himself?
He slowly pulled his hand back, not wanting to look like he was snatching the letter away from Mark's grasp. This was all a really stupid idea. "No...I promised I'd deliver it to Roger myself. I mean, with all the security and everything, it's a big deal. If it got into the wrong hands, well...you said it yourself. It's like a fever."