Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous
(A/N: The song in this chapter is a song by Beyoncé off of her first album Dangerously in Love. First fanfic here so I hope you like the chapter. This story is Rated M because I mean come on It's Olivia and Fitz. But seriously the rating is due to sexy situations and a bunch of bad language. I have a potty mouth sorry in advance ;-)
Summary: Up and coming pop star Olivia Pope is on the rise to fame. She has three number one hit singles and she's getting ready to drop her very first album. She's slowly becoming the biggest pop star on the planet and is getting everything she has worked so hard for. But when she meets bad boy actor Fitzgerald Grant the Third and others in the entertainment industry she quickly learns the downside of having fame and fortune.
"Speechless"
"Coming to you live from Times Square in New York City it's Chat Time with James Novak!" the announcer shouts.
The crowd stands up from their seats and applause and cheers fill the studio. James Novak walks onto the stage and the cheers grow louder. He walks to the middle of the stage and takes a bow, and then he waves at the crowd and blows them kisses.
It had been a long time coming but James Novak had the number one watched night time talk show. He'd been on the air for five years now and they had been the best five years of his life. He got to meet all the hottest celebrities and talk about top stories in the entertainment world. He loved his job.
He takes another bow and then heads over to his desk. He sits down and waits for the applause to die down. He takes a sip of his water and looks over his notes on his desk. He'd been waiting to do this episode for a while. He was excited for his first guest of the night. He'd met her a couple times before all of her super stardom and she was a sweetheart, he hoped she hadn't changed too much.
"Hello, hello New York, we have a great show for you tonight. So let's get it started shall we? Our first guest tonight has three number one hit singles and her debut album is due out next month. Critics are predicting that her debut album titled Liv will be one of the biggest selling albums of this year. Please welcome pop sensation Olivia Pope!"
The crowd once again stood up and cheered for Olivia as she walked onto the stage. She was so nervous. She'd only done a few televised interviews before. Chat Time with James Novak was a well-known night talk show. To be on his show meant you had made it. But Olivia stayed humble and thanked God every-day for her new found success.
Olivia was twenty soon to be twenty-one next month and she'd already had huge success like no one could have predicted. Her first song which was released about six months ago quickly shot to number one on the pop and R&B charts and stayed there for ten straight weeks. Her second single which dropped a couple months after went to number one on the charts and stayed there for twelve weeks. Now her third single entitled Speechless, had been number one for two weeks now.
She walked over to James smiling. He stood and came from behind his desk to hug her. He smiled and whispered in her ear.
"You're shaking,"
"I'm nervous as hell," she responded and sounded that way. He giggled.
"Don't be darling this will be a piece of cake and by the way you're slaying the hell out of that dress." She smiled and thanked him quickly. They broke apart and she took her seat next to his desk as he took his seat behind it.
The applause had not died down one bit. Everyone was obsessed with Olivia Pope. She had the voice of an angel and sung songs about actual love. That was a rare commodity these days. And she was so young to have a voice that powerful and make songs that beautiful. The world was in awe of her. Once it did die down a bit James spoke up.
"You look gorgeous darling." He said starting the conversation off. She was wearing a black, white and gray plaid knee length, sleeveless dress. She had on shiny black six inch pumps and her hair was down to her back with her bangs covering her forehead but bringing out her beautiful doe eyes.
"Thank you, you look very handsome as well," she responded. He smiled.
"I try," she laughed. "How are you doing?" he asked starting the conversation off lightly.
"I'm doing very well thank you, how are you?"
"Not as good as you, three number hits, a debut album that is predicted to be a biggest selling album of the year and an already sold out world tour that hasn't even started yet. I'll say you're doing very well indeed." The crowd cheered. She blushed. Olivia was still not use to all this attention.
"I'm very blessed to be able to do what I love and have people love it too." She responded.
"Yes well you deserve all the success you're having babe you're just marvelous," he gushed.
"Thank you,"
"So somebody has a birthday coming up,"
"Yes, the big two-one,"
"Any big plans?" he asked.
"Well my birthday's on a Tuesday this year so I'm going to do a small dinner with family and friends on my actual birthday and then on the weekend I think I'll throw a huge party or whatever normal twenty-one year olds do on their birthdays." She said waving it off and laughing.
"Will you be drinking?" he asked. The audience laughed. "Of course you will you'll be twenty-one,"
"I'll have a few drinks I think," she said blushing.
"Good just don't get too drunk or wasted or what are the kids calling it these days?" he asked looking to her and the audience.
"I think the term you're looking for is turnt up," she responded laughing. The audience laughed as well. James playfully rolled his eyes.
"What is the concept behind that one? I mean who's turning anything up?" he asked sarcastically the audience laughed again and so did Olivia.
