"Lia Grant" I said to the man behind the counter. He looked at me and then down at the card in his hand.
"Look kid...this is a really nicely made fake. But I can't let you in. Just because you say some celebrity is your mom doesn't mean I'm just gonna TRUST you!" I roll my eyes.
"I'm on the list...can't you just look?" I put my head in my hands and breathe deeply. I'm going to miss my mom's interview and she'll be PISSED.
"There's no need......" He looks me straight in the eyes.
"Ophelia?? THERE YOU ARE!" I hear my mother call from the other side of the rope entrance. She runs over. "Hurry come one we are going to be late!" She grabs my hand.
"That's not my fault. THIS dude won't let me in." I nod toward him.
"Well why not? Did you give him your ID?? And tell him who you are??" She looks at me then at him. I look at him with a smug expression.
"Ophelia Lourdes Del Rey. Lia Grant. One of those should be on the list." My mother looks disappointedly at the guard.
"Ophelia Lourdes....well...I do have to apologize...it seems to be right here.." he says pointing at my name on the list. "I apologize for this misunderstanding I am so so sorry Miss. Del Rey. Go on in young lady!!" He says moving the rope so I can enter. That took longer than expected.
"We are going to be late and then Ellen is NEVER going to ask me back!!!" My mother puts her hands through her hair and walks faster and faster toward a room with the sign that says 'The dressing room welcomes Miss Lana Del Rey'
"There you are!!!" Ben Mawson, my mothers manager, says as we enter the dressing room. "Lia please help your mom unbraid her hair and get into that outfit hanging on the door!" Ed Millet (my mothers other manager) says frantically.
Pamela, the makeup artist, rushes over and starts applying foundation on my moms face as I undo her two French braids. Anna (hairstylist) runs over with a comb and some hairspray. "Thank you Ophelia. You can go now." Anna says. I can't tell if she's trying to be sweet or if she just got mad at me. I decide to push it out of my mind and go sit on the couch.
"LIA WHAT THE HELL GET UP. HELP! CAN YOU NOT SEE WE ARE STRUGGLING WITH TIME! NO SITTING!" Ed yells at me.
"Hey! Do not talk to her like that!! Anna told her she could go!"my mom comes to my rescue. "Ed why don't you go check and see if Ellen is ready for us?" She says, looking at him sternly.
I smile and then walk over to the outfit my mom is supposed to wear
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"SHES READY" ed comes sprinting back into the room.
"Shit shit shit shit.." she jumps up and quickly starts to dress as Anna and Pamela continue working. I step back to not get in the way.
"You look beautiful." I say as she stands getting her hair finished.
"Thank you, my love. As do you."
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We rush out of the dressing room and she grabs my hand. "I love you Ophelia."
"Love you too mommy." I say as she lets go of my hand and walks on stage with Ellen DeGeneres.
