Princess Die ( A Lady Gaga Fan Fiction)

2. Leave My Pearls And Lipstick On

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 I sat at my vanity, staring into the mirror and began gently applying the ruby red lipstick to the perfect curve of my lip. Suddenly a memory flashed before my eyes: I was standing at a headstone dressed all in black. "Ah!" I exclaimed dropping my lipstick case as the memory left as fast as it had come. I exhaled shakily and picked the lipstick case back up and resumed applying it. I had been ill that day but even so the show must go on. I had not been ill because of any sort of physical sickness, I had been ill in my heart. The kind of illness that was brought on by sadness and transformed itself into physical illness. It had been nearly 3 months since the car accident and still it felt like only yesterday. But I was particularly disturbed today because the 3 month anniversary of the accident and Taylor's death was approaching. I had a photo shoot that day and was getting ready by myself even though I felt sick and disoriented. Tara came in the room, "Gaga, let me do that, sweetheart." said Tara as she took the lipstick and began applying it on me herself. Tara had been my saviour ever since Taylor's death. She had been by my side every day since the accident. "Tara?" I asked in a thin voice, "Do you think my manager would let me cancel the photo shoot today?" "I don't think so, why?" replied Tara,"Are you alright?" My heart sank, "Yes, I'm alright. Never mind." I smiled at her. Tara did not say anything, but I could tell she was worried about me. I picked up the pearls that I was to wear for the photo shoot and as I began to put them around my neck, my hands began to tremble so fiercely I dropped them, another memory flashed before my eyes: Me standing in the Church crying hysterically trying to give Taylor's eulogy. And as before, the memory disappeared. I began losing my breath. "Gaga?!" Tara cried in alarm. "I-I'm fine." I replied weakly as I clutched Taras arm managing a small smile, "Let's get to the shoot  now shall we?" "But, Gaga-" began Tara. "Please?" I insisted. Tara gave into my pleading eyes and walked out of the dressing room with me to where the cameras were set up.

I composed myself and let go of Taras hand to go stand in front of the cameras. Tara, still extremely concerned, stood right on the outskirts of the shoot to keep an eye on me the whole time. "Alright!" said the photographer loudly, "Bring her the Versace and we will get started!"  Wardrobe helped me out of my robe and slip into the Versace gown that I was to wear and they began. The camera lights began flashing and the photographers began telling me how to pose at every moment, also constantly complimenting me on how beautiful I looked. 

I began feeling faint, like I had earlier when I dropped the pearls; only the hot lighting above me and the flashing cameras and voices speaking all at once was making being conscious nearly unbearable. Then memories began randomly flashing before my eyes: Taylor slipping the ring on my finger, my last glimpse of him as he was thrown though the windshield of the limo, standing at his grave, hearing for the first time that he was dead. Tara saw me falter a bit and almost rushed onto the set to grab me, but refrained  when she saw me recompose myself and nod toward her in reassurance. My head was spinning, I could no longer make sense of what the photographers were saying. I felt bile rising in my throat and I started becoming frightened. I tried so hard to struggle through to the end of the shoot so that I could run to my room dressing, but I coulnd't. "Tara!" I exclaimed as my knees buckled under me, Tara came racing over and caught me as I began to fall. The cameras and voices stopped and there was dead silence.  One of my bodyguards came, swooped me up and carried me bridal style back to my dressing room, leaving Tara and my agent to explain to the magazine that the shoot would have to be cancelled. My body guard set me gently in my chair and several people came in and were offering me things. I dismissed them all and asked only for Tara. Thankfully everyone left and Tara came in. "Honey, whats the matter?" she asked. "I want to go back to the hotel." I said. Tara nodded.

When we got outside the paparazzi were flooding screaming at me, "Gaga what happened?!" was their main inquiry. I wasn't rude as I never was, even to the paparazzi, but I held close to Tara and made it straight to the car. Just as I opened the door, I spotted some Little Monsters out of the corner of my eye who had been outside as well. They seemed to be distraught about what had happened; how they found out I didn't know, but I knew I had to go over to them like I always did and assure them everything was alright. So in spite of everything I ran over to them and smiled and took pictures with them. They seemed very relived and that made my happy. But then again, my Little Monsters always made me happy. After I was sure that they were all at ease, I went back to my car and jumped in. Tara had been waiting inside. I scooted over to her and laid my head on her shoulder and we drove back to the hotel.

  To be continued! xoxo