Mr. Hollywood
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  • Reads 379,667
  • Votes 10,492
  • Parts 44
  • Time 9h 39m
Complete, First published Aug 14, 2013
You would think that having a Hollywood star as your best friend would be the most amazing thing in the world right? Going to all the parties, meeting other stars, getting to go on set to their movies, red carpets, fancy clothes, 5 star hotels, movie premiers. Sounds like a pretty awesome friend to have right? 
    
    Well wrong. 
    
    I had a best friend but then he up and left me only to become Hollywood's new it boy while I was left behind in Kansas to deal with horrible people in school who just love to hate me, a new step dad who works me to the bone day and night, a mother who forgot I exist, and no way out. 
    
    Except after I had just learned to live with this horrible existence of mine Mr. Superstar came back! And the best part is he totally hates me now. Well that was just fine with me because I have hated him ever since he turned into stupid Mr. Hollywood.
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    I know this sounds like a cliche story but I have put in a few twists of this on my own. So I hope you enjoy it!
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I slipped on my shoes, tightened my shoes. Straightened out my leotard, and fixed my hair. "Ana! Ana!" they called out. I walked on to the stage placement A1. I stood in first position looking down waiting for my que. The music started and then I started. I went on my toes shoes and danced. I dipped and many boys caught me. This act was called The Girl. I am that girl. It's about her being so beautiful that everyone falls for her. In real life I am nothing like that, In these dances I nothing but that. As they dance aggressively yet gracefully, I saw my mother in the crowd. I blinked twice to get the image out of my head because she was gone and I didn't want crazy images of ghost in my head. She was gone. One of the boys looked at me like I was crazy because I missed my cue. Crap I thought as I did it quickly to make sure everything was ok. Luckily everything was ok and got off the stage. "What the hell just happened there?" the director asked, I ignore him and walked to my locker to get a danish and some water, he followed me, "Hey girls only." I said "I'm gay." He replied "And..." I answered He huffed and walked out the room. I smiled at his anger. Seeing the director get angry was always so funny. Yet he always gives me the lead roll.