Jaylani

Chapter 1: Paparazzi Party

I sing my heart out and dance till my Blue Jordan's hurt the soles of my feet. I work hard, everyday for simple reasons.
1. For my Lovely Fans and Families
2. To be me!!
3. And relax, just teensy bit.
My boyfriend, he supports me fully and I LOVE him for that. At times I even write songs that are about him like one of my songs: By My Side that was the next hit on the radio.
Thank you God!!
And I sing everyday with my purple microphone and my blue Beats headphones by you know Dr. Dre.
In Hollywood life is great. It doesn't matter whether you're famous or not, every one gets a chance in Hollywood. I think of Hollywood as an opportunity. It's where people go to put their talent to work, or to pursue their dreams.
    It takes work. A lot. In my career it's like I zooming from one place to another with paparazzi stalking my fucking life. And it really pisses me off...
    Fame is hard to get through because of the rumors and the paparazzi making up rumors to create gossip. And most of the time gossip is what what keeps fame running and what keeps the paparazzi stalking, then the paparazzi wants more information and start really invading your damn privacy...they bring the worse out in you, and that's what puts you down.
    There's two types of rumors:
    Bad Rumors: the bad ones can make fame go down or make you loose fans and your social status, and can actually make you seem like the fool of Hollywood a lot of times
    Cool Rumors: the cool ones encourage you and get you in that stage. Like for example rumor says: I am having a release party on my new Album Love Each Other. It makes your fans excited and probably from passing tumors people eventually finds you and you have more fans then before.
     Just something I think about.
     And now I am finding something cool to where for my release party this afternoon in my bathrobe cause I just took a shower. At my release party, SOME of my fans can come and get their album signed especially by me, with my famous signature. They're always jumping or squealing or something like that and to be honest, it gets annoying after a while.
    I lay my two outfits on my bed.  For my first one, some shorts with a crop top and a ripped jean jacket with cheetah Jordan's and maybe some cheetah sunglasses to go with it. And for the other one is just a blue a ting top and a bikers skirt am with flats.
     I smile and log into my phone and get on Instagram to take a picture of the two outfits. For my caption I typed: which one? With an happy emoji.
     Lemme just say that in like fucking 6.5 seconds I had people saying the cheetah one.
    I put on that one and and start my makeup, simply putting eyeliner and some red lipstick and a little bit of blush, then I pull down my hair that is long and really curly. I know...on my cover it doesn't look curly... I tried to straighten my hair but it ended up looking Wavy....and I despise wavy hair.
    Then I slip in some bracelets and a ring that I mad when I sixteen.
    I sat at my vanity and fixed my curls, getting ready to put it into a ponytail when I heard a knock.
    "Come in!" I said, tightening my ponytail.
     My boyfriend, who is Jay came in looking fresh as always. He is a choreographer, and he helps me dance at times. He was coming to party in a gold chain, baggy pants, blue Jordan's, colorful but dark jean jacket and a black t-shirt under it.
    Jay has brown eyes and thick lips with fair eyebrows and dark dark brown hair that eventually changes to the color of red at the tip top. He has pierced ears and has one tattoo that is on his neck and glasses.
    I have two tattoos. One is on my back that has a rose and one is on the side of my stomach that says Dare Devil in cursive letters.
    "Aye." Jay said plopping on my bed. I roll my eyes and start to clean my mess up that was on my dresser.
    "What you want Jay?" I ask, putting my mascara away.
     "I want yo ass to put more makeup." He said. I look at myself in my mirror.
     "And I want you to stop criticizing me." I said, tucking my makeup bag in my purse.
     "Girl, that ain't no damn criticizing, it's a suggestion you dumb ass." He said playfully. I chuckle and head to the closest to put on my Cheetah Jordan's. "Lani? - I'm just wonderin' how many damn shoes you's got in damn closet?" He asked. I start tying my first shoe, making a double knot.
     "Dunno. I do not want to know." I said, getting really annoyed. He smiles and scoots up the bed to sit next to me while I was putting my Jordan's on.
     "I like the way you dressed today." He said politely. I smile. Finally, a damn compliment.
