dreamlikenewyork | Entries tagged with [ship] patrick/aiden

sexyinscrubs

Oh my god, I'm an uncle! ♥

mrpublicity

Damage control. It's going to be a long day.

sexyinscrubs

How are you doing, darling?

mrpublicity

Who: Aiden Preston-Lewis and Toby Preston
What: A little bit of advice
Where: Lewis & Co HQ
When: Saturday

Things were crazy. Beyond crazy. Shit had hit the fan from all angles, and Aiden found himself needing to work overtime just to keep on top of things. Which was fine, because Patrick had been well the last few months so he had been putting in more hours at the hospital himself too. Right now, Aiden had crap all over the place in his office because he had all the Electricks boys, Angel and Damien headed for the VMAs, where 'Operation Beard' (as they had fondly come to term it) would be in full force with Raven and Lori on the arms of Chase and Axel. Then there was everything with Justin, which was breaking Aiden's heart because there was so much damage control to do while the poor kid was still in a coma.

He was just finishing a telephone conference regarding a press release for a charity concert the Electricks lads had done in San Francisco for gay rights and as soon as he hung up the phone, his Receptionist buzzed through to him. "Toby Preston here to see you, boss," she told him and Aiden's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Toby? Patrick's young cousin was here to see him? Of course, Aiden's stomach did a little nervous flip that something might be wrong, but instead of jumping to conclusions, he got up from his desk and went through to the foyer of his office.

"Toby? Come through, kiddo. What's up?" he asked and then thanked his Receptionist, asking her to hold all calls for now. Toby got up and came over, and he put a hand down on his shoulder with a soft squeeze. "You okay? You want a Coke?"

mrpublicity

FOOTLOOSE SCANDAL: ENTIRE CAST FIRED!
The entire cast of the upcoming Broadway revival of Footloose The Musical have been fired by producer, Caden Drake, Jr. in the wake of a drug scandal. The news comes following rumours that fresh Broadway talent handpicked by Drake, 16 year old Justin Campbell, set to take the lead role of Ren McCormack, is hospitalised in a critical condition following a drug overdose at a cast party.

"Justin's a minor. The older members of the cast had a responsibility and obligation to him to take care of him," says Drake. "I refuse to have illicit substances anywhere near my productions. We're starting from scratch, and the production won't continue until Justin recovers to reprise his role as Ren. Until then, the production is on indefinite hold and auditions will be held to recast the entire production. It is a damn shame those not responsible have to lose out for those who are, however you know showbiz, it is impossible to truly know who was initially to blame and the question needing to be asked was those who didn't report the drug involvement just as guilty by association of not speaking up? I won't tolerate this behaviour, especially working with minors. The recast will set future example that zero tolerance means just that."

The Drake family have been a large part in Broadway successes of many in the past, and it seems they have no intention of letting that quality slip for a handful of those who wish to sully the experience by breaking the law. No news at this point comes of Justin's condition and his family have requested respect for Justin's privacy at this difficult time.

mrpublicity

Preview of some of Justin's PR and press photos for Footloose on Broadway, and a bonus vine from a rehearsal - due for public release Monday - with Justin Campbell

( 08-16-2014... )

halfwaytoheaven

I'm speechless... and got something stuck in my eye.

Beau Watson-Shaw shared Aiden Preston-Lewis' status.

