Hi everyone! First of all I'd really love to thank all of the people that took the time to read my story. I'm really proud of it. I really hope that people enjoy it. Secondly I want to put out a disclaimer. I do not, by any means, know Taylor personally or manage his image. I also don't own the Twilight stories. The Taylor in my stories is a combination of the character Jacob Black, the actor giving him life Taylor Lautner and of course my imagination. It is a fiction written for fans of both Taylor and Jacob written by a huge fan of both. ~CaseyW
You can say writing saved my life and, in many instances, I think it did. Writing was my escape from my tumultuous childhood. That's one story I won't be telling you though. I'm not wasting another moment on the people that didn't care enough about me to notice that I existed as long as I was reflecting well on them. My name's Kaley. I'm a free-lance writer now, and very proud of it. I worked hard throughout my 28 years to get to this point, putting myself through college to get my English degree and creating the name that I have for myself now.
I just found myself thrown in the lime light though. My first full length novel was picked up and funneled through the right hands and is now a best seller and on top of that a movie studio is wanting to adapt it into a movie! I can't believe it. I was hoping that someday I might get that popular, that someone someday might want to make one of my books. I'm still in shock even though today I'm supposed to get all dressed up for my first gala. I'm being introduced by my publicist Sarah to the Hollywood scene. She tells me that's the quickest way to get enough people to love me. I guess in Hollywood "love" equals enthusiasm to make a movie. Hollywood! I find myself shaking my head at the thought. The fakeness of Hollywood has never appealed to me. But you'll be sure I'm gonna play the game though. It's my mission tonight, given to me by Sarah, to meet and charm everyone in the room. How I'm supposed to do that still eludes me…I'm just a small town girl from the Midwest…Granted I am pretty creative. Yep working myself into a frenzy over this again. She better have some really good pointers later when she comes by to check on me.
Just then there's a knock at the door. I'm expecting the "glamour crew" hired by Sarah to come by to make me beautiful but it still doesn't feel right to be answering the door in the little hotel robe. Sure enough it's the crew of very creative looking people. My makeup stylist has rainbow colored hair, literally! And the stylist who came with a rack of beautiful dresses in tow looks far too much like the popular girls from grade school that went out of their way to ostracize me. Looks like I'm going to have to focus my attention on the hair stylist who looked normal. She was about my age with a very sweet demeanor. She barely said anything but went straight to work combing out then curling my long, brown, unruly hair. I wished her luck with the stuff, trying to make conversation. She smiled the sweetest most sincere smile that I'd seen since I came to this town and said "It'll be ok". I wanted to talk more with her, she seemed to be someone I could like but "miss popular" was parading hanger after hanger of gorgeous gowns that I figured I'd never fit into in front of me. She was just trying to find out what I liked. I guess me liking something had something to do with whether or not I would be confident. She didn't appreciate my answer of "Well then I should be in jeans and a t-shirt then so I'm the most comfortable". It made me smile. The glamour girl, who I later learned is named Nikki, rolled her eyes and went to get me a glass of wine. Ok maybe I'll like her after all.
I paid more attention this round through the dresses and managed to find a couple that I found that were really pretty….Nothing I could see myself wear but they were beautiful none the less. Emily finished curling my whole head of hair, which was a feat that I wouldn't have wished on anyone, and pinned each curl up so that they wouldn't fall while I was trying on dresses. The plan was to drop the curls and last minute style after the dress and makeup were on. Rainbow girl, whose name is Rylie, was waiting patiently for her turn on me by tweeting.
"Nikki, these dresses are beautiful but there's no way my outta shape butt is gonna fit in those" I protested.
With a laugh that I swear came straight out of the most ditsy blonde I've seen before, she says "It'll be fine. All of these are your size."
Ya right! Her eyes must not work as well as mine. But since I knew Sarah wouldn't be happy if I sent her away I decided I'd prove her wrong. But Nikki proved to be better than I gave her credit for. All 4 dresses that she got me to approve to try on fit perfectly, hugging every curve I had and I swear they invented some more. I mean Damn! I'm not obese by any means but I'm not a supermodel either. I like to say that I'm normal and that I like to eat. But these dresses, all of them, made me look like I would fit right in on the red carpets with the stars that have full time trainers. After much debate and another glass of wine, we decided on the emerald green dress, which happened to be one of my favorites. It was strapless, which to my surprise held up my boobs really well. You can say I'm gifted in the boob region and because of it support has always been on my mind. My boobs got two of the dresses cut right before they were all the way one even! Nikki said she's not sending me in looking like a porn star if I'm toting her name. I thought "You'd send me in looking like that if I didn't say it was you that dressed me?" I decided to keep that comment to myself.
Rylie painted my new face on in split seconds. If I wasn't paying attention I would have thought she spray painted it on since it was done so quickly. I thought "Great I'm gonna have to be mean to this young girl because there's no way she did a good job that fast". Again I was proven wrong. My makeup was beautiful! The woman looking back at me was beautiful, in a grown woman way. I could see me in there but that was such a more beautiful version of me. The only thing she said to me the whole day was "It's all waterproof so you won't have to worry about sweating, crying or eating. But you need to take makeup remover wipes to it to get it off. I put some in your bag for later." What was it primer? I graciously said thank you though and she started packing her kit.
Emily let down my hair and styled it in loose curls that fell on my bare shoulders. My last, final look showed this beautiful brown haired woman with striking blue eyes in a green dress with just enough cleavage to be tasteful yet sexy. I let my eyes drift down the dress, checking myself out. The dress hugged my waist like it was made for me all the way to my hip where it flared out into a subtle A-line that just barely kissed the floor after I had my Jimmy Cho heels on. Now those I wanted to keep! I loved shoes. Even Nikki was surprised by my love for the shoes. I think she thought she would have a fight with the shoes. If I was ever going to be ready to charm the pants off of some people, tonight would be the night! With a tear in my eyes, I gave a hug and a sincere thank you to my glamour team and they were gone.
Sarah passed them in the doorway. She too was beautifully dressed. "Damn! I didn't think you had it in you." she said.
"Thanks! So what pearls of wisdom do you have for me? What the hell am I supposed to say and do tonight?"
Of course she laughed. She's glad I really like her. I got lucky and found a publicist that was both good at what she did but who was also a really great person. We have become quick friends. "I'll take you around and introduce you. Or if you're talking to someone I'll bring others over to you. You introduce yourself, Kaley. They're all familiar with your work already"
"You interviewed everyone coming to make sure they'd read my book?" I doubted she went to that much work.
"No sweetie. This is a literary gala. The people that come to these are book readers and you're a best seller. They're aware of you." Oh sure now she's getting sarcastic. Guess I'm not the only one that needs a glass of wine.
"Alright. What about eating? Am I allowed to do that?" It was an honest question but it came out really sarcastic. Luck for me she knows me so well and takes it as the actual question that it was.
"Yes eat the appetizers floating around but not so much that you're eating while you're talking. I'll have a bacon cheeseburger scheduled to be delivered to your room tonight afterward. I know you'll be starving." Oh she knows me so well.
"Alright with a cheeseburger waiting as incentive, we should get this show on the road"
Both of us chuckling as we headed out the door of the conference room rented to get me ready and onto the elevators to take me to what will be the beginning of my future….but of course I didn't know that yet.
