Welcome to Hollywood (Ronnie Banks fan fiction)

Ronnie Banks

Ronnie Banks POV

I'm Ronnie, Ronnie Banks, a model who got increasingly famous on vine and YouTube and twitter.

One of my agents, Chris, just called me in for Victoria Secret Commercial. Victoria Secret is going to start putting guys in their commercials to have more sex appeal. If I'm chosen I'm going to be on billboards and commercials across the country.

This modeling shoot can change my life.

Holly Wood POV

I'm Holly, I don't have time to explain myself just know that Holly isn't my real name. People call me Holly Wood because I run LA, without the public knowing of course.

Right now I'm in California scooting for new models as I apply their makeup and do their hair for a Victoria Secret shoot. I straightened my big curly hair because I'm sort of under cover, I like seeing how potential clients really are when they think no one is looking.

Blair texted me Ronnie posted a new vine. I know by 'Ronnie' she means Ronnie Banks. Every girl in our school is obsessed, we started a club and Blair is the President. I can't answer right now though I really want to watch that vine, I'm in Holly mode. When I'm in 'Holly mode' I don't know Blair and she isn't my best friend. Another text, he said hes coming to new york, promise youll go? I put my phone back into my pocket.

"Are you doing my makeup today or what?", the snob in my makeup station asked.

I gave her my fakest smile and said, "Of course", while thinking You will never make it in this industry.

I promise you I'm a nice person unless you treat me badly, then I'll ruin your career.

"HOLLY WE NEED MORE MODELS!!!", my partner in crime, Micheal screamed.

I glared at him, he's not supposed to call me Holly, my I.D says Miranda Fernandez, Makeup Artist.

Noticing my glare he screams, "MIRANDA, WHATEVER! The male models are all here and there's like 50. You're the final say, GO PICK ONE. Actually, we need to get like 5 more guys. We needed them in hair and makeup 15 minutes ago and --"

I didn't hear the rest because I was already out the door. 35 of the hottest guys you will ever see were in the waiting room, waiting to be chosen or denied. I stared at them through the mirrored glass so I could see them without them seeing me.

My assistant, Lily, finally got here with their files. "I narrowed it down to 35", Lily said panting, "these guys are so hot, here are their files and portfolios. The guys that have worked with us before are the top 15."

I immediately throw those away. "We need new faces", I explain, "get me young guys, between 18 and 23."

She nods and I get my phone out to text Micheal to finish the makeup of the snob that was in my makeup chair. *5 missed calls from Blair*, ugh. I text her back, lol def there when?

I press send and Lily tells me he narrowed it down to 9 guys. I look through their pictures and names. #1 Tall slender I think he's white, 23, blue eyes, blonde hair. Tom Brady I laugh at his name then tell Lily to send him to hair and makeup.

Micheal texted me back, everyone was supposed to be done 5 minutes ago, get your ass up here and stop staring at the hot guys in the waiting room.

#2 Medium height, Hispanic looking, really tan... too tan. I throw he's file away.

#3 Pretty tall, nice body, Hispanic or Filipino looking... WAIT. I go to the top of the file "RONNIE BANKS" I wanted to scream as I scanned the waiting room and saw him sitting there. Ronnie Banks was feet away from me.