I have to say, it's been some pretty neat timing, but Angel was officially announced as an ambassador of Kids Beating Cancer today, something he wanted to sign up for in honour of his new brother-in-law, Beau. The gesture probably means a whole lot more to him now, however.

mrpublicity

I have to say, it's been some pretty neat timing, but Angel was officially announced as an ambassador of Kids Beating Cancer today, something he wanted to sign up for in honour of his new brother-in-law, Beau. The gesture probably means a whole lot more to him now, however.

angelwithoutwings

I need you to clear my schedule for at least the next week. Longer if you can swing it.

sexyinscrubs

Why does it always feel like everyone else is managing to have the one thing you really want but can't get?

aussielawyer

Aiden's offering to pay me to sign my kid up. For recording contracts, for Broadway, for anything. WTF is my life these days? I just want the kid to eat his carrots without hiding them under the mashed potatoes.

mrpublicity

That's it. I'm quitting and joining the circus. This one isn't supposed to be the problem child.

notskywalker

I have Aiden and Andy stress balls in stereo. They could at least be useful and help me restock the bar. ~~Trying not to be butthurt Andy's getting a baby before I do...~~

mrpublicity

EXCLUSIVE!

Angel Shaw to team up with Aussie band fresh to US shores, Electricks to record a charity album of classic rock tributes. The first single to be released will be a cover of I Want It All by Queen and a concert at Madison Square Garden will be held for lucky fans who win TV and radio competitions around the country. All profits will go to the American Leukemia Foundation, the New York City Anti-Violence Project, the National Multiple Sclerosis Foundation and The Trevor Project.

TRACK-LISTING:

1. I Want It All by Queen
2. Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC
3. Have You Ever Seen The Rain by CCWR
4. Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones
5. Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas
6. The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
7. I Was Made For Loving You by KISS
8. Dream On by Aerosmith
9. Let It Be by The Beatles
10. You Really Got Me by The Kinks
11. Money for Nothing by Dire Straits
12. Beautiful Day by U2

mrpublicity

Someone who is religious throw a few prayers in my honour this way. Between Angel and his flip-flopping between badboy and sex god, Braden with rumours of his dick being thrown all around New York, and my new brood touching down in NYC this week, I'm going to need alcohol and maybe a really huge joint.

Whose brilliant idea was it to get into PR again?

mrpublicity

Thought we'd use the bad boy angle to our advantage. His popularity has shot through the roof.

mrpublicity

Some days, I have no idea why I became a freaking publicist.

halfwaytoheaven

Went to a party on the beach with a bunch of Rose's old friends.

Had a few too many to drink.

Angel had a lot too many to drink.

Punched out Rose's old BF and landed him in hospital.

On the twins' birthday.

Paging Dr Aiden?

mrpublicity

It's weeks like this I wish I could smack my clients...

mrpublicity

Aiden Preston-Lewis shared a link - with Scott Morgan and Maggie Gresham

BROADWAY SUPERSTAR IMPROMPTU SERENADE... BUT TO WHOM?

New York's very own Prince Charming, Scott Morgan, best known for his leading role in Broadway's Cinderella surprised local fans with an impromptu live performance at musical hotspot, The Bondi, on the weekend. Morgan crooned his own rendition of the Aerosmith classic, I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing to excited patrons of the popular bar. But the question on everyone's lips was whether Morgan was singing the love song to someone special, and if so... who was the lucky recipient?

English born and bred Morgan, whose career launched on London's West End, has a reputation for his extensive real life charm with the ladies. Currently a much sought-after bachelor, his latest performance has his die-hard fans wondering if he has been plucked off the market. Rumour has it that Maggie Gresham, Morgan's latest co-star in the Cinderella production, may be his princess both on and off the stage. But without any sightings of Ms Gresham at The Bondi the night of Morgan's performance and Morgan yet to publicly confirm any rumours, passionate fans are still hoping their foot might one day fit Morgan's glass slipper and bag their very own talented prince.

