As my diary became a hit.
This story is based on a book in which I loved very much, hope you like the idea.
Chapter 1: dream or reality?
-THIRTY SECONDS! Thirty seconds to get into the air, folks.
I I grubbed, looking for a comfortable position, it was expected that a TV show offers a comfortable chair for your guests. I mean, some celebrities of the world has sat here in this Chair and I bet that none of them managed to feel well accommodated.
-Show your teeth! – Tsunade put himself well near my face for a final inspection. Tsunade was my media Wizard. The ads describing their qualities, said that she was able to help us "Shine on TV". I was its newest client, and perhaps his greatest failure.
– Come on Sakura, joy, and the mouth opens soon!
I showed my teeth on her, but she wasn't going to find anything even, because of anxiety, not eaten anything since early, the day had started out as always, you know, you know, waking up, showering ... Two hairdressers packing up my hair. A makeup artist taking care of my face, a professional stylist preparing my costumes.
No it was not a normal breakfast, not really.
The guy screams at the door
-Ten seconds!
-Lift the Chin, Sakura, stop looking down. You are littering has the hair – Tsunade whispered. -Breathe as I have taught!
Ta for the first time, my appearance was very, very good, my pink hair was shoulder length, and was not dry or with matches, my green eyes were seconded by the purple shadow applied by makeup artist, my body of the little girl had been camouflaged by a gorgeous blue dress.
At the time, tried some breathing methods that she promised that it would not let me faint in front of twenty million viewers.
-Cameras ... recording! The words echoed by the Studio. The audience started to applaud and television from the corner of the room where I expected suddenly brightened. Kurenai live! Appeared on the screen. Yes herself – Kurenai, the largest Queen interview programmers, came on stage.
-My guest today, for sure, don't need many presentations – said Kurenai. -If you have a teenage daughter, she probably pretended to be sick today to skip school and watch this program.
Tsunade put his hands on my shoulders, being careful not to touch the hair that those two hairdressers sweat to tidy up, and made me a quick massage.
-Sakura, relax! Think of something that makes you smile! Think Billie Joe! -She said.
Oh, Billie Joe, Billie Joe, Billie Joe, I love it. This should make me smile, right? But nothing I thought something disturbing. And if nothing Billie Joe was at home resting after a whole night of show and festivities, and power on the TV, falling unintentionally in the program and now it was me watching? (almost impossible ...almost). What I was doing there? I should be in writing boring class, passing to tickets and Sasori, Tenten sighing by and cluttering with Naruto and his new friend Sasuke. And if the mad and crazy to Shizune took a mini TV teacher for luggage and the whole class had me watching ...
-Sakura Haruno making his debut on national network TV in Kurenai live!
Everything well. I'm in the air. Stir the legs: left, right, left. Walk up the steps to the stage. Remember the guidelines of Tsunade.
I tried to establish visual contact with the audience as best I could, taking into account all those lights that shone directly into my eyes. Smiles for the first girl that I could see in the front row. It was ten times more attractive than me. And, Oh my God! She started waving to me and cry.
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.
Everything well. This is the point where my mother wakes me up, shouting, of my fantasies of being famous, right?
No, this time it is not fantasy. This really happening to me. I know, I know, thank you, you loved my book.
I myself was surprised to take the "witch-boy" in the first place.
I Am Sakura Haruno. The best-selling author of the year.