Before reading this story, I just want to say that the celebrities that are mentioned throughout the whole story are not mine. The way they are portrayed in the story is (maybe) false and the events that happened involving them are somewhat false. Some incidents are true, but many are false allegations. I just want to say this before someone might be offended by this.
I ran down the red carpet as fast I could.
There he was (or maybe a she that turned into a he) lying down on his back, in pain and wasn't able to get up.
I grabbed on to his hand to help him up, but there was no use. He was pissed at the only person that could never cause this to happen at all: me.
Personal assistants always got the short end of the stick. They always get blamed for everything. Here I was getting blamed for letting my client, who has a mind of his own, skateboard down the red carpet just to get attention and fell on his ass. Photographers were having a field day out of this and in 24 hours, his wiped out ass would be in the cover of every teeny bopper magazine. I needed to make damage control.
I called every magazine on the planet (or at least in the United States) to stop the pictures from ever getting published. I tried to make some negotiations, but all of them except one, refused to not publish the photos. The one that agreed was Tiger Beat. Boy was I screwed. This certain client of mine was very famous. It was the song "One Time" that catapulted him to the top and he had this squeaky clean image that made any pubescent girl freak out. Now, he was in full embarrassment mode and he was angry at me.
"Why did you let me skate?" Justin Beiber yelled as we were walking in the club.
I glared at him. "You're 16 for crying out loud! You should know you're limits. I don't have to be your babysitter all the time."
"So you're calling me a baby?"
I rolled my eyes. "Stop being so overly dramatic and yes, I am calling you a baby."
His eyes narrowed. "No one is allowed to call me that."
"Except your mommy?"
He looked like he was going to blow. "Mom! Mariz is calling me a baby!" he called his mom.
His mom came over giving me a defiant stare, but that didn't scare me.
"You know what," I threw my planner on the floor. "I've had it with this industry," I walked out of the club, leaving Justin speechless.
Pretty much every client the company assigned me was Disney/child stars. My very first client was a small town country girl named Miley Cyrus. She was alright at first, but then she became more a diva when her show became more popular. I also had to do damage control when there were pictures of her with only a bra on and that infamous Vanity Fair photo. She fired me for giving her cold water instead of room temperature water. Luckily I got fired just in time since she "can't be tamed" now. That would be hard keeping her rep spotless.
My other client was Demi Lovato. She might look sweet in those Disney channel shows, but she was a whiner and a wild child. When she did an interview for this Seattle radio station, she treated the radio hosts like crap and that was the first time they met her. Not exactly a good first impression. Then there was this viral video that came out with her "dirty dancing" with the lead singer of All Time Low at a 3Oh!3 concert. I wasn't sure what she was trying to prove.
Those were the few of many clients I had and I was through with it. I was only 21 years old. I could be rocking out at a concert right now, but I was here, walking alone in the streets of Los Angeles, adding Justin Bieber to my long list of clients I've worked with.
I knew Craig, my boss was not going to be happy with this since Justin was one of the bigger clients we had in the company and I ruined it. What was the use now? I've worked with many people and now I needed to take a break. I was tired of being at the red carpets, making sure the celebrity I was working with looked good and they weren't embarrassing themselves.
I did my contribution to this business and I've had it.
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