Lights, Camera and Alden Richards ➣ AlDub/MaiChard

thirty-one

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OCTOBER 2016

What could possibly go wrong?

Well, Maine thought, I have just about 78 things on my list.

She feels like she's given everything for the career she never wanted in the first place—her privacy, her ability to make choices of her own, her dignity, her pride, even her first god damn kiss. In the beginning, she would agree to everything, think of everything as some kind of solution to solve her problems. She wondered that if she had chosen a different path to solve her struggles, she might be in a different place.

God, why did she even think that stepping under the spotlight would do her any good?

She wanted simple things, okay? She wanted her brother and father to have the best kind of recovery there is through making music—something she has always wanted. It might not have been the best decision because she did not take a few things into consideration. Damn it, she thought. She shouldn't have involved her music into this. She should have just joined her sister in the business field, surrounded by papers and numbers and—ugh. Just the thought of being in a desk full of paperwork made her cringe.

Life, despite the fun of it all, sucks.

You want to help your family? Sure, but you need to work. Here's a job that qualifies your educational background. But you don't like being flooded by numbers and responsibilities? That's all right. Find a job you love and you'll never work a day in your life! Music? You want to make music? Here's a guitar and a microphone. But you need to date a super famous and arrogant guy to make it to stardom. Wait, you don't want to be under the spotlight and you just want to make music? No can do, sweetie. You gotta go through shit to actually make it.

Life, no matter how painful it sounds, is a false advertisement.

You don't really get what you want with the price it offers.

Like right now. All she wants is to end this shitfest they call 'publicity stunt' but her contract says otherwise.

"Do I have to go?" she asked Jade, even when she knew the answer. "I mean... ugh. Get me out of here."

"When did you become a diva?" Jade joked as she curled the singer's hair. "You don't have to talk to him."

"Lagi niyong sinasabi 'yan," Maine grumbled. "You don't understand. It's difficult not to talk to him."

"Paano?" Jade asked. "Just ignore him. Smile for the lights and cameras, sit beside him, hold his hand when necessary, but don't talk to him."

The woman seated on the 'glam' chair chuckled. "You really know nothing about him."

"Naman," Jade laughed. "You're as close as anyone could be with Alden Richards. Besides Jen herself."

Maine shook her head. "I don't really know him."

"Liar," the other chuckled. "Kakasabi mo lang na I know nothing about him."

"What the media says about him," Maine continued. "Heartless, womanizer, immature—they're all true. I experienced it first hand."

"Don't be so sure," Jade mumbled, finishing up her hair. "All done. Where's her dress?"

As if on cue, Kim entered the room along with Mary and Tyler.

"Do you need anything else?" Kim asked, leading Mary and Tyler towards Maine's area. Tyler, who was holding her dress, hung it beside her mirror.

"That's..." Maine stuttered. "My dress?"