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Just like the summary said.
Give it a chance, R&R!!
Any ideas, bring em on. I have no idea where this is going.
A STORY
It's a common assumption to believe that being a celebrity means the good life on the fast lane – exclusive seats to fashion shows and concerts, an opportunity to be able to walk on the red carpet, and envy from everyone. But everyone knows the truth at the same time, that once you're in you're in for good. Your life becomes completely public, and everyone falls at a point. Miley Cyrus? She's certainly become another Britney or Lindsay. Kelly Clarkson? Why does everyone care how much she weighs? And Selena Gomez; it's only a matter of time until she hits the cover of People and Us Weekly with a distressed face and a scandalous headline. On top of that, when everything blows over, they're dug back up for interviews – "The real reason why it happened!!" The irony exists too. That story about Leighton Meester's parents being dealers, her tough childhood, was on a featured issue, but despite the misery conveyed she was in a beautiful pink gown smiling at the camera as if something awesome happened.
We all know that life is worse when you're on a reality show. The Hills, for example, is the show that made Heidi and Spencer the notorious couples. Why should we give a shit about what happens to them? Yet our eyes cling to the misery of what other's have to go through.
But here's the real deal: who gives a shit about whether we give a shit or not?
"This is awesome, now people can see how much better our lives our than theirs," Alicia squealed. Before them was an unrefusable offer. Just for fun, Alicia had submitted her school for the I Live The High School Dream. It was a reality show that dropped a school every week. It would show the lives of each school and their leading clique, and like any other, people would call up to vote who they loved. On top of that, they would rank each person. "Critics," or the chosen people of viewers would rate and comment on each person.
Claire shuffled in her seat unsure of whether she wanted to join. She was part of the Pretty Committee, and in that sense she was obliged to, but what would her parents say? "I don't think I can," Kristen said, "My parents wouldn't sign - -"
"Then my parents will sign it for you," Massie grinned.
"Massie, that's illegal. What's going to happen when they see cameras everywhere and my before it?"
"Then I'll have my mom convince your mom."
"That'll totally work," Dylan said stuffing her face with marshmallows, "Your mom scares the hell out of Mrs. Greg."
"That is not going to work," Kristen said glaring at Dylan.
"Actually, my mom- -"
"Claire," Massie said, "My mom can also handle your mom. If she says no, we can kick you guys out of our house."
"You can't do that! And my parent's aren't going to give in because of that!!"
"God, Claire, I'm just kidding," she said laughing, "We'll find a random excuse for your parents, guys, but we're going to enter. Now sign right here."
"…Massie, I don't think I want to have my life public, this show is so…"
"Are we best friend's? Claire?"
"Yeah, but- -"
"Then there are no other questions."
Massie, Alicia, and Dylan already had their names down. Claire held the pen in her hand and looked at them. Massie was staring intently at Claire, a look that said there are only two ways to go. Alicia had the same look, but Dylan didn't seem like she cared. She wished she didn't care, but Claire wasn't ready to project her life to America.
R&R