Second in line { on. Hold. }

Number 2

Concerts & paparazzi
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Audrey

I rolled my head back with laughter at this spontaneous twitter question.

"Are you guys serious?" I ask a little smirk playing on my lips. sitting down in the middle of the stage my legs criss crossed apple sauce.

"Audrey are you pregnant." my voice ringed through the audience, me putting on a posh British accent "now guys if I was pregnant,which I'm not. would I be able to sing and dance on this stage like I do?" I ask sitting down on the stage very close to my fans. "Not to mention that I'm forever alone."

I ask the one girl to come up and she squeals then gently grabs my hand and pulls herself up.

"Oh my god you are a lot prettier up close." Is the first thing out of her mouth. sure my shoulder length blonde hair and green/brown eyes to tend to make people think I'm pretty.

"And you remind me of a goddess" I compliment her and step back starting a round of applause. she silently hops off the stage with the assistance of my many security guards.

''Well it seems as if we are out of time." I sigh into the microphone. placing a hand on my heart. "but don't worry I will always be with you" I say the speech my manager kimberley came up with. so cheesy I know.

I walk off the stage and kimberley rushes over to me with a very panic look on her face. "Did you say the tiny speech I couldn't hear, simon called me to an emergency meeting." she runs a hand through her hair and let's out a sigh when I shake my head yes.

"Audrey that was a lovely show." Abby my best friend rushes over to greet me with a hug. we have been best friends since we both worked on a broadway musical last summer.

"Abby you look perfect for it being 11:30 at night." I let out an exasperated sigh as I fling myself down on the couch in my dressing room. "Well I try." she flips her shoulder length brown hair over her shoulders and sits beside me on the couch.

"I'm hungry let's ditch this place and get me some chipotle." I stand up walking over to my closet to get out of the sweaty clothes I ran about on stage in.

"We always go there can't we go somewhere else? Olive Garden? There is a small diner down the way." Abby coax me into going somewhere else.

"Fine we can go to the dinner but your paying." I grumble pulling over a pink top and black leggings. who's going to be out? It's almost 12 o'clock at night.

She giggles jingling her car keys to her Mercedes Benz and I grab my Louis Vuitton backpack and a bottle of water for the way. as we get outside I'm surprised not to be bombarded with paparazzi... I guess it's to late oh I heard P!nk is in town they probably want to get pictures of her.

The diner was a short drive 8 minutes to say the most. when we walked inside all I could see were cameras not pointed at me but on tables. the paparazzi were here. sucking my head behind Abby I pulled my sunglasses out and punting out to Abby she did the same and we went into a corner booth far in the right corner.

"May I help you." I young woman around our age chewing gun rather obnoxiously spoke through her nose to ask us.

"Can we have menus?" Abby asked using the same voice. she rolled her eyes and got two plastic coated sheets of paper.

"Our special is hot turkey sandwich on kaiser roll with a side of mashed potatoes." she said

"What would you like to drink." she quickly pulled out her pad of paper.

"Water." me and Abby said at the same time. we chuckled but the lady didn't seem amused as she strode off to flirt with a young guy sitting across from us with a camera on the table. paparazzi.