"" (Watch on YouTube)

mrpublicity

Fan reaction to the new look is in overdrive, but I think we can officially say the damage control was more than successful. Press all done, just the concert to go before the kid can finally rest.

sexyinscrubs

I don't know what part of "identical" people don't get. It means we were born anatomically exactly the same. I'll leave you with that science lesson to come to your own conclusions.

angelwithoutwings

Who: Angel Shaw, Aiden Lewis, Mandy Fitzpatrick and Keiran O'Leary (posting order)
What: The comeback
Where: Terminal 5, NYC
When: Monday

Angel had actually bounced back from his operation quicker than anticipated. Sure, he was getting disapproving glares and huffy noises from Austin and his parents in concern Angel was doing too much too quickly, but when Aiden had suggested booking an impromptu concert to launch his new look with audience members only ticket winners of a massive radio competition where his fans had to sing his biggest hits over the radio to win tickets to see him life, Angel was in. Especially when Aiden suggested it could be a charity fundraiser for the Multiple Sclerosis Society, a charity close to his heart for obvious reasons. Angel was pumped. He had been isolated too long and he wanted to get back up on stage. So, despite the disapproval and worry, there he was, back on the stage at Terminal 5 rehearsing and sound-checking for the concert that would happen that coming weekend.

It was only him, his band, and two of his back-up singers. Angel need to get a feel for the venue before assembling the whole entourage with the lights, bells and whistles. He was up in the middle of the stage in just a pair of low-slung hip-hugging long denim shorts and a tight white tank. His hair was tossled with some sort of trendy product Rhett had just attacked him with back-stage, wanting to show the versatility of the hairstyle. Angel didn't care, he just wanted to get to the mic. He started to sing a fiery cover of Titanium and when he felt the lights just that bit too bright, he put his hand up and gestured for the lighting guys to lower them a bit, closely followed by another known gesture to the sound guy to kick up the bass just a little. Keiran was getting lost and it was sounding too tinny. He knew Aiden would be here any minute, and was probably going to try pleading his case about Angel needing a PA, but so far, Angel just wasn't buying it. It was going to take more pleading of the case to get him to come around.

kicksbigballs

There was a change in Pat this visit, and Cameron sensed it immediately as soon his twin walked into the room. Actually the track pants and t-shirt with just Aiden's leather jacket over the top was probably a big indicator. Pat was usually pretty flashy and trendy in his dress. This almost looked like he hadn't felt like taking the effort he usually did... or maybe he didn't have the energy to. Cameron watched as Pat sat in the visitor's chair with his legs curled up underneath him. He had his chin resting on his hand as he watched the rain outside the window. He wasn't very talkative either. "What's up, buddy? Are you feeling sick?" Cameron finally asked.

Pat blinked as he drew his eyes from the view out the window. He gave a slight nod and shifted in the seat. "A little," he confirmed but gave his brother a small smile. "I'm okay. Tired and sore. Sorry for spacing out. I think I left my brain in bed this morning."

( Cameron frowned... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

wannabesurgeon

Who: Liam Morgan, Damien Larson and anyone else who is there!
What: Damien's performance ala DVD recording
Where: The Bondi (aka Luke's Bar), Soho
When: Friday night

Tonight was such a big night for Damien. It had been in the works for some time before he broke his ankle and the plans had to be put on the back-burner. It was a stroke of genius from Aiden to release a DVD showcasing Damien's pure and raw talent, for fans to really see him in the flesh and rev them up for the upcoming release of his album that he was working on with Lachlan. Of course, in the meantime, he had met Liam and Liam wouldn't miss this night for the world. He had requested the night off work for it especially and managed to score the next day off too when he told the boss that it was an important event to him. It was a sell-out show, too, and probably one of the first times the intricate six degrees of separation in their bunch was really evident. Liam was amazed how many links there were, and he was slightly starstruck in surprise when he realised Angel Shaw was there, one of Aiden's other pet projects that he had gotten to international stardom. It was a massive night, to say the least.

