Testimony of a Rock Star: Fame Chapter 1

Testimony of a Rock Star: Fame Chapter 2-4

Toby Los Angeles, CA Present

2. Ride

“So who is she?” I glanced over the front page of Delirious Magazine, a picture

of another pretty face running from photographers at LAX. 

“Do you live under a rock? That’s Jacinda Leigh! Only the newest thing out there! She’s making headlines everywhere.” He wiped the sweat from his bald head. “She’s been on tour, and is flying out to Charlotte, North Carolina to do her last concert. That’s where she’s from.” He got up from his oversized desk and walked over to the window that looked over the office of Delirious Magazine where millions were running around trying to get the latest gossip or news story that just broke. “Anyway, I want you to catch a flight out there, and be at that press conference they’re holding before the concert.”

“You want me to fly out there to go to a press concert for some pop star....I don’t think so Ralph. It’s not really my thing.” I sat back with a disgusted look on my face.

“Well, it is now! I want the dirt, and I want to be the first to print it.” He picked up the latest issue of Delirious and looked at the picture again. “She’s just too good to be true. She doesn’t smoke and barely drinks. I mean there has to be some sort of story there, maybe she’s bulimic?” He threw the paper back on the desk and looked at me dead in the eye. “You’re my best reporter, Toby, now I need you to go out there to North Carolina and work your magic!”

I stood up with a disgusted look and a huge sigh. “When do I leave?”

“When can you get to the airport?” I shook my head, and then turned to leave. 

“Toby?” 

I turned back to face Ralph. 

“Don’t come back till you got what I want.” He spoke sternly. 

I rolled my eyes and turned to open the door. 

“Toby?” 

I inhaled deeply and then turned to face him again this time with

a huge sarcastic smile. “Yes?” 

“Thanks.” Ralph smiled back returning the sarcasm.

I jumped into my black Jeep Wrangler and drove to my small studio apartment in the sky, or on the third floor. The sun was hot in L.A., the traffic, horrible as always, and if it wasn’t for my love of surfing I would have looked for a more official job in Chicago or New York. L.A. held nothing but celebrity gossip and I had had my fair share of that. I was overloaded daily on the starlets and their addictions to drugs and shopping. Now I was flying out of town to follow another one who probably had the same vices as the rest.

There would be no new story in the life of Jacinda Leigh. She would live through the shades of her designer sunglasses, seeing everything in the background of flashing cameras. Her biggest worries were her wardrobe, and maybe whether her song was number one on the charts. She was going to be as shallow as the rest, and there would always be dirt.

Everyone has skeletons in the closet, something that they don’t want to be exposed. So when it came to digging up these skeletons I was the best. I had personally de-throwned three or four of the rich and famous “it” girls. Their fall was always more exciting than their rise, that’s why I did it. It did amuse me that I could reveal them to the public for what they really were and in a split second end their careers here in Hollywood. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t make it my job to ruin careers. I just state the facts, and the fans can take it however they choose. Just normally they choose to move on to the next big thing.