Life As Me, Fiona

Chapter 1

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"A bit to the left, Ms. Anderson!" The photographer told me, looking happy with the previous results of the photos.

It was a sunny day in Paris, France. I was doing my photo shoot in front of the Eiffel Tower and the theme was "Flowers". That explained how I was wearing a pink, floral sundress, pink heels with a red rose on each of them and a flower crown made of roses and twigs. I loved my outfit and the weather and the atmosphere. But there was one thing I wasn't happy about... before I tell you that, though, I should tell you something things about myself.

My name is Fiona Anderson and I'm an actress and singer. I'm seventeen years old, and I've been a celebrity since I was about eight years old. I was born in Miami, Florida but because I am an actress, I travel around the world a lot. Being a celebrity is very tiring but I know that it's a social job so being tired is pretty much part of it. That's not even the problem.

See, my manager, Jenna Carter is really mean to me. She always tells me to do stuff as if I'm her servant (although she has a ton already), and if I refuse, she'll threaten me. I've tried quitting the industry, but I can't. Why? Because it's my only source of money. My life is hard. It really is. But that's not what everybody (AKA my fans) thinks. They think being me is absolutely no fuss, no stress. But it's the complete opposite.

It actually used to be great with my last manager, Grace Johnson. Unfortunately, she died in a car crash last year and a new manager was hired (the witch). And now, Jenna will keep on blackmailing me until I stay her client forever. She also promised that if I don't stay her client, she will leak false information to the press about me and my family.
What kind of a person would want someone to do that to her or him? Not me.

Now back to the present. I moved a bit to the left and posed for the camera, just as the photographer had instructed me to do. After 20 minutes of posing left and right, and all around, my photo shoot was finally over. But my day wasn't. I still had to go to an interview with Jessie Vann, the famous reporter, about a new movie that I've recently starred in as the main character.

I slid inside my sleek black limo and the driver drove me to Jessie Vann's studio. I changed from my flower-themed outfit and went on with a simpler dress and shoes and I removed the flower crown. I quickly walked inside Jessie Vann's interview room, and saw Jessie sitting on a comfortable-looking blue chair and an identical chair across her. There were two cameramen standing in a distance from Jessie, ready to shoot our interview for Jessie's show, The Jessie Vann Show. 

Jessie stood up, grinning at me as we hugged. I smiled too. I've only been interviewed by her once and that was five months ago, I think. Celebrities who were interviewed by Jessie Vann were usually very famous... anyway, we began the interview and she asked my few questions about the movie. Mostly questions about my character, Cassie. Since Cassie did a lot of action stunts in the movie, she asked me about those as well.

In an hour or so, my interview was finished. As I stepped out of Jessie's studio, I heard screamings. And I was very used to that because I hear them literally everywhere. There they were, my fans. Teenage girls were screaming at the top of their lungs the moment they saw me. It's really amazing to have strangers who care about you and love what you do. That's what a fan is.

I smiled at every one of my fans and approached them one by one. I signed all their notepads and took a selfie with each one. After they went, I climbed into my limo again, and headed for the airport. On the way, my twin brother Logan called. He informed me that our mom and dad had been busy recently so they couldn't call me. I said that I was okay with that, and after chatting a bit more, we hung up.

After reaching the airport, I bought a ticket to Wisconsin. I had to go to a signing there, and perform a live concert. I went inside the airplane, with my two bodyguards trailing behind me. I honestly do not need bodyguards, but for some reason, you just have to get at least two to accompany you literally everywhere.

In the airplane, I called my parents, telling them that I'm on a flight to Wisconsin so they couldn't call me for a few hours. Then I thought about everything I've been through in my life. Life sure has ups and downs and it definetely isn't easy being someone famous. Although there are perks, I sometimes wonder if I actually like being a celebrity.

As all those thoughts jumbled up in my mind, I drifted off to a soothing sleep. And then I had an idea...

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