New Beginnings // A.I (5SOS)

Chapter 3

 I dreaded the fact that I had to act as if I liked or even tolerated everybody today . I dreaded the fact that I have to act like I actually like anyone in this business. Rule number one about celebrities: EVERYONE is an excellent actor. Rule number two: they're all backstabbing assholes that will do anything for publicity. Robert made me have small talks at every event that some people actually consider me as a friend. Or a possible headline. Just look at all these headlines on the newspapers about me these days! Jamie hangs out with Kylie Jenner! Jamie joins Taylor's squad?! New couple alert! Blah blah blah! I fucking swear, me going to the bathroom will be a headline someday. The tabloids were especially fond of my excessive partying with friends. None of them are my friends though. They're just people I tolerated, and that band goes right into that category. After making my grand escape, Robert caught me on my way back. We met the drummer's band members, took a few pictures and had a small conversation. I grabbed my phone then start scrolling down my Instagram feed; here's a picture of a person I don't give a fuck about, and another one, and another one, and ano-oh a baby photo! I hate children. They are clearly the creepiest thing in the entire fucking world. Puppies, that I like.

Hours pass, and the sun came up.  I l watched AHS and I had alot of seasons to catch up to. I didn't even notice the time, till I realize in about 10 minutes Robert is passing by to get me. *Ting*, my phone beeped.
Robert: Right round the corner.

Thanks for the heads up! He's ten minutes early! I tied my hair in a ponytail, grabbed some fancy jeans and a shirt. After brushing my teeth, I grabbed my sunglasses to hide my restless eyes, and headed downstairs. At some point, I'll look as if I washed my hair, slept two weeks, and lived in a beauty spa for years. That's Hollywood's magic! They make garbage look like art. 

"Big day today," Robert kind of greeted me while looking at his phone. 

"I wouldn't even call it interesting!" I shrugged, and he snubs me off. 

Those awkward, silent rides with Robert never end. They're never silent, he's always shouting on his phone with someone. I guess it's his thing, but his nasal voice is so fucking annoying. Imagine SpongeBob's voice, only manlier. Kind of like SpongeBob smashed with Patrick. I turned up the radio to block out his voice then he stops arguing. I should do that more often! The music's sound gradually decreased, and Robert's voice become more visible. 
"You have a full rehearsal today-costume and everything."

"What am I wearing exactly?"

"Uh-hu-uh I can not believe you're asking me that, Jamie!" He said a loud tune, quite disappointed.

"I was fitted into two." I explained calmly.
"You know, the sparkly thing." He twinkled his fingers.
"The ugly one then. And the red carpet?" He looked at me disappointingly, again.

"The unfinished excuse of a dress then." I stated the truth actually. I swear the dress they picked is unfinished. At least it covers your boobs, butt and vagina-the response I got from my stylist. I think they are trying to out stage  Miley Cyrus in any way possible. Another person that I don't like. I think she's an attention seeker, weed smoking ex Disney -I'm a grown up- princess. It felt like yesterday is repeating itself; I arrived at the venue, wore my costume, Eliza-bitch bitched, and I waited for that boy band to finish. Then, I did my little performance and waited in my dressing room. My vocal coach arrived a bit later and has me doing all the Do Re Mi shit, then the bubble exercise-also known as the loose farts-where you say 'Br' multiple times as if someone is trying to drown you. We went through the scales next, and finally he leaves me alone which cues the start of my makeover.

"I need you not to fuck my look up again," I addressed the hair and makeup, "if you fuck this up, I will not only fire yo..."

"Don't listen to her," Roberts interrupted my threat, "just do your work, and Jamie, I don't need to remind you." He didn't even look up from his phone's screen.
"It's my fucking crew, I can do whatever I want."