16 Days To Go

See this entry for an explanation of this madness.

Orlando paused for the cameras, screaming fans in every direction.

His hair was perfect, his eyes alive. He wore a red and white striped long-sleeved shirt, and he was vaguely aware of Elijah having shaken his head despairingly at it.

He smiled over his shoulder to where his co-star was signing more and ever more autographs, distractedly rattling off a few himself as he did so.

He never worked out why he turned around, threw his elbows out at such a wild angle to pull his mouth out wide using each index finger. Stuck his tongue out. The cameras flashed.