Famous actress and singer Chanel White has all she wants; the money, the looks and the fame.
But,
...
Is that all she NEEDS? Is winning awards and living the Hollywood life meant for her?
Or... Is it love that she needs?
Find out by reading CHANGE
Hallelujah! The photoshoot and interview are over, and now I am back at my hotel in L.A., watching movies and eating Doritos. I told Linda that I wanted to go back "home" (don't ask why I am staying at at the hotel instead of one of my houses, it was Linda's orders) to spend a few days before going to Texas for my show.
I wiped a tear from my eye as I was half way through my favorite movie,The Fault in Our Stars, when I heard my phone ringing. I picked up my rose iPhone 6 Plus, without checking the caller's ID.
"Hello?" I said into my sleek phone, it took a while before the person on the other end replied.
"Oh! Chan, hey!" I instantly recognized Linda's irritatingly squeaky voice. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. I heard some weird shuffling sounds in the background and waited for her continue her sentence.
"Linda, how long are you planning to make me wait until you speak, 'cause I don't have all day!" I said after 10 counted seconds of waiting for her to tell me why in the world was she bothering me on MYDAY-OFF.
"Y-yes, um, I'm sending the limousine to take you to LAX. You need to get to Texas, ASAP." she lowered her tone.
"What?! The American Pride Show, which is in Texas, is in three days so why am I going there now?" I just can't right now, the one fucking time I get some alone time, I have to go to a show earlier than I was supposed to?!
I don't know why I keep up with this...
"Chanel, it's your career, that's how it works. It's not always easy out in the industry and I know you know it too. Sometimes you're gonna have to dance until you feet hurt or sing until your throat feels sore, but it's worth it because that's what you love to do, right?" Why is Linda always right? Ugh, she annoys the shit outta me!
"I'll be there" I spoke softly while looking up at the ceiling.
"Okay sweetie, text me when the limo gets there!" She sang happily. 🔸♥🔹⭐🔸♥🔹⭐🔸♥🔹⭐🔸♥🔹⭐🔸♥🔹
I got out of the shower and put on a black and white sweat suit and some comfy white Nike running shoes. When I was all dressed up, I sat on the couch doing early vocal warm ups. Around five minutes later, I heard a buzzing sound which meant the hotel staff had a message for me.
"Good morning Miss White, your driver has arrived. Please come down stairs and have a blessed day, my dear." An elderly male worker's voice was heard from the small speaker in the top left corner of the living area.
"Phew, great!" I whispered sarcastically to myself as I slightly widened my eyes.
I quickly did a ponytail out of my long black hair and grabbed my phone and purse and headed out of the room. I won't need anything else because Linda always organizes my stuff and when I reach at the events everything is all prepared. I mean that's her job, she doesn't really have a choice.
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I hopped into the back of the limo without thanking the chauffeur for opening the door for me. I sighed as I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my sweatpants. I took it out saw that I received a text from Linda.
Linda 😒 : Hey, is the limo there yet? Mr. Producer here is giving me a bit of a hard time... 😅
Me: Didn't you tell me that I was supposed to text you when the limo got here? I was getting to it. 😣
Two lines came up beside the text I sent indicating that she saw it. She didn't reply, which I thank God for.
Annoyed. That's how I'm feeling right now, and it's because of Linda, again.
Around forty minutes later I was heading to the back of the airport, where my private jet was waiting.
I held my head down as I walked hurriedly surrounded by my body guards. I wonder why Linda thinks they are of good use when these damned paparazzi get pictures of me posted all over anyway...
"Finally." I mumbled to myself as I sat on the comfortable beige coloured seat of the jet. I closed my eyes hoping that I could get a little rest before my performance. ⭕〰⭕〰⭕〰⭕〰⭕〰⭕〰⭕〰⭕ A/N: Heyyouguys! Ireallyhopedyouenjoyedthesecondchapterofmystory... Pleaseletmeknowwhatyouthink. Ipromiseactioninthenextchapter. Iguaranteeyou, that'swherethestorygetsalittlespicy. KeepsupportingandIloveyouguysverymuch!
