InstaReality

Chapter 2

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My morning consisted of:

One: Waking up at five in the morning for a photo shoot. Not really my forte, but it was part of the job. I just laid in bed for half an hour most of the time.

Two: Choosing an outfit, only to change into a different one when I arrived at the designated place.

Three: Dealing with my grumpy manager, who, constantly complained she hated her job. When I first started the job, I asked her why she stayed if she hated it. She yelled at me, It was bad. I never asked her again.

Four: Drinking either a coffee or a tea from the local cafe. I was in a coffee mood today. It didn't do much, just sped up my heart rate, but that was fine. It's something I enjoy wasting my money on.

Five: Arriving at the destination.

Six: Spending a good chunk of the morning posing, while the photographer (his name is Dwayne), took a bunch of photos of me in various backgrounds, and poses.

I was currently still on thing "One" of my list. I sighed as I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, and looked at the notifications. Most of them were likes of my photos, some were comments on the same photos. I kept scrolling when two things stood out to me.

One, I got a follow from RoadtripTV.

Two, I also got a message from RoadtripTV. The message read:

Good morning, darling. I hope you slept well after our accidental phone call. Sorry about that, again. -Andy

I didn't realize I was smiling until I tried to force myself to stop smiling, I couldn't. I read the message again, and contemplated on what to reply back to him. Before I tapped the message bar, and started to type up my reply, I checked to see what time it was over in the UK. It was about ten in the morning. I nodded to myself and began the message. I could still use good morning.

Good morning! I slept fine after we ended the call.

I went to type more, but my thumb slipped and sent the message. Dammit. Now I have too double text.

Also, don't be sorry! I thought your band mates were interesting, loud, but interesting!

I sent that and turned off my screen. I let out the breath I was holding for literally no reason, and sat up. The sun filtered through the windows, and the pigeons were having a very loud conversation just outside my window. I rolled my eyes, those freaking birds. With a sigh I clamored out of bed. I stretched and set myself to the task of getting ready.

That included a shower, brushing my teeth, getting dressed, and then set myself to the task of managing my hair. I was going to straighten it, but I decided to put it in beach waves. I took half an hour. I didn't bother with my make up, I knew that Cherry (the make up lady) was coming in today. Hannah (my manager) said that today was going to be a big day. I didn't know why, and I wasn't really sure if I wanted to find out.

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I walked into the cafe. My hair looked nice, and my outfit was decent. I wore ripped skinny jeans, a t-shirt that read: Dogs before Dudes, and black vans. It was simple, but it got the job done. I walked over to the counter and was greeted by Natalie. She worked every morning as the opening manager; while doing this she also balance college for being a Veterinarian. She had two dogs, and she was engaged to her long time boyfriend, Jimmy. She was also my best friend since High School. She greeted me with a big smile, and a cheerful good morning, and our Not-So-Normal-But-Normal-For-Us-Greeting.