ambience [h.s]

CHAPTER 6.

I wake to the sound of my phone ringing. It’s Anne, but why would she be calling me at this time? I glance at my clock before I answer. I don't even remember what the time says, just that it’s way too early to be awake.  

“Hello?” I say groggily. 

“Rose!” Anne’s sharp voice says through the speaker. “We have a meeting at 9 on the third floor in our publicists office. Her name is Shannon Caldwell.”

“What? Why? What about the other auditions?” I sit up and prepare to wake Diana.

“You’ll see when you get there. Phillip and I also have to decide whether or not Savannah is right or not, though we are pretty sure Harry is. Today is a busy day, because after this meeting, we have minor role auditions and chemistry testing, also we have to put up the extra flyers online and contact others we think will be right, then you are going to need to meet with the editors to talk about it, since you are the writer. Wear something nice, and long.” She doesn't wait for me to answer, just hangs up. I groan and roll out of bed. 

“DIANA!” I scream as I drag myself to the bathroom. I strip down and head to the shower. I wish I could stay here forever, even though the hotel showers suck. That reminds me that Diana and I need to buy an apartment, since we do live here. The fucking hotel is draining us. Tomorrow will be our last day, I silently promise myself. I turn off the water and dry myself. I walk back to where the beds are and grab my adult suit, that I hate with a very strong and fiery passion. The pants are ironed and perfect for once, I notice as I pick it up then lay it on my messy bed, which I never make. 

“DIANA ELIZABETH GET THE FUCK UP!” I scream. Jesus, she could be dead. I storm over to her bed and begin to pull her hair. She screams and tries to pull her hair back from my grip. I pull harder and she pushes herself up, trying to break free of my grip. I just pull further until she is sitting up. 

“Bitch.” She says. I roll my eyes and repeat our schedule to her. Her eyes widen and she springs up and races to the bathroom. 

“Anne says look nice!” I shout through the door. I then throw my outfit on and begin blow drying my hair. When its dry I just put it in a simple low ponytail and begin my light makeup. When I am finished I wait while Diana is finishes her long routine of getting ready. I check my phone and see I have missed calls from LA Movie. I swear under my breath as Diana comes out, looking gorgeous effortlessly. We half run to the car, seeing as its 8:30. Diana goes over our schedule, she emails the people we have to meet with, and asks Harry and Savannah to be at the auditions, since Anne already called them both back. We pull into the building and calmly walk to the elevators pushing the third floor. Just before the door closes Harry slips in. I roll my eyes. 

“Congrats!” He says to me slightly sarcastically. I scrunch my nose. What? “On being tweeted by Justin Bieber!”

“I don’t have a twitter…” I say, not sure of the feelings swirling inside me. Justin Bieber? Diana gasps and her smile widens. 

“What did he tweet? Show us please!” She begs Harry. He sighs and pulls out his phone. He scrolls and types into his phone. He turns around the screen and on it is Justin Bieber’s tweet, a link to a video and the words “greatest girl fight ever! #teamrose”. I gasp along with Diana. 

“Team Rose is trending on twitter.” Harry says bringing his phone back. “The youtube video has a million views and a lot of likes. And a bunch of other people have tweeted it.” The elevator dings and we step out. I let the information sink in. Team Rose? I’m Rose, and I’m trending on twitter? I never cared much about social media, but I can’t help but feel a little bit of awe. We find Ms. Caldwell’s office on the list, and when we get there, through the glass, we see who I assume to be Shannon Caldwell, Mr. Filcock; my producer, his assistant, Anne and Phillip, some others in on the production and Sheri. They are all seated on a long table with Shannon Caldwell at the head. We walk in and sit in the three empty seats. I wonder what Harry is doing here, but figure it is better not to ask considering the looks I am currently getting. I shoot everyone a glare back.