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~Diana's P.O.V.~
I sit in my dressing room,next to him. His face is caked up by the powder, that the makeup artist recently put o his face. I stare at his face. He is really beautiful. I never thought that I would actually have feelings for him. I mean he is my boyfriend, but our whole relationship is a joke. That's right, we're fake. As fake as most of the celebrities in this horrid city. Los Angeles. The city of angels, but there are more devils than anything. When we first started, I thought it would be a good way to earn fame. I mean Ethan is one of the biggest web stars right now, but I started to like him and now I love him. I never wanted it to go this far,but people love drama.
My thoughts get interrupted by the stage manager, walking into the dressing room.
"Okay, Ethan and Diana. You two are on next, so walk with me to the stage." He says.
We get up from the chairs and walk out of the small room. We walk own the dark hallway,until we reach a stage entrance. My heart is racing, and hands are shaking. I guess Ethan noticed, because he puts his hand on my back and rubs it slowly.
"Now remember this is live tv,so make it good." The stage manager says.
"Make it good"
The phrase replays in my mind, on a continuous loop. The crowd starts to cheer when the host comes, but they settle down eventually. A man with a headset pushes past Ethan and I. He counts down.
"In 5,4,3,2.." He leaves out the one.
They crowd begins to cheer again,and Ethan and I walk out. I see countless rows filled with teens, middle aged women and men. My anxiety picks up, but I calm myself. Lord knows I don't want to be here, but this is the life I chose. I shake the host's hand and so does Ethan. We sit down. I sit closer to the host and Ethan sits beside me. I sit up in my seat and the host starts to talk.
(Play the song now😊)
"Welcome back, welcome back to the very very late night show. I'm your host like every night LB. And uhhh right now we got two of the biggest stars in the world r I mean, we can't go anywhere without hearing their names.
Now you two usually keep it private but you're about to open up and uhhh I guess we'll start with you. And tell us how you're feeling." He says to me.
I take a huge huff and speak.
"See I'm a real woman. A women that doesn't need much,but appreciates a whole lot. And he always call me crazy, but I'm not crazy.I'm from LA where the sun's always shining so a lot of people are shady, but at least I got my baby. Right baby?" I ask, while rubbing his leg.
"Right, look.What's the difference between real love and fake love?The same difference between real titties and fake ones.You can feel the difference, and even though it changes overtime.It stays consistent, I ain't gonna lie though, It takes persistence, but you the one I wanna be with when the ball drop.That's why I send for you like the call drop.Plus I know all your insecurities, and I don't mean like mall cops.I mean the type we all got.I'm never focused on my exes more than our execution.No time to be stressed and confusing.A happy home is the best to move in, just like happy endings can be the best conclusion.
My dad used to say real love can be the best illusion, because when you think it's there, it's already moving,and some feelings will leave before the rest can move in, and I know both of our families are divorced and suing.But look, this ain't repetition, It's evolution.You changed the theory up.You the type to have the hardest man tearing up, and all your friends around you try to get their appearance up,when you ain't even wearing much,but real enough to remind me to hit my parents up." He says.
The crowd cheers once more and I smile. They really love us. Time to ruin everything.
"Aww make some noise everybody, everybody make some noise! Wow. That's just real love, you know... beautiful. Makes me want to call my wife up right now and just tell her.I Love her... I promise but Diana you were saying something along the... ohh." LB says.
"Yeah he's sweet. I mean you know when he wants to be not all the time.Let's not front in front of all these people. Don't act like just a couple weeks ago you wasn't fucking with them bitches. Out here, disrespecting me. I mean you know I fucked up too. Went through your phone you wasn't looking, and I found out, but if we in the same house, the same building.Then you can't interrupt a happy home that's still buildin'.You ol' sneaky ass." I say.
The whole crowd gasps. The "perfect couple" fighting....on live television. I wish I could take it all back.
"Fuck is you saying? Who are you talkin to? Never called you a bitch, but who are you barking to? Look you disrespecting me, calling me a lying ass. Who are you trying, am I on trial? Are you not the number one on my speed dial? You know that you tripping. You need guidance.You got these people inside our business ,like U and I is.You probably didn't even catch that did you?You're too undivided.You're too indecisive. You're too one sided.You the type to kick me out the house after I buy it, and then talk to me like you're the pro when, I'm the one that's been providing.I hate talking about what's private when we not in private.'Cause I don't want to say nothing to piss your mother off.
Since we inviting everyone in the bedroom,let's take the covers off, and talking about how you fucking what's his name who's so fucking lame.I wish I would've known before I took the rubber off.Got me questioning like is this even love at all? I used to see my future in your eyes like the crystal ball. Looking for some feelings in the lost and found.
Contemplating.
Thinking how we supposed to hold each other down if we can't even hold on a conversation. You take the sex away then what else are we left to lay in? I'm tired of fronting for these people who ain't got our back, 'cause to them it's all entertainment, and they not looking at us like we real people, or like we up here just fuckin playing, and time's the only thing we can't afford, then why would waste it? How we supposed to face our problems,if we can't even face to face it? Fuck! Man, fuck this shit." He says.
He storms off of the stage and I chase after him. We make it all the way back to our dressing room. I close the door behind myself, and Ethan kisses my forehead. He pulls away, and I look at him. He has the biggest smile on his face. Meanwhile, I try to fake a smile for his sake.
"You did so good!" He says.
I smile at him.
"This is gonna be all over the blogs tomorrow." He says.
"Um...great." I say.
"This is epic." He says.
He sits down on the mini couch and pulls his phone out.
Hollywood.
The best city in the world,creates the worst monsters.
One of them is me.
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