Luna for years has dreamed of being on the other side of the screen. So when she gets the opportunity to move to California, she doesn't hesitate to leave everything behind in hopes of becoming an actress. With all the ambition in the world, she is...
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LUNA'S POV
After a long and bumpy flight, my body feels insanely tired by the time we land; both physically and emotionally. I seriously thought I was going to die because of all the goddamn turbulence; you know, that really takes a toll on a person. But despite the odds, I'm here. And I feel the most alive that I've ever felt.
I grabbed my luggage and tried my best to navigate my way around the unfamiliar airport, and after having to stop various times to ask for directions, I was able to find the pick-up area where my Uber would be waiting.
"How was your flight?" The driver asked me while he placed my bags in the trunk.
"Turbulence was absolutely awful." I told him truthfully, "But somehow I'm still alive." I joked. "Barely."
He laughed and it was refreshing. "You got the address?" I asked him as I sat in the backseat.
"Yes, Ms. Park."
I instantly revolted, "That's my mother. Call me Luna."
"Well then," he gave me a reassuring glance through the rearview mirror, "Welcome to Los Angeles, Luna."
Those words began to sink in as he maneuvered the car in and out of traffic, and soon enough we were moving farther away from the airport and closer to the city.
I've looked forward to this day for what seems like my whole life, and it's almost hard for me to believe that this isn't just a dream. In fact, I even pinch myself to make sure. All this time I was worried about how insanely crazy I was for pulling a stunt such as this, but in this very moment I realize how willing I am to make things work; to make a name for myself. I belong here, and at the end of the day, that's the only thing that matters.
Twenty minutes quickly go by, until my driver pulls into a gated community. For a split moment, I almost ask him why we were stopping, until I realize that this was the address I had given him.
"Holy shit." I say much louder than I expect when he turns into a house that is probably five times bigger than my own back home. "Just a nice little vacation pad on the outskirts of the city, huh?" I mumble to myself in awe as I repeat the same exact words the owners had told me. This house- or should I say, fucking mansion- is anything BUT little. But of course, only the best of the best for the family whose son could perhaps buy the entire state of California all together.
Yet another exaggeration. Sorry. I can't help myself, I'm petty. I suppose I'm just used to that cute little two story house I'd visit so often six years back.
"Need help with your bags?"
The driver interrupts my train of thought, "Oh, n-no I'm okay." I tell him as I get out of his vehicle, "Thank you so much!" With my one small suitcase in hand, I wave him off and cautiously head towards my new home.
I double checked the house number. I even re-read the address more than six times just to make sure that this was the right house. "Somebody pinch me because I must be dreaming." I say, perfectly knowing that nobody would hear me. I punch in the five-digit code to unlock the door-yes, that's right- this house uses a fucking code to get in.
When I walk in, I can't keep my emotions concealed any longer. "Holy shit." I say to no one in particular, as I dropped my bags and run straight into the living room. "Oh my god, I'm living a dream!" I laughed like a crazy lunatic as I take it all in. The walls were made of glass and overlooked the city of Los Angeles, which was now lit up as the twilight was beginning to set. Everything from the modern furnishing, to the stainless steel kitchen, to the stunning crystal chandelier; places like this simply just didn't exist. For the first time in my life, I'm able to taste what it feels like to be an actual A-lister.
"Hey MTV," I joked around as I jumped on the sofa, "Welcome to my crib!" I then run up the stairs and glide my hands across the railing. With an open floor plan, the view gets even better from up here. I continued to roam around the house only to discover a library, a movie theater, and even an arcade; and to think, this is only their vacationhome.
When I catch the time, I realize just how late it is. It's been a long ass day.
I pick out my favorite bedroom and begin to unpack everything in my suitcase- I didn't bring much, only enough to last me for a couple of weeks until my mom can ship out the rest of my closet. The thought of being away from my mother makes me uneasy, but I shake it off and decide to prepare a nice hot bath to clear my mind.
The bathroom alone felt like it was personally handcrafted and designed for a rockstar; black marble countertops with hints of gold in between the cracks, a jacuzzi sized bath tub, a walk in shower, and vanity mirrors- which, might I add, will be great for when I do my makeup. I'm definitely no rockstar, but a future movie star such as myself could definitely get used to this.
I dip my feet into the bath to make sure that the temperature is just right before sliding in completely. Must be nice to be able to afford a place like this. I soak in the warm water for about forty-five minutes, letting my mind wander as I think about the past and the present. Only until I feel rejuvenated and refreshed do I throw on a bath robe and head downstairs to refresh myself with a glass of water. Did I forget to mention that this place is completely stocked with food? They must have a private maid who keeps the house completely spotless and vacation-ready.
Standing on my toes, I reach up to the upper cabinets and grab a tall glass, but my grip immediately loosens when I bump into something, and the loud piercing shatter of glass makes me flinch. "Fuck." I haven't even been here for two hours and I'm already breaking things. I reach down to start picking up the mess, when suddenly I find another pair of hands doing the same thing.
"What the-" I instantly realize in that moment that I didn't bump into something, but better yet, someone. I'm ready to scream thinking that someone had broken into the house, that is until I recognize those deep brown eyes staring back at me intently, with perhaps the same expression on my face. My breath catches in my throat in a way that paralyzes me whole.
