Mr.Right Broke My Heart

Chapter One

Mr. Right, Not

Chapter 1: Mr. Right Now

My head was hurting from sitting down for more than an hour whilst having Cameron simultaneously drill what would go on tonight into my head. I loved her but she was too good at her job. I felt nervous enough without her constantly telling me that one mistake and my career is over. I knew she was kidding- or atleast I hope she was.

"Enough Cameron I know what to do," I said, laughing as Cameron glares at me for interrupting.

She stood there tapping her louboutin's repeatedly against the dull gray carpeting.

"Fine, go ahead," I surrendered.

No one could stand to look at Cameron's bright blue eyes stare daggers into your soul. It was heart wrenching and down right disturbing, the poor girl had me and all four of her brothers wrapped around her finger with that trick.

"Now, the premier is live, so no mistakes," she cleared her throat as she continued on pacing the length of her rather large office.

It amazed me sometimes how she managed to stay here for hours planning the lives of all her clients and still managed to find time to keep herself a very happy baseball player boyfriend, all in those deliriously high heels. She drawled on for what seemed like days about my schedule and told me everything I needed and would be doing for the next week.

"Hey, you've got to listen to me one of these days I could be the only thing that stops you from becoming some bad child-starlet everyone once loved." she ended.

As if I would have to worry about my image anytime soon, the world for me looked happy and the sun had a way of shining in my favor nowadays.

"Also remember to tell that guy of yours to dress nice, no skinny jeans and ridiculous leather, I don't know why those musicians dress so outlandish," Cameron says ruining my thoughts of things looking good.

I still smiled at the fact that she was outright talking bad about my boyfriend right in front of me. But Cameron never did know boundaries.

"Yes ,whatever you say mother," I say standing up and stretching for the first time, a grin on my face.

Cameron didn't like me calling her that of course, she scowled but didn't move away as I leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. I pull out my phone to text Jason before I leave. If I didn't tell him to dress formally he might even go in his pajamas if it favored him.

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Looking directly in the mirror even I was amazed, the new stylist Cameron hired had a particular sense of skill when it came to my face, nothing too vigorous. The application didn't make me look too strongly featured yet perfectly polished all at the same time. The all white vera wang gown was a play up at the very innocent character I'd once again portrayed for tonight's premiere. Not too much cleavage as to keep me looking modest and just enough leg to keep people interested in the dress at all.

I never considered my look to be too dainty it just felt a little too child-like to me at this point in my life. Since when didn't I want all of this, the fancy clothes, the great image, the amazing fan base that was so sweetly supportive.

How could I not love every second of being in the spotlight, especially when I looked so good in it. I smiled to myself, exiting the twenty-second floor of my hotel and hopping into the sleek, black limousine that would take me to see two very important things in my life my adoring fans, and my handsome boyfriend.

The car had barely pulled up at the curb of the Palace Theatre and the sounds of cheering, adoring fans was already audible. Two men in black suits stepped up to open the slick doors of my limousine. I stepped out thanking them. I stood proud my head held high in elegance as I sashayed down the red carpet lining my way. I walked towards the small silver gate separating me from fans and started signing autographs. Cameron had walked me through this, less than five minutes to spend signing and taking pictures for fans.