Un : Applause

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I live for the applause, applause, applauseI live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plauseLive for the way that you cheer and scream for meThe applause, applause, applause

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I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause

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I'm not going to list the basic keys like what your name is, hair color, eye color, etc... because if you're reading this I would assume that this isn't your first x reader story and that you know the basic keys.

So, when there's keys that are rarely used or not really known then I'll write them down.

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3rd person pov

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3rd person pov

It had been a long day filled with various interviews involving your latest blockbuster film. You didn't really mind anymore since you've done it for years, but it was exhausting. Though you didn't really have a choice either since interviews came as a part of the job. So, it was worth it if meant that you could continue to live out your dream.

Your driver was currently heading back to the penthouse, where you resided in with your parents Everett and Viorica Auclair. Your parents were well known as well, your mother Viorica, was a known for model who often modeled outfits made by Audrey Bourgeois and Gabriel Agreste. Your father Everett on the other hand, was the founder of his own fashion magazine label. Although, everyone knew your parents, unless they were living under a rock, you rose to fame all on your own. Through your skill and charisma, you made a name for yourself establishing your own reputation.

And you loved it because you lived for the fame.

You looked out the back window, viewing tall skyscrapers, watching cars zoom by, and people crowding the streets. It was chaotic, but you've grown to love New York. After all, it was the city of dreams. You originally hailed from Paris France, but your dream of becoming an actress brought you to New York alongside your parents. You'd be lying if you said that you didn't miss Paris, but you had nothing tying you down to the city.

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