"Just three more shots," The Photographer demands. I pose, running my tan hand through my blonde hair, when he yells," And that’s a rap!"
Everyone claps as I walk off the platform. The sound surrounds the room and makes me smile knowing people actually acknowledge me for something I love doing.
"You were great today honey," The Photographer smiled. His smile was warm and kind. His eyes were electric blue and his dimple made him so cute.
"Thank you so you much. You and your crew were amazing today and I'd love to work with you guys again sometime," I smile back," Thank you so much for giving me this honor."
I was going to be on the cover of Beautiful Teens Magazine, which was a big deal. It was the most popular teen magazine, most importantly, managers are always flipping though those. For now, my little sister, Callie, is my manager and she's pretty good at her job considering I'm going to be on the cover of three magazines this month and in a picture with an unknown rising star. How exciting.
I thank everyone before walking into my dressing room.
"Hey there beautiful," A low voice whispered in my ear. The hot breath went down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turn around to find my perfect boyfriend, John Chelyabinsk. His dark blond matched his golden eyes.
"Hey there handsome," I reflect before pecking his lips with mine. This was the first time we've seen each other in nine months since he's been on a tour. He was that singer that every girl loved and I was that girl every girl wanted to be and also hated.
"Have you read these letters?" I ask him as I let him go and walk to the table of my mail pile. It was originally made for fan mail, but that was never going to happen to a rising star dating one of America hottest men.
"Come on, you knew that was going to happen," He said, hugging me. I hate to admit it, but we were a touchy couple. Well, he was a touchy boyfriend. He wanted that kind of relationship and I wanted a friendship kind of relationship.
"You're kidding me, right? I didn't think I was going to be this bad. I'm surprised no one decided to suicide from this kind of thing, this year," I over exaggerate.
"What now? You want to break up with me?" He asks, spinning me around to face him. Our foreheads rest on each other’s as we look into each other’s eyes. How could break up with him? He was the perfect boyfriend, inside and out.
"No," I say, push him away gently. "I just want this to stop."
"How about I do this?" He shrugs as he takes his phone out. "I'll tweet for everyone to stop sending you hate mail and it'll all be over."
"You have got to be kidding me," I reply. "Haven't you realized that doesn't really stop them from it? It probably makes them do it more."
We stay in silence for a few minutes, thinking. Non-awkward silence was another way to I found out I was in love with John. I once read online that you know you're in love when it's silent and it's not awkward. I mean, come on, everything on the internet is true.
"Let's just pretend this never happened, okay?" I ask, looking into his beautiful eyes. He looks into my blue ones, and I melt inside. No matter how long we've dated, his eyes would always melt me no matter what.
"Okay," He whispers before kissing me again.
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