"I don't know, certainly not me, not yet anyway." The audience laughed again and James did as well.
"So let's talk about your newest single Speechless, did you write it?" he asked.
"Yes I wrote that one completely by myself. I had some help with a few of the other songs on the album but this one was completely me."
"The song is amazing by the way I think I play it every day it drives Cyrus absolutely crazy." Everybody laughed at that.
"Yea he told me you even sing it in your sleep sometimes." The crowd laughed again
"Oh dear, do I?" he asked looking a little shocked. "For those who don't know, Cyrus Beene my husband, is also the CEO of Enterprise Records the label Olivia is signed too." he said looking at the audience.
"Yes, he's a great boss," said Olivia looking at the audience. They laughed.
"He told you to say that didn't he?" asked James getting more laughter from the crowd.
"Of course not," said Olivia winking at him. The audience laughed again.
"Uh huh," he said with a knowing smile. "So what was your inspiration for this song, the lyrics are so sensual?"
"Uh…" said Olivia kind of stuck. "Well you know,"
"Maybe I'll read some of the lyrics it might jog your memory a bit," he said looking at his paper.
"No you don't have to…" He cut her off and she started laughing.
"Only sweat between us, feeling you kissing and pleasing me, I rub your back, I kiss your neck, I know that you love when we touch like that," Olivia hadn't stopped laughing since he started reading. He made the lyrics sound like an English paper and the audience laughed at the way he read it as well.
"What, or who should I say was the inspiration behind those lyrics?" he asked dying to know. She paused for a moment and continued laughing before she gave her answer.
"It's just a human experience." She said once she got her laughter under control. He gave her a funny look and she began laughing again, the audience laughed at the two of them and he continued on.
"It must've been a pretty damn good experience." She laughed and the audience laughed again.
"Uh huh," she responded drawing laughter from the audience again. Even James laughed this time. She was so cute and innocent he couldn't believe she could write a song like this but then again she was very talented.
"So are you dating anyone?" he asked. She rolled her eyes playfully. "Come on Olivia you know I have to ask these questions." He said and she laughed.
"No I am not dating anyone I'm very single at the moment."
"I should set you up, you're way too hot to be single girl," the audience laughed and so did she.
"I actually like being single. I mean I don't really have time to date, with the album release next month and my tour starting soon after that, I'm pretty busy."
"Yes, well this song says otherwise honey." She blushed and laughed again as the audience laughed with her.
"Do you have any celebrity crushes?" he asked
"My all-time favorite celebrity crush is Derek Luke," she answered quickly
"He is hot,"
"That he is," she said fanning herself the audience laughed again.
"But he's married girl and has been for a while now, I mean any single ones that I can set you up with." She laughed and so did the audience. He looked at the audience. "What I'm being serious? What about Jake Ballard?" the crowd cheered and blew some cat call whistles as the put up a picture of Jake with his guitar on the screen behind them. "He's your label mate right."
"Yes he is but I haven't met him yet, um he's cute I guess." She said shrugging her shoulders, drawing laughter from the crowd.
"Yeah he's not my type either." She laughed and so did the crowd again. "What about Harrison Wright?" they put up a picture of him in place of the one with Jake. He was dressed in sweats and it looked like he was going over a dance move. The crowd cheered and whistled again. "I heard he choreographed the dance for your first music video. You know he's headed to dancing with the stars to be a coach there."
"Yeah, he's a great friend and dancer; I wish him all the best. But he's like a brother to me," she said.
"We'll find someone," he said determined. She laughed.
"James you don't have too." She said through laughter. "Who's your celebrity crush?" she asked thinking she'd turn the tables a bit.
"You really want to know?" he asked and she laughed again.
"Of course,"
"Cyrus is going to kill me for saying this but I absolutely love, love, love Fitzgerald Grant the Third. Of course he just goes by Fitz, but my god look at him." He said gushing.
The audience cheers and catcalls were at an all-time high as they put up a picture of the twenty-five year old actor in place of Harrison Wright. He had his shirt off in the picture they took from a love scene in one of his latest movies and the picture was showing off his six-pack abs.
"He is pretty gorgeous," Olivia said as she admired his picture. The audience cheered louder when she said that.
"Isn't he though," he said all dreamy eyed. "Maybe I can set the two of you up," Olivia laughed again.
"James I'm good thank you. Besides I've heard that he has enough women in his life,"
"He is a bit of a playboy isn't he, and a bad boy too, that just makes him even hotter." Olivia laughed.
"If you say so,"
"Come on Olivia every girl likes a bad boy." He commented.
"Not this one." she said shaking her head. The audience clapped at her comment.
