Even before the white stretch limo pulled to a stop outside the Nokia Theater, Amelie Adams could hear the screams of hundreds of fans. She blinked out the tinted windows as the driver slowed to a stop in front of the ruby red carpet. Behind the ground-level throngs of fans and photographer's, models stood on six-foot risers, wearing hot pink Prada sunglasses and bright white tent dresses with graphic prints of L.A. landmarks on them: the Hollywood sign, grauman's chinese , the Beverly hills Hotel, a postcard shot of Malibu. Most of the fans barely paid attention to the glamazons; they were more interested in catching a glimpse of their favorite Hollywood starlets arriving for the premiere of The A-List.
"Fairy Princess!"
"Fairy Princess!"
Even though Amelie wasn't in the movies, her fans knew she was coming tonight. Clusters of little girls waved homemade, glittery signs proclaiming their high-pitched love for her Kids Network so, Fairy Princess. Amelie leaned back in her seat, pushing a red ringlet from her turquoise eyes.
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The A-List
RomanceMeet the new Hollywood Royalty. Amelie, the not-so-innocent starlet; Myla and Ash, the golden couple; Jacob, the geek turned hottie;and JoJo,the putsider who'll do anything to get the A-List.
