Cinderella in the Cameras

Cinderellas Feet Hurt

«Hello this is a note I am making after finishing this book. I was just turning 13 when I began to write this and at the time I was very proud, so in honor of my happy young past self I will be keeping it up. CAUTION IT IS ADMITTEDLY HORRIBLE. I WILL NOT BE EDITING IT BC IM LAZY AS SHIT SORRY (contact me if you would be interested in editing, I wouldn't mind that) and with that note if you still want to read this I'll tell you the grammar and overall quality gets better as the story progresses, and again I'm so sorry for how horrible it is sorry »

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Warning:
This book may exhibit cursing, violence, and sexual content. But that's just showbiz for ya.

© Leah Bier 2013 (Aka copy my book and I will hunt you down and behead you!)

(This beginning chapter is very fast paced, I will rewrite it when I finish the book and edit it! Please try and read a bit before deciding against reading it all!)

People swarmed around me, pampering me. I hummed a tune like I usually do at this part. Soooooo boring. People applied and took away make up; people curled and sprayed my thin honey blonde hair. They were like bees clustering around their queen. They chatted like I wasn't there, I was a statue. I hated it.
"You're on in 10." A producer yelled from around the corner. I admit, I loved being in the spotlight. Some rookie explained to me what to do, but I zoned out having done it before.
"And here she is folks, the famous Ella Mills!" I heard ear bursting applause and a bright light hit me. I smiled, waved and danced a bit to the tune. I blew a kiss to the roots, kisses were my thing. Jimmy led me up the stairs since I was unbalanced in this darn Jimmy Choos. They finished the tune and I sat down.
"Ella! It's so great to have you back! You are looking beautiful as always." He grinned wide and gestures to my vintage rose dress.
Some one from the crowd shouted "I love you Ella!!"
"I love you too random citizen." I lowered my voice and answered. I turned back to Jimmy and laughed, "sorry, I've always wanted to do that. But yeah I got this dress from a thrift shop." I smiled.
"Really? Wow!" Jimmy replied.
"Yep. My style is very vintage and the best place to get that is from the past."
Jimmy nodded,"by the way, do you mind if I take off these shoes? My feet hurt!"
I could basically see my manager face palming at home. Haha.
"Sure! Make yourself at home." I took off my heels, showing off my mistletoe pedicure. I straightened my legs in front of me and wiggled my toes, but then tucked my legs under me.
"So, Ella, your new movie comes out Friday right." He started the interview.
"Yep. Yep." I nodded.
"Your movie Not My Choice has both Morgan Freeman and Channing Tutum." I nodded again. "Wow, you three together? Amazing! How did they wrangle you guys up?"
"Well, Channing auditioned for it I think, and I had read the book so I had my manager ask if I could. Then we auditioned together and the producer started rambling about sparks. Then when they announced us as the stars Morgan volunteered."I finished my story.
"Wow. This movie is obviously going to be a best seller. Here is a clip with Ella Mills in Not My Choice, in theaters August 28." He pointed to the screen then relaxed as the camera clicked off him and went to the commercials. He turned to me with a small smile. "Thank you or coming Ella. I know you have a crazy schedule. I know this movie will be huge."
I thanked him and we shook hands and I exited to the back again. I gathered my things and was escorted my Oscar, my big bodyguard, to a limo. I was staying in New York this week doing interviews until Friday.
I yawned and turned to Oscar. "Do you mind if we stop at the Empire State Building?"
I knew exactly what he would say. "Sure." He shrugged and answered like usual. He was the only bodyguard I have had that doesn't go by every rule my manager tells him. And speaking of the devil... "Mom" pops up on my phone and a horror movie song plays.
"Hello mother." I pick up and here the driver chuckles.
"Ella! I saw the show! Your feet hurt?! I will have to be talking to Jimmy Choos all night." She kept on ranting, I pulled the phone away from my ear and rolled my eyes.
When we pulled in front of the Empire State Building and I started making static noises in the phone. "Breaking up......potatoes...Empire State building... Sleep.." I Hung up on my evil momager, if you could even call her my mom. The corner of Oscars mouth slid up a bit. To him that was laughing, he wasn't into showing emotion. He got out and opened the door for me.
Naturally, everyone was staring knowing limo=star. Like I was taught I slowly put both Toms covered feet out, then peeked out my head. I did this a lot and I got the usual reactions. Boys froze or checked me out. Girls squealed or pulled out their phones. The major fans froze or screamed bloody murder. My Cinderellas rock though ( that what my fans call themselves, adorable right?!) I'm glad there was no screamers today.
Sadly, it was night so I couldn't put on sunglasses and put my head down. I refuse to ever, ever wear sunglasses at night. I mean have you seen Justin Bieber? My positive nature has gotten all the fan groups approving of me, yes surprisingly even the directioners praise me. The one group that has pissed me off beyond end is the believers.
"Stella! Do you mind if I head up tonight." I said to the sweet secretary who knows me by now.
"Hello, dear! Of course, I need your pass though." Oliver grabbed the yellow pass the building had given us after so many regular visits. Stella scanned it and pointed us to the elevators. Of course we knew where they were though. I made polite chatter with the starstruck girls in the elevator.
Finally the doors open, a cool breeze hits me. Oscar ushers the fans away from me and sets his phone timer to 10 minutes. 10 minutes til the paparazzi take the social media hint of me being here. Darn smart phones. I only have ten minutes. Ten minutes to myself, and I will save every second of it.
I grab the railing and my hair whips around in the breeze; it's gonna be a devil to brush tomorrow but now I don't care. I look over a the twinkling light over the Manhattan skyline, and I remember why I love it here. I love my small North Carolina town but I tend to be in New York and LA with my new bustling social life. I hate red carpets, I'd rather just interview casually if you couldn't tell my 'stunt' today. It's all worth it for acting though.
All through 3rd-10th grade I was bullied. By different people at each school, I was always a target. I never understood! My mantra was always just be nice, no matter how prissy they are just don't fight back. I got used to the constant hate, but I never got used to being lonely. I just wanted a friend.
In junior year my mom moved us across town and kicked my drunk hick of a dad out. When he left she changed for the better. Marie was attentive, encouraging, and considerate. My mother helped me break into the show business, and I was so grateful. By the time I was 18 I was in big movies and finally had a BFF, Brooklyn. But then things went crazy; my dad was back. He swore he was better and they have been off and on for 2 years now. He makes her such a bitch.
When she brought him back I took my savings and my BFF and ran to NYC. Ever since then The Empire State Building has been my second home. The twinkling lights and cool air is more relaxing than a day at the spa.
Oliver's phone beeps lightly snapping me out of this city's blissful trance. "Ella, we have to go." He whispered to me in his deep bodyguard voice.
He stood behind me as we went to the next elevator going down. Just as we step in another elevator opens its doors across the hall. Just in time. An array of middle aged men carrying cameras busted out of the lift. The doors started closing as one of them finally spotted me. I blew him a taunting kiss and laughed.

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These beginning chapters are my favorite to wright, it's like creating a person out of 26 letters. Thanks for reading!