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y/n has always been the the shining light of hollywood. her parents, jack and roselyn y/l/n are famous actors who fell in love on set. they always talk about how it was love at first sight but she never really believed them. while she...
I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping peacefully and my phone fucking ringing. Thankfully it stopped after a few minutes, so I groaned and rolled over, about to go back to sleep, but it rang again.
"fuck man, I'm trying to sleep," I muttered, looking at who was calling,
'manager'
I answered the call and put it up to my ear,
"good morning!" Ryan (my manager) shouted.
"do you know what time it is?" I looked at my alarm clock, "6:50 in the fucking morning!"
"so? your plane for new york leaves in 6 hours, and you need to get there on time; I know you aren't the best at time management."
"fuck you."
"Oh shut up, you love me."
"at this moment, I want to strangle you."
"you can strangle me in the plane now; get ready! We need to get there on time, so you aren't late to set, and the plane ride is going to take 5 hours."
"fun. Bye-bye now-"
"wait, wait wait wait. after you're done getting ready, don't forget to post something, do a little hint to the people you are acting for scream six, okay? I'll meet you at the airport! Don't be late." He said before he hung up on me.
I groaned, getting up; what a fantastic way to start the day, am I right? walking to the bathroom, I looked at myself,
"I look fucking awful," I said, chuckling to myself and showering. After I was done showing, I put my clothes on and packed my suitcase. It didn't take long since I already had most of the stuff ready to go two days ago. I took a picture of myself so that Ryan wasn't on my ass anymore and left for the airport.
Leaving my apartment, I got into my dodge challenger.
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Though most people think it's my parent's money, it really isn't. I worked hard to become an actor and producer, and I would never take their money.
Once I finally got to the airport and into the parking lot, I had a feeling paparazzi was near. It's like a spidey sense but with celebrities. I quickly put on a mask before getting out of the car and entering the airport. Lo and behold, there the paparazzi are with their annoying cameras, but there are also fans as well. I took some pictures with the fans and made my way through security and into my designated terminal.
I usually go to a specific private terminal because, one, I'm forced to, and two, because I don't want to be bombarded by fans and paparazzi. Though I love my fans wholeheartedly, I don't want to have to deal with them in an airport. Once I finally got to the seating area, I spotted Ryan waving me over to where he was, and I walked over there.
"you haven't posted yet," he said, and I rolled my eyes,
"hold on," I said, giving him my phone and letting him take pictures of me. He did so, then gave it back, and I finally posted after like two days. Even though I haven't posted in two days, I still tweet, but it's been two days since I posted myself.
