I smiled into the camera as they took pictures of me in my new chiffon original. People were shouting my name and I kept smiling.
My name is Jasmine Klinger and I am 16 years old. I am an international pop star and I love to sing. I was soon guided into the arena by my bodyguard, Rob. He is huge and has muscles like pythons. I walked backstage to my dressing room. I am performing, here, at the VMA's in 4 hours. I am the main act and will be singing my hit song Sweetie. (( aka Sweetie by Carly Rae Jepson. She will sound like multiple different artists fyi. ))
"Jasmine! Darling! You look gorgeous darling!" My make up / hair dresser, Jennifer, told me as I walked in. I smiled at her.
"Thanks Jennifer! So do you!" I told her and she smiled.
"Shall we get started?" She asked me and I nodded. She gave me my outfit for on stage, a turquoise, lacey, short, tight dress and I began changing into it. It was a gorgeous dress. A half hour later I was sitting in my chair getting my hair done. They straightened it and curled it and put some bobby pins in it and I was done with my hair.
"What will you be singing tonight darling?" Jennifer asked me while doing my hair.
"Sweetie." I told her and she smiled and squealed.
"I love that song! You'll do great!" She told me and I smiled and nodded.
"Thanks!" I said and she began doing my makeup quite naturally and by the time I was done I had an hour until I had to go on stage. I went on twitter and checked my followers. I had 14.6 million followers and I was following about 27.3 k fans. My fans were the greatest, they support me in everything I do. I have people who send me hate of course, I really take the hate to heart because I know that its the truth.
@jocksovercrocks : WAS going to watch the MTV VMA's but then I saw that @JasmineKlinger was singing. I would rather eat cat poop then listen to her crappy voice.
Wow. Rude. People don't think that I take these to heart but I really do. I kept scrolling through the hate and read every single one.
@Jasminesucks**** : @JasmineKlinger just do us all a favor and kill yourself. We all hate you. I mean look at you your ugly, mean, and worthless.
I sighed and closed out of twitter because I can't start crying with my makeup on and everything ready for performance. I checked what time it was and I saw I had a new text message from my boyfriend Justin. Yes, Justin Bieber.
From : Justin<3
To : Jasmine<3
Hey babe. Good luck!<3 3="">
I smiled and blushed a little because of the text. He is the greatest boyfriend ever. He is hot, kind, and.. um.. nice.
From : Jasmine<3
To : Justin<3
Hey cutie. You too!<3 3="">
I replied and put my iPhone by my mirror. I checked my reflection one more time and smiled to see my pearly white teeth. I put on my white heels to match my turquoise short, fitting dress. I walked out of my dressing room and Jennifer came running up to me.
"Wait! We need to put your perfume on! And I want to touch up your make up quick. You still have 20 minutes until vocal warm ups." She told me and I spun around on my heel and went back into the room. She touched up my hair and makeup and spritzed A LOT of a vanilla / cinnamon / sugar / chocolate scented perfume. I smelt like a walking cookie oven. She smiled at me and nodded.