     "Thanks-"
     "Next time, just add a little more bling!" I pout and shove him off the bed. He gives me a confused agitated look. "What the fuck?!" I shrug my shoulders.
     "Didn't I say stop fucking criticizing me you fucking turd?" I said, really pissed of. He was really plucking  my damn nerves.
   "My bad!" He said, fixing his nerdy glasses. "Are you ready go yet?" He complained. I literally just out my damn earrings on.
    "Are you going to my release party or not?" I snapped. He nods,"then shut the fuck up before I do it for you!"I said. I grabbed my keys off my nightstand and grabbed Jays hand and threw him out the door and tossed him my keys to my car. "Sit in the car, I'll be there in a second." He rolls his eyes and starts walking down the hall.
    I slam the door and head to my later dresser, where all my perfume is. I out on my favorite kind that smells like Apple Pie and Cotton Candy. My favorite kind. I sprayed sprays on me and put back down on my dresser.
I rush out my mansion (not really a mansion) and hop in my limo with the Driver Carticus and of course Jay.
Jay was just on his phone facing then window so it was probably something private but I just left it alone. It was silent in the as we drove to party. I like it that way because I can think and reflect and talk to myself in my head without Jay being a Asshead and pushing his limits.
I went on my phone and started to selfies and posting them in Instagram...as i do. Then I took a video of me and Jay. I hugged him and kissed his cheek and asked him what how's doing.
He just smiles and quickly turns on Angry Birds 2 game, which I got him into. I roll my eyes and just post it on my account.
When we finally pulled up into a Villa, I step out of the limo being blinded with dumb flashing cameras in my damn face.
"Is there an inspiration on this New Album??" A man with glasses asked. I nod.
"What is it inspired on??" A lady asks, writing in a her damn notebook. I see that lady alot actually. Its like she is obsessed with my deeper inside life.
"My damn boyfriend!" I snapped. O have said that countless times in all of my interviews with news people and stuff that gossip about hollywood. Like for example, Access Hollywood or Entertainment Tonight.
Jay then gets in the car and people start chasing after him.
    "Jay! The world would like to know know how many dancings have you done with celebs?" Jay gives this random guy an agitated look.
    "Aye you! With the blonde hair! Yeah! - do me big favor and tell this damn Asshead how many celebs I danced with cause you interviewed me a few days ago!"
    "JayLani, tell us what is your song Love Me about?" I ignored this bitch. Why? Because I answered her question already. If someone already had asked me: what is my album inspired on, that means the whole Album is about Me and Jay being together. So of course one of my songs will be about our relationship.
I am so pissed off, that I ignored these dumb ass people and just go into my party to sign autographs, Albums and just celebrate my Album Releasing with microphones being shoved in my damn face.
At the party I immediately grabbed some wine. My mother introduced me to this wine called Skinny Girl, But it tastes so bitter so I add sweetener.
Jay was still outside cussing the paparazzi.
"BOY! Ask me that damn question again, I will kick you ass so fucking hard!" Jay shouts. I chuckle and decide to go to the Dj and tell him to play my Album twice today.
The party hasn't even started yet. It starts at exactly 5:30, and people are flooding in like damn water at 4:45. The bar isn't even set up yet, and the potato salad is nowhere near finished.
So my party goers are gonna have to wait for the menu to sprout.
Then it was supposed to be 6:25 when i start signing and people were already lining up, one by one.
Why does this feel like a routine at every release party?
My bodyguard followed me to my table and I down. I purse my lips and grab my pen.
The first I grab is my album. This girl has braces and wavy hair (i despise) and fair skin.
"What's your name?" I ask her.
"Britney!" She said excitedly. I gave her a fake smile and sign it and then give it a kiss with my lips.
"Next!" I shout. A brand new girl came, she was black and she has braces too, and braided hair: no that i like.
"Whats your name?"
"Sasha, Sasha Gomez!" She jumps, "i am such a big fan JayLani, you inspire me!!" She screams. I hid my eye roll and sign her autograph and shouted next.
"Whats your name?" I asked another girl. She fixes her glasses, and hands me her Album.
