Celebrities must hate their lives. Always being followed, watched. Their pictures taken on their good days. Their bad days. Every moment, every breathing waking moment is documented for the entire world to see. And the public eats it up like their morning coffee, they just have to have the latest deets on their favorite Hollywood star. What. A. Waste. Why does nobody ever talk about the interesting things going on in the world. Like global warming, or conjoined twins. OR...Guinevere Beck. The latest hot news to hit New York City in a long while. Inspiring writer murdered by her therapist?! Hello? That's golden tv right there people. But no. Like everything else in the city, it was swept under the rug within 3 weeks of her book being sold out. But Ella B, she wasn't tired of it at all. True crime was her guilty pleasure. Mystery, unsolved crimes..She once played a serial killer's voice recording on a first date because the shift in their tone was fascinating...there wasn't a second date.
But dating was something Ella B was quite interested in. Despite all her true from fascination, she did dream of the white picket fences, and twin size beds for her future kids, getting married to 'the one' whatever that meant. So that's why she spent most of her time exercising her thumb through dating apps. Swipe left. Swipe right. How pathetic this generation had become..
Ella B put down her phone, letting out a loud sigh, her breath blowing up her brunette bangs that hung infront of her forehead, tickling her brows as they came back down.
Her apartment was small but comfy at best. She went for a boho, plant mom look when decorating her first apartment, getting all her inspiration from Pinterest boards. But still, it felt empty for a moment. Her green eyes traced the walls of her apartment until she reached her bookshelf that pushed against the back wall. She was slowly filling up collection but she was in dire search of a specific one. Destiny Binds, a timber wolves book she once had a copy of before the move but evidently lost somewhere along the way.
A chime from her phone made her break out of her thoughts, looking down to see her best friend Evan texted her.
'Open Mic tonight! 🎤Need my best friend's support 😨 will you be there?😏'
She laughed at his excessive emoji use. 'Nobody uses emojis anymore!' She once told him, only for his response to use them every chance he got. Evan was an excellent writer and did amazing poetry that would sweep anyone off their feet. He was a man of many talents.
'Wouldn't miss it for the world 🌎 ' she texted back quickly before jumping up from her yellow couch and slipping on her shoes. It would be the perfect time to check the bookstore again, to see if any new arrivals had come in before she heads to the downtown lounge for open mic.
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With her long brunette hair pushed up into a messy bun, Ella made her way downtown. She wore faded grey jeans with a white polo shirt half tucked in and half hanging down. And dirty converse shoes on her feet that scrapped the cement with every step.
The ding of the bell over Ella B's head as she opened the door of the bookstore echoed through the quiet building. Her eyes scanned around, hearing the sound of abba playing softly in the background before walking up the empty front desk. She looked right and then left, noticing a display of Guinevere's beck book still stocked and now untouched. A shame. Ella b turned her head back forward as she waited.
"Hello..?" She called out. "I just had a question.."
