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9: They Call Her a Celebrity

I am officially signed into a contract with Gray & Thorne Productions to star in the newest season of 'Life After Lottery'. Carol advised me to look over the fifty-one page contract once more to make sure that there wasn't any miscommunication in case problem arose during filming. When I didn't see anything that necessarily would cause a huge problem, my parents were in tears of joy the entire time as they signed their names in legality, since I was still a minor.

Mentally and emotionally, I don't think I'm prepared for this upcoming school year, especially since every detail of my junior year is going to be publicized on national television. There are minutes in the day where I regret my decision - having a camera follow me where ever I go would cause an anxiety attack for anyone. Then there are other moments where I think about how long I've craved for an adventure, how much I've wanted a change. And those moments are what makes me sure that this is going to be a very interesting year.

Also worthy of mention, junior year is crucial for college, and while having my social life take flight is a dream come true, it serves as the biggest distraction to my academics. Finding time to set aside for tutoring and studying, on top of that, taking the SAT's, when there's likely to be a camera in my face a majority of the day will be a challenge. So, I'd like to emphasize that this is truly going to be an interesting year.

Currently, I'm sitting across Penelope, my new manager and talent agent, and next to her, Clarkson, my appointed publicist. Penelope is young, her fresh doe-eyed expression free of wrinkles and stress lines. She has gorgeous auburn hair that glides freely across her face with every movement made. From the ten minutes we've been talking, I have found that she's a very practical and realistic person, as she should be, given her career.

Clarkson is a bit older though he too didn't possess any physical sign of age. His clear skin was pore less, probably due to the facial cream he's been ranting on and on about for five minutes after I had complimented his glowing skin. He rocks the bald look, but hides his shiny head underneath a Kangol hat that matches the brown leather vest he was wearing. He has a lot of ideas - none of which were practical enough for Penelope - though they were all within the realm of his job.

Both have only been in the industry for a few years but from the celebrities they had listed previously working with (Mila, JLaw, and Emma, just to name a few), they were experts in this industry.

"You said your friend Darcy is interested in becoming your new stylist?" Clarkson asks while they both take notes on their matching iPad's.

I clear my throat. "Uh, yes. She's an aspiring fashion stylist and she'd be perfect for the job. I can't count the number of times she's dressed me for a party or an important event."

"Hm, new talent on the show, I love it for your image," Clarkson gushes. "Love Harrison - bringing in the new talents of Hollywood."

"I like the sound of that," I say, warming up to the idea.

"I will need to see a portfolio of some sort from her, just to see what we're working with."

"That won't be a problem," I assure him.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to make you the biggest reality TV star this country has ever seen. You're going to be a celebrity before the show wraps up," He beams.

"You're friends with that lead singer from Broken Roses as well right?" Penelope types furiously.

"Yes," I validate.

It's quiet for awhile as I wait for them to finish typing. I can tell my parents are in the next room over, trying to listen in on our conversations, but pretending to be occupied reading one of their self-help books. They wanted to be a part of this conversation but Penelope and Clarkson insisted on one-on-one time with me. For obvious reasons, I didn't argue.