"You two would have gorgeous babies." She laughed the loudest at this comment and the audience laughed too.
"Oh my gosh James,"
"Ok, ok, take that picture down before we have to end this show early," he said fanning himself and they all laughed at that.
"Let's get back on topic," Olivia nodded and waited for him to continue.
"Who's one of your inspirations, someone you look up too in the music industry?
"I like a lot of different artist in the industry but I'd have to say my biggest inspiration is my mom," The audience clapped.
"Aww, that's so sweet." Said James and Olivia smiled.
"Well my mom was in a girl group back in the late eighties and early nineties before she had me, they had some success with a few number one hits of their own and she's been a huge help since I got into the music biz."
"That's right she was in that girl group, and I heard your mom is your manager is that true."
"Yes she is."
"That's cool Olivia keep it in the family." Olivia laughed.
"So you're going to perform for us tonight?" he asked.
"Yes I am."
"Are you doing speechless?" he asked hopefully.
"Of course James, I'm doing this song just for you." She said smiling.
"Oh, you are the best." He said smiling. The audience applauded and they stood up and hugged each other. She walked over to the stage and the announcer announced her.
Fitz was bored with all this PR stuff his agent had him doing for his latest movie. He was in New York City for crying out loud. He wanted to go out and party. He would've slipped away but Andrew, his agent was watching him like a hawk. Ever since he'd been arrested two months ago on DUI charges Andrew wouldn't let him out of his site. TMZ put up a video of his very public encounter with the LAPD after he'd gotten really drunk at a night club there and attempted to drive home. He swore at the police and even attempted to pee on one of them as they tried to put him in handcuffs. Andrew paid his bail but the damage was done and it was a PR nightmare. He had to do talk show after talk show apologizing to the police department for his actions and he even donated some money to the LAPD. But Andrew still kept him on a tight leash.
He was determined to break that leash tonight. He'd already texted his buddy and fellow actor Stephen Finch. He was doing a talk show in NYC tonight also. Stephen was the same age as Fitz and starred on an ABC TV drama. He joined the cast two seasons ago and won an Emmy for his role. His first ever, an even though he wasn't a bad boy like Fitz, when the two of them got together it was a party like no other.
Stephen had already replied and told him that he got them a table at Styx a hot night club in New York City where celebrities often partied. Fitz couldn't wait to get the hell out of this interview and get drunk and high and party.
Finally after another thirty minutes the interview ended and Fitz rushed to the door. Andrew called him back before he could slip out.
"Where are you going?" he asked walking up to him and stopping in front of him.
"I'm meeting up with Stevie man,"
"No you're not Fitz we can't afford another stunt like you had a couple of months ago, you're starting to be looked over for movies."
"Come on Andy its Stephen I haven't seen him in months, besides I won't be driving ok."
"Fitz…"
"I promise I'll be good tonight, I just need to get the fuck out of here and let some stress off ok."
"Fine just make sure you don't do anything stupid ok, I can't handle another fucking mess Fitz."
"You got it man, I'll see you tomorrow." Andrew nodded and Fitz left. He shook his head. That stubborn kid was going to be the death of him.
Fitz took his limo back to the W hotel and changed his clothes as he got ready for the night. It was 11:30 and Stephen would be there at midnight. He went into the bathroom with a small kit and a glass of Hennessey straight. He took out his drugs and put them on the bathroom sink. He chopped his coke down some more before rolling up a hundred dollar bill. He leaned down and snorted the three lines and then he stood up and wiped his nose. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled, and then took a sip of his drink. Tonight was going to be fucking epic; he'd make sure of that.
Olivia was at a business lunch with her mom. She was still in New York City and signed autographs outside before coming into the restaurant and being seated at the table. Huck her head bodyguard was just a few feet away at another table keeping a close eye on her. She and her mother ordered their food and began to talk after the waitress bought their drinks.
"Liv, you did wonderful on that interview last night."
"Thanks mom,"
"So you know why we're here to discuss the filming of your latest music video. X the director will be here in a little while but I just wanted to go over some things with you first." Olivia nodded as the waitress brought her salad and her mom's chicken to the table.
"Ok,"
"Well we're going to shoot the video here in New York next week since we're already here."
"That's cool,"
"And we need to talk about the casting for your leading man in the video." Olivia nodded again. "I have the portfolio of male models here with me but I don't think we should use any of them."
"Why not, what's wrong with them?" Olivia asked as she took a bite of her chicken Caesar salad.
This music video would have her up close and personal with whoever her male counterpart was. She wanted to know who they were casting so she could get to know the person and she could feel comfortable with them when the time came to start shooting the video.
"Nothing's wrong with them really, but I have a person in mind that's going to make this music video be bigger than both of the other ones."