Damien had already gotten through most of his show, and after that he would be able to relax while the bar hosted an after-party for him. Liam was in one of the booths lining the wall that was closest to the stage, and he hadn't taken his eyes off Damien all night. He was fascinated seeing Damien in full professional swing for his show, and beyond proud that this guy was his boyfriend. He was in a booth with Nat, James, James' partner and her girlfriend, and Riley, who was James' partners' twin. Then a short time later Joanne's brother, Simon, joined them and squished in next to Riley, followed by Beau, who sandwiched Riley right up against Simon, but there had been no other seats left in the house. Liam didn't, however, miss when Beau looked across the room with a veiled smirk on his lips in the direction of Angel Shaw, who was sharing a booth with his brother and Rose on one side, and Rose's sister, Scott, and Matty on the other side. Angel was about the only one who didn't have someone squashed up beside him because he was recovering from an operation, and Liam... because he didn't like anyone in his personal space unless he wanted them there.

That was when Damien came out for his encore and final song of the night. Everyone was cheering for him, and Liam wondered how he did it. He wasn't sure if he would have the balls to get up and sing in front of a room packed full of people... Damien was thriving on it, though, and he took the mic again and cleared his throat, seeming to be overcome by a wave of something Liam could only think was a hint of shyness or bashfulness as he explained the next song was a special one. Liam glanced around, wondering what was so special about it, but if it was even a tenth of anything like all his other songs, Liam would be mesmerised again.

mrpublicity

Who: Aiden Lewis and Angel Shaw
What: Damage control
Where: Surgical Ward, Mount Sinai Hospital
When: Evening following Angel's show-gone-wrong

Aiden had gotten right off the plane from London and come to the hospital to see Angel. He got an update from Angel's mom, explaining that he had been asleep most of the day, and when he had been awake, he was groggy and not really with it. Anesthetic had the capacity of making his Chronic Fatigue worse, but it was the lesser of two evils when your appendix had gone and ruptured on you. Aiden knew Angel's family would be waiting to spend time with him, but he had a PR storm brewing that he needed to put some damage control into place for before the rumours took too much of a firm foundation. He wasn't going to make any calls without Angel's go-ahead, though. Aiden might be the wiz with Public Relations, but he never did anything until the client gave the tick of approval. He was risking probably taking a fabulous flogging from Angel's twin getting to speak to him first, but hopefully Austin would ruffle his gay feathers too much.

He was sitting at Angel's hospital bedside waiting for him to wake up, tending to some other business matters by email on his iPad. He had called Patrick to let him know he arrived safely, and Pat was just leaving for the hospital to go spend some time with Cameron. When Angel woke up, Aiden let him get his bearings a little before he spoke, but Angel was clearly feeling sore and rough. Aiden shoved his iPad back into his messenger bag and sat forward in his seat. "Evening, sunshine," he greeted him quietly. "How are you feeling?"

kicksbigballs

Who: Cameron Preston and Patrick Preston-Lewis
What: Finally, a heart-to-heart
Where: Liverpool General Hospital
When: Follows THIS and THIS

It was pissing down rain outside in Liverpool that afternoon, and it was enough to match Cameron's mood. He was sitting up in the hospital bed for the first time in days, but it didn't make him any happier to be there. His iPod served as no relief, nor did any number of the magazines and books his family had brought him. He had a visit from a bunch of his team mates that morning who had come to offer the sympathies that he was out, and for an unknown period of time. The visit had been sombre, each man knowing exactly how it would feel to be in Cameron's position. He knew Pat was due to come soon and he found himself really wishing his brother would appear. He missed him. He missed him a lot.

( Almost as if on cue, Pat appeared in the doorway of Cameron's room with an elaborate hand gesture, adorned in one of Cameron's Liverpool jerseys, and started singing loudly and passionately... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

mrpublicity

Oh bloody freaking hell. Somehow got to pull some epic damage control out of my ass from across the ocean. How the fuck can they be saying the poor kid is a drug addict or terminally ill?!

sexyinscrubs

Who: Patrick Preston-Lewis and Cameron Preston
What: Reunited
Where: Liverpool General Hospital, UK
When: Early morning following Cameron's accident

