DON'T LET ME GO

chapter 4

It has been 3 years since that day at Mr Wright's audition. With all the hate i had for Carmen Del Rosso we never crossed roads again, my guess is she was just avoiding me, i like to think i scared the woman...

Since i got to the official age of drinking i was out and about all night every night. I became Hollywood's bad girl, the party girl, the one you want to hate but you know deep down you really can't.
Movie after movie i always made sure that my acting career  comes first, remember! I had an enemy to distroy. It is off set that i turn into a feast on which tabloids were feeding, i was never left alone.
My pictures were making the worst paparazzo rich, my showing up at a club could make it THE it club, according to celebrity magazines i dated every guy i ever took a picture with or i've been breifly seen with, even some lesbian power websites started this fantacy about me being gay since i never officially dated any guy, they wouldn't have it more wrong even if they tried. I was simply put unimpressed by the guys i met part of me wasnt really giving in because part of them was intimidated by the star side of me to the point they over pass the simple girl underneath, plus honestly why choose one when you can have them all.

In terms of fame and success i was getting so close to Carmen Del Rosso that i could taste my sweet victory over her but to mention her name alone still put me on edge. The kind of edge i fell off when i ended up attending the same venue as Miss Del Rosso in the flesh for the first time in 3 years. She looked the same, as damn drop dead gorgeous as i remember her from years ago only this time, when she saw me she didn't give me that almost genuine Hollywood smile. She just instantly in a robotic move turned the other side and walked away.
For your enemy to ignore you instead of making a scene that is the best that could happen to anybody but not to me, i was pissed. How dare she look at me and then look away? I went home fuming in anger, i literraly walked over every soul i met including two of my girlfriends who unfortunately for them came over at the wrong time. They were trying to make me feel better but nothing was taming my rage until Suzana, the crazy low IQ best friend i have since preschool came up with the best plan.

- Gett her off camera and show her who's the bitch.

I litterally spent the next week sniffing Hollywood streets like a dog to find Carmen Del Rosso, till i finally got a tip that she'll be at one of the 4th of July parties that i was just invited to. I was about to decline that invitation after all what fun could an all girls weekend be? But now i got to make my own fun.

When i arrived at my host mansion i was informed that the list of guests was almost complete, i was so eager to ask if Carmen was already there but that would seem disperate so i grabbed a drink and laid down by the pool with a bunch of other girls trying to entertain myself with their relationship dramas but my mind kept on straying away from the boring conversations, i was on a mission; to confront CARMEN DEL ROSSO.

I am not sure if i had so much to drink or i stayed longer than i should under the sun or did i just smoked some real premium weed but i was out of control within two hours or so, out of this world dimension kind of way and as the movie says it was "just my luck" that my one and only enemy just stepped into the backyard, when i saw her i tried to keep my posture, to swing a bit less obviously from right to left, to have a coherent speech so i can do what i came here to do but aparently Carmen Del Rosso always win.