The Price Of Fame

Chapter 6

Camila made her way into the building where the girls were already inside for the interview.
She opened the door stopping the conversation which had been taking place seconds before she interrupted it. She looked around the silent room making eye contact with all four girls. No one bothered to greet her or even break the silence, they just took another glance at the girl before continuing on with the conversation they had been in the middle of.
Camila knew she was late, she was supposed to be here an hour ago however she got held up at the airport at the luggage collection waiting for her guitar. And then she may have ran into a couple of fans who wanted photos, who was she to deny fans a photo with their idol? So by the time she made it to the interview all the girls had already had their hair and makeup done and were just waiting on Camila to arrive.
Camila stood awkwardly to the side of the room placing her guitar down on a light grey couch.
"Hi Camila, let's get you sorted." The make up stylist greeted her and motioned her to sit down in front of a large mirror lining half of the wall.
Camila gave the women a thankful smile and sat down staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face pale and ghost like. Dark shadows lining the space under her eyes. She looked exhausted like she hadn't slept for months. She hadn't t really been sleeping much lately anyway because she had been working on her song writing. The make up stylist applied make up to her face and got her ready and presentable.

"Well you look like shit." Dinah pulled a chair across the room to sit next to Camila.

"Wow thanks for the self confidence boost." Camila grinned.

"Your welcome. But seriously, you look terrible." Dinah wrapped an arm around Camila.

"Yeah I haven't slept. Why are the girls so..." Camila paused to find the right word for their behaviour when she first entered the room.

"Annoyed? Tense?"

"Yeah. That." Camila pulled her phone out to see she had a lot of notifications from twitter, which she could only guess where filled with hate.

"Well I think they're just a little bit hesitant and unsure about our future. Your future. Fifth harmony's future." Dinah grabbed Camila's phone from her hands. "I thought I told you to delete twitter from your phone!"

"I know you did." Camila sighed continuing to look herself in the mirror.

"Come on let's get this interview done so you can go to sleep. Because you do look like shit, sorry not sorry."

The interview went along as normal, Camila being distant while the other four girls only interacted with each other. It got to the point where Camila wasn't even paying attention any more and just staring at her phone which was sitting on her leg and lighting up with notifications every 5 seconds. Luckily a desk covered the lower half of her body so the cameras filming the interview couldn't see that she was on her phone, otherwise she would be in big trouble from management.
The interviewer wasn't unaware though and called her out in a question.

"So Camila, it's been all through the tabloids that you're rumoured to be dating Shawn Mendes. Any truth the the stories?"

Camila didn't look up from her phone, completely unaware that the interviewer had just asked her a question.

"Camila? Gonna answer?" Dinah tapped her on the arm brining Camila back to reality.

"Oh sorry, no we're just really close friends. He's a really great guy."

The interview shortly concluded, the girls making their way back to the hotel. Camila sat in the back by herself. With her eyes glued to her laptop in her lap. The other girls glared over in her direction every now and then, showing their disapproval of the small girl.
"So Walz, how did the music video go?" Dinah spun around attempting to break the silence. And encourage the girl to speak. The other girls all turned to hear Camila's response.

"Fine." Camila didn't lift her eyes up from her screen.

"Just fine? So you almost miss our interview and all you can say is 'fine'." Normani used her fingers to quote the air.

"Yep. It's not like you want to know anyway." Camila readjusted her position sitting up on the seat, her body tensing.

"Whatever. You know if you didn't do this in the first place and stab us in the back, we might actually still be friends." Normani took out her phone. "You see this? This is me deleting your number. Don't talk to me, don't act like we're friends. And don't expect me to feel sorry for you when you turn everyone against you." Normani turned back to the front and watched the road.

Camila's face dropped, her eyes pleading the other girls for help. They all turned around ignoring her small attempt to communicate with them.
A few minutes passed before she spoke again.
"How far are we away from the hotel?" She slammed her laptop shut.

"Uhh about 30 minutes." The driver spoke up from the front seat.

"Can you pull over?" Camila grabbed her phone from the seat next to her and moved to the middle of the van.

"What why?" The driver slowed the van down and slowly pulled to the side of the road.

"I'll get myself back to the hotel." Camila opened the door.

"Wait! No way! It's fucking night time! You are not going by yourself, don't be stupid and sit the fuck down!" Dinah grabbed her arm trying to pull her back.

"Dinah don't! I'm obviously not wanted here, so I'm leaving." Without another word Camila jumped from the van with her laptop in hand.

"Wait Camila." Normani jumped from her seat.

Camila's face lit up expecting Normani to apologise and tell her to stop being stupid. But that's not what happened.

"You might need this." Normani threw Camila's guitar to the ground with a thud.

Camila picked it up scoffing before turning to walk away. The van stayed in the same spot for 5 minutes, the driver refusing to leave until they got Camila back in the van. Not one of the girls went to make a move to follow Camila. They all just watched as she disappeared into the distance, guitar on her back and her laptop in hand.

"Are we all seriously going to let her walk away?" Dinah rubbed the side of her face.

"Walk away from the van or Fifth Harmony?" Normani tapped the driver on the shoulder. "You might as well drive, she's not coming back."