The flight had been terrible and Pat had never been so glad to get off a plane in his life. It had always been Lachlan's domain to hate flying and get airsick, but the turbulence on route just made Pat's already shattered nerves panic him ten-fold. Aiden had gotten them first class seats, but even that didn't help. It was a miracle he made it through without completely breaking down. They were met at the airport by Pat older brother, William, who drove them to the hospital where Mr and Mrs Preston were. The commentary from Bill on the drive explained that Cameron had fractured the kneecap of his left knee, dislocated his shoulder and had a bad concussion. He had also continuously asked for Pat the whole time he was in the ER, which just left Pat feeling confused and upset even more. Not to mention distressed that he hadn't been able to reach England before that point. By the time they reached the hospital, however, the emergency surgery to try and repair the knee was over and they were waiting for Cameron to be transferred from Recovery to the Surgical ward. Pat was a Surgical and Anaesthesia nurse, so he knew the procedure. It didn't help dilute the worry and fear, though. If anything, it just made it worse.

( Cameron came to pretty quickly considering, which wasn't always a good thing post-op... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

sexyinscrubs

Who: Patrick Preston-Lewis and Aiden Lewis
What: When the calm before the storm can never last
Where: Pat and Aiden's apartment, Upper East Side
When: Morning after the Twin Skype Fight

Cameron was playing one of his final games of the English Premier League with Liverpool FC. The only time Patrick ever missed any of his twin's games on cable was if he was too sick to watch and couldn't tolerate the light of the screen. Only the evening before, they had a huge fight over Skype, when Cameron came to Patrick and asked why he hadn't talked to him about wanting a baby. Pat tried to explain that he hadn't even discussed it extensively with Aiden yet, and he was going to, but life had just been getting away from him with his health patchy right at best, in the wake of his recent MS relapse. But not even a fight would stop Patrick watching the game nearing the season finals, even it made him miserable to know Cameron wasn't talking to him right now.

It was half time in game and Pat had been watching Aiden sitting beside him out the corner of his eye. It had probably been a good half an hour since Aiden's eyes seemed to even focus on the screen and now his head slipped off his hand that had only just been managing to hold it upright. Pat reached over and caught Aiden's forehead with his palm before he banged his head on the arm rest. He smiled a little as Aiden blinked groggily, clearly not realising he had been veering closer and closer to falling asleep by the minute. "Go to bed, sweetheart," Pat told him quietly. "It's very late."

( “No, I can wait,” Aiden said through a wide, loud yawn... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

sexyinscrubs

Who: Patrick Preston-Lewis and Aiden Lewis
What: The aftermath
Where: Aiden and Pat's home
When: Morning after THIS

Aiden intercepted Pat at the bathroom door with his bathrobe and a bottle of Gatorade. "Pat," he said softly. "We need to... talk... or something."

Pat held up his hand, barely meeting Aiden's eyes with a glance. "Can't this just wait until I'm not hungover and vomiting?" he mumbled hoarsely, stiffly pulling the bathrobe on over his pyjama pants. "When did these goddamn bedroom lights get so bright?" He closed his eyes and felt his way over to the bed where he proceeded to crawl gingerly onto it and curl up into a ball on his side, hugging the bathrobe tightly around him.

"Pat, we need to talk about this. We're married now. You don't need to do the pushing away thing anymore," Aiden told him, following him to the bed.

"I know we're married! That's why the fucking shit hit the fan!" Pat snapped in frustration.

( Aiden reeled, staring at Pat with as much shock as probably would have come if Pat physically slapped him. The words probably hurt just as much... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

sexyinscrubs

Who: Patrick Preston-Lewis and Cameron Preston
What: Epic Twin Fight
Where: The Bondi, New York City
When: Shortly after Aiden and Pat got married in 2008

Although the plan had been for their friends' double wedding to be simple, understated and small, it was really impossible to keep it like that in essence. With four people getting married, that meant four separate pockets of guests had to be accounted for and included. Pat had done just about everything he could to suggest ways to keep it simple, but the families were massive. By the time everyone was listed, there were going to be close to a hundred guests. That really wasn’t a small wedding.