"Who?" she asked nervously.
"Him," her mother said sliding her a photo. It was the same photo from her interview last night of Fitzgerald Grant the Third.
"No mama,"
"Liv, he's one of the biggest actors on the planet right now."
"Yea with one of the worse reputations, he's a douche bag mom,"
"Liv, I don't know what the hell that is but he's gorgeous and famous, he's more famous than you are right now. And people would die if they saw the two of you in a music video together. It'll be huge, they'll play your video all the time on TV." She said trying to convince her.
"But mom, he's the biggest playboy on earth, what does it say about me if you cast this womanizing, egotistical, asshole to play the part of my boyfriend in my video."
"Liv it's all for show, you don't have to fall in love with the boy. It's called acting." She said rolling her eyes. "And watch your mouth dammit, I taught you better than that."
"Sorry,"
"You're not looking at the bigger picture here Liv. This song is great, brilliant even; he will make the music video propel the song even higher. I'm telling you he's our guy." She said pointing at the picture.
"I don't know mom, it doesn't feel right." She said looking down at the picture.
"Nonsense, I'm your manager aren't I?"
"Yes,"
"Great so you should trust my judgment, he's doing the video we've already cleared it with his people."
"But mom," she groaned.
"Oh hush Olivia the director's here." Olivia groaned again and rolled her eyes as her mom got up to hug the director.
She got up and hugged him as well. He sat down and started talking about how and where he wanted to shoot the video but she wasn't listening. All she could think about was how she had to shoot love scenes and possibly kiss the world's biggest playboy in a couple days. She'd have to wash her mouth out with soap for weeks!
Fitz's head was pounding. He was lying in bed naked wrapped up with two girls on each arm. They were naked too. He lifted his head up and saw that three other girls were in the hotel room on the other side of it naked as well. He wondered where Stephen had gotten too when he heard vomiting in the bathroom.
He got up out of bed careful not to hit the girls. He found his boxers and put them on as he walked into the bathroom. Stephen was hunched over the toilet as dry heaves wrecked his body. Fitz closed the bathroom door and sat on the side of the large Jacuzzi tub.
"Somebody had a good night last night," he said jokingly.
"Fuck you," Stephen replied back before another bout of vomit came up.
Fitz laughed and pinched his nose, when his cellphone rang on the bathroom sink counter. He had wondered where it was. He picked it up and saw that it was Andrew. He answered on the third ring.
"Andy what's up?"
"Where the hell have you been I've been trying to call you all morning?"
"I just woke up."
"What the fuck is that in the background?" he asked, hearing the noises from Stephen over the toilet.
"Stevie had a little bit too much to drink last night," said Fitz smirking. Stephen flipped him the bird and he chuckled. "But it's cool, what's going on?"
"Olivia Pope, heard of her?" he asked excitedly
Everyone had heard of little miss perfect. She was gorgeous and had a voice that could tame even the toughest meanest giant. But she came off as a prude to Fitz and kind of snobbish so he didn't really pay attention to her.
"Yeah, what about her?"
"Her manager called this morning. Apparently she's shooting a music video for her latest song next week and she wants you to be the leading man in it."
"No,"
"Fitz she's America's fucking sweetheart, this will be a good look for you."
"No Andy, I'm not being on a set for a week with some stuck up boring bitch who think she's better than everyone else."
"Oh yes the fuck you are, I already told her manager you would do it, so you'll either show up to the video shoot or find yourself a new agent. I'm done playing games with you."
"What the fuck Andy, why are you doing this to me huh?" Fitz asked. This was unbelievable. He'd just had an epic night all for it to be ruined by that Pope girl.
"You need this Fitz; ok if you don't do this I'm done."
"Fuck," groaned Fitz, he weighed out his options. Andrew was a good agent. He'd be hard pressed to find another like him, but was it worth being stuck on that music video set for a week. "Fine I'll do it ok," he said giving in.
"Good, I'll let you know the details later today, go get some sleep kid." Andrew said and he hung up. Fitz hung up the phone and tossed it back on the counter.
"Shit,"
"What's the problem?" asked Stephen he'd stopped vomiting and was rinsing his mouth out in the bathroom sink.
"Andy's making me to do some fucking music video with that new singer Olivia Pope."
"What, she's fucking hot mate, I could think of worse ways to spend a week." He said. Fitz shook his head. He didn't give a fuck what any of them said. This had disaster written all over it.
(A/N: Neither of them seem too happy to work with the other huh? Next up the two meet and fireworks explode. If you haven't heard that song speechless by Beyonce you should have a listen. That song is amazing, and the lyrics are very sexy. The music video that I have in mind will be too. Hope you like this chapter. Leave a review or two and I'll try and have an update quickly.)