Being an artist. Being a famous celebrity.
Define Hollywood life?
Well, Hollywood Life is innocence at first. It is a dream to live for. An ambition that everybody wants.
Its recognition, reality, and tragedy. Just.. Ugh! It has fortune, it is a murder and a torture to a person.
It is yet obsession, full with deception, scandal and fame.
These words attached won't getting it to me. I'm not going to depend on people or even apply those to my life. It could have been a damage if I did.
Its been months past, since the the day I have auditioned to x factor. I've been through a lot of battles and I'm one of the finalist.
I won in 2nd place. Madilyn Bailey won at the first spot, she used to be my best friend or 'mate' in all the way through music.
But we had different careers. Management won't let us work together. We were defined as solo artists. However, the judges didn't put us as a group. We can collaborate music, but never in a group.
Simon Cowell is my manager. He's going to lead me thrroughout to my career.
He also has another group or band he is handling to.
Its called One Direction.
He put them all together as a band. But they auditioned individually. They barely didn't know each other, but sure they'll be gotten to know each other better.
The band just won last year, so they're not that popular. But they're making a good music, I listened to it once.
Speaking about music, according to my manager, Simon says, i won't be going to sing my own songs or yet either make one. I am new. I should make covers.
I trust Simon, he's the manager, he know what he's doing. And I respectfully accept that.
I pull my phone out of my hand bag. The car granggled as the driver's dropping me off to the studio, again. Going to record another song.
I'm making an album though. Filled with my covers. Can't wait!
I texted simon, telling him I'm on my way.
Few minutes later, we arrived. I grabbed my hand bag and phone and got outside.
Only to be greeted my a huge crowd. Fans and paparazzis everywhere. I signed some few autographs and took a picture with them.
I made my way inside and letting out a sigh of relief. I feel bad though, leaving my fans.
I went inside to the elevator. I pushed the button to 29th floor. This building has 30 floors, 29 is the main for recording music, and the 30th is where the signal is. Which is what we get, to inform social media and internet.
I waited several minutes and got there. To be greeted by Simon. He hugged me and I hugged him back. Tightly.
"How are you?" He asked.
"I'm great." I exclaimed.
"Are you ready?" He asked, as we entered the studio. I nodded my head, "Yes" and answered.
Simon went and talked to David. Our engineer guy with his crew. They sure made plans and talked about how the music is going to be.
They make sure to not to put too much auto-tune on it. Basically, do not put some. Simon wanted my voice to be recorded naturally.
I entered to the recording room and put the headset on. I waited for them to finish, as they gave me the thumbs up. I'm on!
The music blendly started to my headset, filling my ears with it. Its an acoustic version of Fireworks by Katy Perry.
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Started, feeling it as the strums of the guitar blends.
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?
Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?
Screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you?
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
'Cause, baby, you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe
I sang, I can see them grinning. They're liking it.
You don't have to feel like a wasted space
You're original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow
Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it's time you'll know
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
I carry on.
'Cause, baby, you're a firework
Come on, show 'em what you're worth
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
As you shoot across the sky-y-y
Baby, you're a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make 'em go, "Aah, aah, aah"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It's always been inside of you, you, you
And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough
I sang. I sang the chorus back and the last turn.
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon..
I gave a little blend of a tone at the end. Simon and the crew clapped their hands. I would have been proud of my self.
"Great job, Paige!" Simon scoffed.
"Thank you" I said.
2 more songs to be recorded, and do the finishing touches and we're done!
"We're going to put this on the album" David exclaimed.
"What do you want to name it?" Simon asked. "Should I name it?" I questioned.
"Yeah. Its your album, you dork!" Simon joked.
"I should name it..." I paused.
"Begin Again..."
