Hollywood HollyWON'T

Chapter Two

I, Julia Kipps, am still freaking out.

The plane still hadn't touched the ground, but I was squealing. I was here. In California. At LAX. I was going to meet Max Bing today.

I had a packed day planned. It was six in the morning on Monday when we landed, and then we had about an hour in the airport for baggage claim, and then we would settle down in the hotel. At eleven I got to go to Mic. Industries, Max's recording company, and get a tour from him.

Then, after that, at around one, my dad had promised to take me shopping. I still needed accessories for the TSAs.

After that, I wanted to hit the beach. I love the beach, but I don't get to go there too often. We have some beaches in New Jersey, but they're pretty far from where I live, so I only go about three times a year. I couldn't wait to get back on a surfboard.

After that, dinner at the hotel, and then straight to bed, so that I would have energy in the morning to get ready for the TSAs.

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Our taxi had just reached the hotel, and I ran in, ready to crash on my bed. Flying always left me wiped.

My dad got the keys to the rooms. He had one, and I got to share one with my younger sister, Mia.

Mia was twelve, and although we fought all the time, I loved her more than anyone else.

She didn't deserve any of the tough things she'd had to go through, and I was determined that she wouldn't have to deal with any more.

That didn't mean I was psyched about sharing a room with her. Even though we each got our own beds, Mia was a light sleeper who liked to sleep with the lights on. I wasn't exactly pumped about that.

I turned my phone off airplane mode, and saw that I had three thousand likes on Instagram, and seventy comments. I guess I had left it logged on to my fan account.

Everyone was freaking out about how I was going to meet Max Bing, and asking me to take as many pictures as I could.

I posted something telling them to comment questions they'd like me to ask him, and then I logged out.

Putting down my phone, I hopped into the shower, which I was in desperate need for.

I still smelled like the plane, and my brown waves had turned into frizz.

When I got out, I appreciated the room for a moment. Mic. Industries and Branflakes ™ hadn't cheaped out on us. The hotel was beautiful, and the rooms were painted a light blue, the beds were huge and comfy, and the view was spectacular.

There was even a mini fridge full of drinks. Over all, it was exactly like I had imagined.

I grabbed my outfit, and hopped back into the bathroom to put it on, and do my hair.

I settled for boho braids, and left the rest of my hair down in its natural waves.

Then it was time for my makeup. I wasn't a big fan of doing my makeup. Don't get me wrong, I loved the way it looked on some people, but I didn't see the point in wasting my time to look like someone I'm not.

That's why I don't use foundation or cover up. My rules for makeup were that I only wore makeup that people could recognize as makeup. The point if it was to enhance my beauty, not hide it.