The Game Of Deceit

❝That is the biggest form of bullying ever, the paparazzi. Printing lies, making accusations, it's just bullying.❞
➳Mila Kunis

 

 

 The Game Of Deceit

Her vision became white and yellow as the cameras flashed brighter and brighter.

She plastered a smile on her face. She placed the glasses to shield her eyes from the blinding light. She looked down to avoid their eyes. She walked confidently as she moved through the swarms of people. To everyone else she looked fine.

Looks can be deceiving.

To others she seemed happy with the attention. To most she seemed perfect. To people she seemed content with her boisterous life. At least that's what people thought.

They thought wrong.

She put on a show. A marvelous but deceitful show.

She acted as though she loved the attention of the crowd. She played it off as though she was confident. She played the part of a happy success story. She acted like she was blessed that the paparazzi followed and marked her every move.

She wasn't.

She acted throughout her every day.

She became the master of pretending. It was almost like a game of who she could fool, how many times she could fool them, and how well she fooled the masses of people.

It was the game of deceit.

She was winning at it.

No one knew how she hated this life. No one knew she cried. No one knew her struggle. No one knew how much she wanted to quit. No one knew her game.

She kept it inside.

She always would.

It was impossible to break her walls. They were her protection from the real world. It was hopeless to help her. Her recovery was unattainable.

No one tried to help her. Cause no one knew.

She felt like she was at the bottom of life while everyone looked at her as though she was at the unreachable top. Like she was a god or something. Like a princess, or ruler. When she really felt like she was no more important than a worm.

A worm could be easily squished and broken. Easily the life could be sucked out of the insect. That's how she felt. Easily destroyed.

What do those people think when they sign up for the job of a pap? Do they think they're making celebrities lives better? Happier? Easier?

If they do they're delusional.

Paparazzi just kill the joy of hers and others lives. They make them like products that need to be advertised. They make them like zoo animals, caged in their own depression.

She moves her way along the sidewalk scribbling an autograph when she can spare a second and trying to block out the noise of the paps yelling her name.

They yell as though their life depends on it. They say lies so hopefully she'll turn with an angry expression so they can snap a quick pic. But she knows better. She knows they have to be ignored.
Her heart clenches as she thinks if her old life. It used to seem so boring. Not anymore. Her old life seemed like a wonderland now.

Her wonderland she couldn't get back to.

A short plump lady with hair slick back and glasses falling off her face stopped her stroll.

It was her manager.

The woman had jet black hair pulled tightly into a pun, her eyes were gray and uninviting. She carried a large briefcase which was known to have files stuffed into it. Her heels clomped as she hurriedly made her way right by the dismal girl.

"Alice!" The manager explained with a puff of breath. "I've been calling you from back there. You didn't reply." The girl didn't get explain before the busy woman carried. "In one of your daydreams I'll bet."

The exhausted girl heaved a big sigh that went unnoticed by the talkative woman. The lady rushed into a speech that she didn't listen to.

As she spoke the girl wondered what it would be like to have her old life back. What would it be like to not be the center of attention? She had forgotten how that felt. It was a dim memory of the past. Something she never had cherished till now.

Then she got to thinking, could she give this all up? Could she leave this world and escape to one of her own? Was it possible?

Her contracts were as of now discontinued. New ones were meant to be signed. Should she sign them?

She now started listen intently to what her manager was saying. "Since you have no more work as of now," the lady continued never seeming to catch her breath. "I've made an appointment with a director who thinks you'd be good in this new movie they're hiring for. It'll be all the rage! Your ratings will for sure spike up if you do this one I'm certain of it. You must do it. So we'll meet him tomorr-"

"Gladis." The bothered girl interrupted.

"Yes, Alice?" The woman pursed her lips into a vertical line disliking her rude interruption.

Alice stared straight into her manager's eyes. She took a deep breath and released it. She didn't feel calm enough so she repeated the action.

Her next words changed her life.

"I quit."

Once those words were said she regained her confidence. Her smile became real. Her back straightened on it's own. She slipped her sunglasses off to see the light of the  sun.

After that she moved swiftly through the large swarms of people for the last time.

The game of deceit was over.

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❝Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.❞
➳Marilyn Monroe