Your Pretty Face Won't Get You Anywhere

Chapter 32-I START YOUTUBE!!! (featured chapter)

(Note: All companies and names are made up)

Michael woke me up. "Damn bitch I see a juicy fat arse I wanna smack..." I said, sleepily. Michael pushed me off the lavender smelling bed covered in leather and soft shit from head to toe (do beds have toes?). "Ugh..." I groaned as I rolled on the marble floor. Hotels are so juicy...I mean lovely-hehe? Anyway, he pulled me up and shoved the red alarm clock in my face. "15:00! Damn Sona, stop sleeping and workout!" He dropped me on the ground-softly-and I rolled until my blanket locked with 'the monster under the bed' and I couldn't roll any further. "Heeeelp..." I moaned quietly into my blanket. (The fabric was so sooooft...) It was from the company 'Privacase' and was known for making beds and luxury stuff in 10-star hotels (yes, 10 stars) and rich people's houses. Like, a year ago I was cleaning toilets, and now I'm living in the luxury actress Davies Drench would be having! Michael pulled me up and shoved a camera in my hand. "Didn't you want to start Youtube? We are in Vegas, and Youtuber FazerRed lives here. Maybe start making videos about visiting all those people!" "I-I already have to shoot the show..." I said, groaning sleepily. Michael shoved me into the walk-in closet even though I was practically sleeping and snoring.

One hour later, I was in the hotel cafeteria to pick up my lunch. Anxiety level: off the effing chart. I was in a grey hoodie, black sandals with chipped purple nail polish and blue striped shorts. Really weird. And I know it was weird because people were staring at me. Can I tell you something weird? There was a woman with a chihuahua in the corner in a red dress, a white feather boa that was really thick and a massive golden necklace. She even had black stilettos at the age of 40! She was holding a golden cup thing-did Jesus hold that?-and was looking at me in disgust. Yea, she was the only one that looked like Jesus's girlfriend but in the modern era. Wait, when Jesus was about 25, was he even married? Damn, I should switch to Christianity. Anyway, even if the Bible did give me any knowledge about Jesus's girlfriend, I would rather like to know why she had like 7 bodyguards. Like, I have never seen her and If I had then the whole room would be crowded with reporters and shit-and I would not be able to see her at all because of the crowd anyway. Then she stood up and called for me for some reason. Great. "Ah! Sona!" she said, in an ugly singing tone. I groaned and put my hood up, and walked briskly towards the door. She followed me, her creepy sing-song voice fading. Then she stood up and trampled over her millions of handbags and ran up to me. I was still quite far from her, around 10 paces. My breath quickened. I don't even know her! Plus on the form, it had all of the cast, directors, staff, etc. (for my show I mean) and she wasn't on there! My anxiety was starting to build up as I rummaged in my pocket for my keys. "Sonaaa!" she said again in her ugly singing voice. I hated that. I jogged quickly-nearly a run-trying to hide my fear. Her chihuahua had followed her and she tripped over it. I ran away from the scene. Thank you tiny-dog-without-a-name. 

I was panting for the rest of the way as I unlocked my hotel room door. Michael had set up a camera and laptop. "Starting Youtube eh?" I said. "We are. Don't you know the millions of fans that want us to start Youtube?" "WE are?" "Yup." He turned around on the swivel chair and looked at me. "Why are you panting?" "Oh no, just the heat. And a little scared about the videos." I laughed nervously. "Oh, that's alright no worries. So, I added our logo of course, and the header...you can design." "Sure!" I set the food down on the table by the window and sat on the bed. "Where do I start?" He pointed at my tablet and I understood. It was so much fun designing all the stuff that we had lost ourselves into Dreamland, even though we weren't asleep...