"My name is Christian." She said, happily.
"Thats a lovely name," I say as I quickly sketch my signature.
"Thank you for being alive, cause if it weren't for you, I would've never been here today." I smile.
"Be yourself and stay beautiful Christian." She nods and hands me a cracked piece of paper.
"Please sign this, this is for my mother...she has cancer." Christian sighs and wipes a tear off her cheek. My heart almost stopped. Not to be emotional or anything....
Fuck cancer! Cancer killed my damn cousin!
"Do me a favor Christian and tell your mother if you just keep praying, Jesus will receive your prayer and heal you, okay? And promise me, you stay strong." Christian smiles and hugs me.
"Thank you!" She says happily, then she pulls away and skips off.
One thing I love about fans is get to know them and find their history. And a lot of them a sad, really sad.
"Next!!" I shout, taking off my sunglasses. Next was actually a young girl who's father was holding her hand. I smile at the father.
"Hi JayLani!!" The little girl smiled. I chuckle.
"Whats you name pretty girl?" I ask her. She looks at her father.
"My name is Courtney Killi!" The father smiles at me the whole time and stares at me like a hawk. And its really making me feel uncomfortable.
"So, what do want signed?" She looks st her father.
"Daddy!! Where's my JayLani shirt I told you to bring?" She asked.
The father actually looked kinda familiar. He has thick lips and this bright green yet dark eyes and a medium dark skin tone and his eyebrows look so sincere and fair and his hair is curly on his head. His hair changes from brown to orange yellow. I had to admit, he was fine.
"Fuck." He murmured. Courtney shots a dead look at her father.
   "Daddy!! Thats bad language!!" Courtney says, turning red as a cherry.
   "Whoops, my bad...hol' up. Imma check in the car, Courts, stay here with the se- I mean stay here with JayLani, stay here with JayLani." He bites his lip and scans me, then leaves.
    "My mommy says daddy has dated alot of girls." Courtney whispered.
    "How old are you Courtney?" I chuckle,
    "Eight years old." She says cheerfully. I laugh. She reminds me of me when I yelled at my dad for forgetting my world tour shirt with Beyoncé.
    "Your a very happy girl, ain't you?" I ask.
   She shrugs and says, "not when mommy and daddy are arguing, I'm not...can you keep a secret?" She whispers. I nod and lean my ear in.
   "Mommy and Daddy are divorced." She says. I sigh and pat her head. She looks at me weird.
    "I am not a dog." She said quietly. I nod and apologize and she just says its okay. Soon her father comes with nothing but a scrap of paper.
   "Courtney, I left the shirt at home, but I promise I'll get it signed personally."
   The next thing I know I'm watching a clump of paparazzi barge in. "Shit, we too late." Courtney rolls her eyes.
    "You talk to them daddy." The father glances at her as if she done lost her mind, which she probably did cause who wants to talk to the paparazzi, someone who likes drama thats who.
   "What happened between you and Heather?" A boy asked.
   "None of your damn business." The father snapped. But even his evil look didn't stop these pests.
    "Mr. Conili, tell me, is your daughter okay with this Divorce?" A lady asked. Mr. Conili is what I will refer to him now. Its sounds professional, and familiar.
    "The world wants to know, how does it feel to be divorced?" A short man asked. He's that same guy who asked me what it feels like to be alone in my damn mansion.
    "It feels like nothing you dammit! Now get away from me!"
     "Honey! Please, there is kids out there who have parents who aren't together, do you have any advice for these kids." Courtney gets mad and clutches her hands.
    I smile and gladly take the microphone.
    "First and for most, may I tell you that not everything can have a happily ever after...my mother had divorced my real father. For those children out there, make friends and be happy. Just because your parents aren't happy, doesn't mean you should feel the same." I said and then throw the microphone. The lady looks at me as if I was crazy. No, she's the crazy one here, asking some damn child to answer a foolish question.
    "All paparazzi creeps, clear my party...NOW!!" Bodyguard, make sure every single one of them are off this lot." I demand. The bodyguard does just that.
    Ughhh, Paparazzi.