Redemption

Behind the Cameras

Adriana Adelyn Rocha. The 'it girl'. The teen idol you'd see in a magazine and wish you looked like. She had everything. Money, fame, beauty, brains- you name it, she had it. Everyone wanted to be her. 

She'd plaster a smile on her face, her tan skin glowing and her dark hair falling perfectly around her shoulders. She'd pose for the cameras, those in front screaming for her.

"Adriana, tell us about your fathers new line!"

"Miss Rocha, look this way-"

"Adriana, you look stunning! Who are you wearing tonight?"

She'd simply continue posing, letting the questions fly about in the air, unanswered. She turned and her black dress spun with her, its sequins reflecting and making the surrounding area look glittery. This seemed to make the paparazzi scream louder and praise her, as if she were some dog performing a trick. 

With one last swish of her mousy hair, she walked forwards and into the hotel. She made it past the reception and was then bombarded with more people, each touching up her makeup and fixing her hair. She was hosed down in perfume, then a small woman walked over and waved the crowd away with her hands. She had long brown hair, similar to Adriana's, and was wearing a headset and seemed to be on the phone with someone. 

"I don't care! I need the fabric samples by Monday! We have a deal and if you don't pull your weight- argh this damn wifi!" she exclaimed, removing her headset.

"Adriana, honey, how was the red carpet? Here, best I could get from the tiny pharmacy." She handed the teen a pill box. 

"Stacy, I love you so much right now." She took a some of the paracetamol and swallowed it dry. "The carpet was alright, I guess. The usual for events like this. Thanks, by the way." She help up the box next to her face and waved it for a moment, before placing it onto the small table in the hall next to them. 

"No problem, I know how bad your migraines get with the cameras." She smiled sympathetically, only half of her face visible to Adriana. 

"Too bad Father doesn't understand that." She gave a short, breathy laugh at that, but it still came out sounding sad. The other woman simply sighed.

"I have to get back to bossing these idiots around," she gestured behind her, "will you be alright?" She looked up into her glossy green eyes. They looked open and welcoming, but had the same spark of leadership and determination that her fathers did. 

"I'll be fine." She stated, placing a hand on her head. "I think I'll turn in early tonight. Do you mind telling father I won't be able to make it to the pre-launch party?"

"Of course." She smiled, and then she was gone, walking around and shouting at anyone who wasn't dedicating their life and soul into prepping the hotel.

When Adriana finally arrived in her suite, she collapsed onto her bed. Then she slowly sat up and remembered that her father would kill her is she creased her dress and that she had to take off what felt like a thousand layers of makeup. She groaned and made her way to the bathroom, pyjamas and skincare bag in hand. 

"Adriana Adelyn Rocha," she muttered as she scrubbed at her face. "God, I wish that wasn't me." She thought she could see a tear fall from her eye in the mirror, but her vision was still blotchy from her aching migraine. 

She finished getting ready to go to sleep, and sat down on her bed in the dark. However she stayed sitting, for what felt like hours. Stupid Migraines. She thought. She soon drifted off to sleep and found herself being haunted by a tall figure in her dreams. She wasn't scared of it though. With fear came power, and she had been manipulated by the same figure enough times to know not to give in for what it visited her for. 

It was strange that she saw her father more in her nightmares than in reality.