( Of course, included on the guest list was Pat’s twin brother, Cameron... )

RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE

mrpublicity

Just witnessed a massive Skype twin fight. So much on the dejavu after we got married. When will they learn to not keep shit from each other?

mrpublicity

I just had some women completely try tear me a new asshole for preferring surrogacy to adoption, and then accuse me of "probably supporting abortion too" and "not caring about homelessness". This is what I get for standing reading a parenting magazine without buying it first.

sexyinscrubs

If one this is romanticised in movies and TV shows, it's the IVF process.

mrpublicity

I shouldn't have Googled parenting...

sexyinscrubs

muserevival: Well, that wasn't supposed to happen.

Patrick had run his proposition over and over in his head many times before he plucked up the courage to approach his husband with it. Each and every time, it had come out way more classily and effective than it actually had by the time the words made it out of his mouth. He never meant to just throw the desire in Aiden’s face and run. He had been going to just suggest it casually to him, and suggest they both take a little time to consider it, but as he had perched there on the edge of Aiden’s desk, breaking out in a small sweat of anticipation with his heart thumping wildly in his chest, it had hit him like a tonne of bricks just how damn much he actually wanted this.

He wanted a baby of their own. He wanted to be a daddy. He had everything else he never thought he would ever manage to get. A gorgeous husband, money, a career he had worked hard for. What he didn’t have was his health, and that was the biggest, most difficult roadblock he had continued to hit on his own. It was why he couldn’t go it alone any longer. He needed his soul mate and his partner in crime to try to get past this next bit; the bit he couldn’t shake for the life of him.

Fatherhood. And he wanted it with so much crushing yearning that it was now or never. And never suddenly seemed so much easier than now.

scottishpride

Who: Lachlan Campbell, Patrick Preston, Aiden Lewis, Scott Morgan, Liam Morgan and Damien Larson (Posting order)
What: When kismet becomes downright WTF
Where: The Studio at the Campbell Home in Bedford, NY
When: Afternoon following THIS and THIS

Today was potentially a pretty big deal for Damien. Aiden had a new client who was hot on Broadway and working on a solo album. He saw potential in them doing an original duet together because they had distinctly different styles that could really showcase their musical variety. Lachlan had seen the guy in a show he took Tara too for her birthday, and he was exceptionally talented. This could be a really hot deal. But Damien hadn't done duets with anyone, let alone someone really different to his style. Lachlan was here to work with them both and coach them on ways to connect, but also on board to potentially write the song if he thought they could make it work. He had his studio for three years now, and had helped a few independent artists record albums. This was Aiden wanting to get both these kids signed to labels. One already was, and he wanted Damien to score his own big deal which was already in discussions.

Aiden was going to arrive with his other client really soon. In the meantime, Lachlan was soundchecking the equipment with an impromptu acoustic cover of Losing My Religion. He had Damien on a stool nearby backing him to warm his vocals and also making sure his guitar was tuned. Then there was poor Patto, sitting in the corner of the studio looking like death warmed over, seedy with a lingering hangover from the bender the night before. Lachlan now knew the source of that, but there hadn't been time to actually sink his teeth into it. This meeting had been arranged for weeks, and there was no putting it off. He had a deep purple knitted earflap hat on pulled down over his ears, but it matched his outfit perfectly (as usual) and he was sipping a bottle of Gatorade, mostly just trying to pretend he was part of the furniture. At least he had claimed the comfy recliner so he could chill out.

Damien seemed understandably nervous. He was still young and worried people wouldn't like his shit. This was putting it on the line for someone he didn't even know, and it was a big deal. It was part of why Lachlan thought this would be good. It would be a great confidence boost for Damien to work with another professional musician. At the end of the day, if this just turned out to be a cool jam session, they would still walk away with something.