Hey Everyone! I have sort of abandoned my other story, for I feel it was a little too much to take on, whereas this one is all planned out! Let me know if you have any comments or suggestions!
Lights and cameras flashing, she makes her way down the red carpet. Her black tights let the air flow right through to her bare legs, and her short navy blue dress blows about in the commotion. She begins to feel unsteady in her 4-inch heels, as she feels the heat of all the people around her. She begins to lose her balance; two strong hands grasp her arms to steady her. The man whom she has come to trust with her life shields her away from whom she calls 'the piranhas,' and leads her towards the entrance to the event house.
"Haley! Haley!"
"Miss James! Over here!"
Gaining back her balance, she lets go of her bodyguard, and moves to pose for the cameras. Her long blonde hair set pin straight down her back, and her bangs hanging slightly in her face, she lets her hands fall to her hips. Standing tall and proud, she tilts her head to what she deems as her good side, and gives a closed smile. Sensing the cameras want more than that, she opens her mouth and gives one of her infamous "Haley Smiles", which showcase her pearly white teeth and small hint of dimples, and perfectly display her beautiful big brown eyes. Moving along on the carpet, the shouts of reporters now seem less threatening as she feels the adrenaline pump through her body. Stopping short again so as not to run into the celebrity ahead of her, she strikes a new pose. The reporters shout to her, for her to look at their camera. They ask her where her outfit comes from, and she replies simply with a smile of gratitude. This she does not mind. When the paparazzi stay behind the fences, and made to stay at least 10 feet away from her. She doesn't mind this. It's when they get into her personal space and follow her to the grocery store, or when she goes to the drug store for deodorant and chap-stick, and the press thinks she's pregnant, that she gets angry and short- tempered. She moves again, and hears her silver bangles clank together like toasting wine glasses. Her short dress feels airy and gives her room to breathe. The navy blue contrasts greatly with her bright blonde hair. Her signature black tights keep her shorter legs hidden to the public, and as she walks she realizes she can't remember where her shoes came from. Her makeup is yet again done to perfection. Always one to have great skin, no cover-up is needed. Instead, she simply applies a hint of eye-shadow and mascara to her eyes, along with some blush to go on her cheeks.
Seeing a kind-looking and quiet reporter, she makes her way over to answer a couple questions. But before she can get to the fencing, she's pulled away by her guard, and pulled into the event house, leaving more than a dozen men and women calling her name.
After the event ends, she makes her way back down the red carpet, which has drastically died down since she last stepped foot on it. Seeing a few dawdling reporters, who so obviously have waited the entire event to get a word from at least one celebrity, she chooses one and walks over.
"And here we have Miss Haley James here with us. Now tell us Haley, what did you think of the show?" The reporter shoves the microphone in Ryan's face, and waits for a reply.
"I thought it was great! The clothes that were shown were really awesome and I can't wait to go out and buy some pieces!" Haley smiled, and as the reporter talked more, she reflected on how while she answered his first question honestly, most people would just think she had to say that. She couldn't very well say she hated it, right?
"Now Haley, rumors have been going around about a possible movie in your future? What's your response to this?" Again having the microphone shoved in her face, she replies, "I don't know where people come up with this stuff! While I am definitely interested in the movie-making industry, my acting skills are not exactly up to par! I am currently very busy with my school work therefore you won't be seeing me on the big screen anytime soon!" She laughed along with the reporter, and said her goodbyes.
Deciding she had had enough of this scene, she called for her guard, who led her back to her awaiting limousine. Sitting alone in the car save her guard and the driver, she gazes out the window while passing through the streets of Manhattan. Feeling the 'buzz buzz' of her vibrating blackberry, she searches her bag for the shiny palm that holds her life. Seeing a newly received text message, she flips it open to see that her friend, Brooke, has texted her. 'Hales- hope you had a good time tonight! You're probably going to crash when you get home, so I'll see you tomorrow morning at 8 sharp at the gym! Don't forget lunch afterwards so bring a change of clothes! Xoxo B.'
Haley smiles as she reads her friends message. She would have totally forgotten to bring a change of clothes if it hadn't been for her very best friend. Not noticing that the limo has come to a halt, and the door opened for her, she hears a man clear his throat to gain her attention. Her head snaps up and sees Robert, her guard, waiting for her to step out of the limo. Climbing out, she says goodnight to Robert, and enters the revolving doors.
As she walks through the entrance of the building all that can be heard is the 'clack clack' of her heels. She walks with her head slightly down and hugs her black coat to her chest as if all eyes were on her. Well, technically, all eyes were on her. She sees the elevator about to close, and takes off for the doors. "WAIT!" She cries. The elevator operator holds the door and lets Miss Davis inside. He quietly presses her floor, 27. Haley gets drowsy as she listens to the 'ding' as they pass each floor. Finally the doors open and she briefly thanks the operator before she enters the small hallway outside her front door. Hurriedly she searches through her bag for her keys, knowing she put them somewhere in there before she left. Finding her keychain she searches for the lone silver key with the black 'H' on it, for 'home'.
She turns on the lamp by the door and sets down her bag. Pulling her shoes off and recklessly dropping her coat to the ground, she again sifts through her bag for her Chap Stick and palm- the two things she can't live without. Finally finding the small blue tube, she turns off the lamp and makes her way to her bedroom at the end of the hall. She shuts the door behind her and turns her light on.
Haley makes her way to her walk-in closet and sits on the soft velvet chair. After her tights have come off, she strenuously pulls the navy-blue dress that earned her so many compliments up over her head and throws it into the hamper along with the tights. Standing in front of her floor length mirror, she contemplates on whether or not to shower before she goes to bed. Deciding she is too tired to shower, she sits at her vanity and begins taking her jewelry and makeup off.
After all has been removed from Haley's body, she sluggishly makes her way to her pajama drawer, fully feeling the effects of her late night. Throwing on her Knicks t-shirt she conveniently stole from her brother Vegas, and a pair of old boxer shorts that were given to her as a joke by her other brother, James. Haley turns the light in her closet off and goes to the bathroom on the other side of her large room. Once inside she jumps onto the rug for the tiles feel cold on her sore feet. Turning the water onto hot, she splashes her face once, rubs her cleanser on, and splashes once more. Without drying her face, she turns the water to cold, and brushes her teeth. Not caring to fill her glass with water, she simply bends down and puts her mouth under the faucet and takes a few gulps of the cold water. Shutting the sink off, all she hears is silence. Drying off her face with a clean blue towel, she turns that light off, and goes back into her bedroom. Seeing that her housekeeper, Patrice, has already turned her bed down, she glances at the clock: 12:30am. Groaning as she realizes she will only get seven and a half hours of 'beauty-sleep', she turns her lamp light off and snuggles into her bed, encased in the darkness of her room.
After what seems like forever, she finally drifts off to sleep and dreams about a life where no one cared what she did, where she wasn't constantly under the lamp light, and wasn't constantly questioned on her actions. A life where she wasn't Haley James, the youngest of the James children, the heiress to a multi-million dollar agency, the sister of an NBA star, or the young fashion icon. Instead, she dreams of a life where was just, Haley, 22-year old college student, enjoying all that life had to offer and not having to live up to the expectations of daunting parents, or follow in the footsteps of her brilliant or athletically gifted brothers. In her dream, she was just another pretty face who no one took notice of, the way she wanted it to be. But in reality, she was so much more.