Hey guys! This is my new story, Two Worlds Collide. I'm on holiday right now so I can't update any of my stories much, but I have extra time for writing. So I've already wrote the first couple chapters of this one. I hope you guys like it. It's only in third person at the moment but in a couple chapters when it kicks in it'll start getting more personal and stuff so these first two are introductions to their two separate worlds. This story was originally going to be called Focus, but I changed it earlier today to Two Worlds Collide as I was listening to the song and thought it would fit. Plus I didn't really know why it was called Focus in the first place. So yeah. Enjoy this guys :) Review if you liked it please! :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Gabriella is a famous actress at the top of her career, but when her mega-famous boyfriend cheats on her, she needs to get away for a break. What happens when she goes back home and there's a brand new guy named Troy on the scene?
Rated M for language and sexual references. :)
Gabriella's World
"Gabriella! This way!" she heard someone call her name as she posed in front of the logo covered wall. "Gabriella!" more of them shouted. She tossed her masses of hair back and put her hand on her hip, pouting her lips at the flashing lights and cameras. She figured she must have stood there for about two minutes before she nodded and waved at them. She joined her manager and was escorted inside by two bodyguards, watching her every move. Fans were calling her name, but she couldn't stop to sign anything.
She entered through the grand doors, greeted by hundreds of circular tables made up perfectly. She smiled in delight. This was her favourite awards ceremony. She walked along the carpet in her floor sweeping, green, blue and turquoise dress which was encrusted with diamonds around the cleavage and some of the back was cut out. She strutted in a ladylike manner across the room, until she reached her allocated seat. She was ordered a flute of the finest, chilled champagne and she elegantly sat, waiting for the seats beside her to be filled. She looked around the room, feeling excited as she saw all the famous faces walking past her, mingling with other famous faces.
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"And the winner, for the best comedy actress is..." they paused as they opened the . "Gabriella Montez!"
She smiled and hugged her manager, Lindsay, as she stoop up and smoothed her dress. She weaved in between the tables, recieving congratulations from famous people. She walked up the steps, across the lit stage, and hugged the people presenting the awards, pretending she actually knew who they were. She took the award, and stood at the podium with a modest smile.
"Hey," she said. "Wow, thank you guys so much." she said nervously, she wasn't good at public speaking. "Um, thank you to everyone who voted for me, I'm so flattered. I'd also like to thank my manager, Lindsay Matthews, she's a star, she's helped me so much. I'd like to thank my mom, and all my friends back home, for supporting me and deflating my head whenever it got big. All my fans, thank you so much, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, and last but definately not least, my boyfriend, Martin Keane, thank you for being so great to me and helping me out with everything, you're the greatest. Thank you everyone so much, have a good night." she smiled, giving everyone a smile. She walked away, to the door to go backstage, smiling and giving a little wave to the camera that was filming her walking away.
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"And the winner, for the best red carpet icon is...." she opened the envelope. "Gabriella Montez!"
Gabriella smiled again as she got up from her seat to collect her fourth award. She walked up the familiar pathway, getting up the stairs again and going to the podium to deliver another speech.
"Wow, guys, I bet you're getting sick of the sight of me." she smiled. "Seriously, my mom and friends are going to have a huge job deflating my head after tonight. Anyway, I'd just like to thank everyone again for voting for me, as I said before, this means so much to me because it's actually the fans who vote, and I know I have the best fans in the world. Also, I'd like to thank Megan Jay Parker for choosing all my clothes for these events, and Susie James and her make up team, for putting my face on every night. Then there's Janice Welsh, who works really hard to try and tame my hair for these nights. Thank you so much guys, you're great. Thanks for this award, and for saying I look nice." she smiled and walked off backstage.
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"Uh," Gabriella sighed as she got into her hotel room and finally slipped off the Louis Vuitton sandals she was wearing. She arranged the shiny, heavy, gold awards on her make up table and smiled at them all. She picked up her phone eagerly, running through the contacts.
Martin
She pressed on his name, and she pressed his number, his face popping up on the screen as she called him.
"Hello?" she melted as he heard his husky voice.
"Hey baby!" she greeted him eagerly.
"Hey,"
"Did you watch?" she asked.
"Oh, you see, I couldn't, I was busy."
"Babe, are you kidding me?" she asked, not showing her disappointment that her boyfriend hadn't witnessed her win six awards in one night, beating her record.
"No, why?"
"Babe, I got six awards tonight." she explained.
"For real?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, sorry baby, I was a little busy."
"It's okay." she said, pushing it away and changing subject. "So anyway, how was filming today?"
"Just got a scene done, watched it back, you know."
"Yeah," she nodded. "So... kind of a slow day then."
"What makes you say that?"
"Usually you do about three scenes in a day. Only one?"
"Well, I don't know. Stop going on about it."
"Going on about it?" she asked, a little confused.
"Yeah." he defended himself unnecassarily.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"Look, I'll see you tommorow." he replied impatiently.
"Babe, I'm sorry." she said, not really knowing what she was sorry about.
"I know, it's cool. I'll talk to you later."
She sighed.
"What now?" he asked like she was some sort of nucence.
"I want to talk to you."
"You are talking to me."
"No, but properly. Like, you asking me about my day."
"I know how your day's gone. You went to an award show, and won five."
"Six."
"Six then. You've clearly had a good one. Therefore, I don't need to ask."
"It's still nice to be asked."
"Gabriella, stop being such a girl. I'm gonna go now."
"Martyyy," she whined.
"Don't annoy me, babe. I'll talk to you tommorow."
"Whatever." she said, rolling her eyes. "I'll talk to you tommorow then."
"You do that." he nodded.
"I just might." she grinned. "See you baby."
"Bye." he said.
"I love you," she said eagerly.
She waited to hear a reply.
She heard the drone of the hung up telephone line.
She sighed again and put the phone back on the stand.
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One month later
"Baby!" she squealed, pouncing on him as he strode through the airport.
"Hey," he said, peeling her off.
"I'm so glad you're home."
"Me too." he said, checking a member of his entourage was carrying his suitcase.
"I have the whole night planned for us." she giggled.
"Great."
"Seriously, it is! We're gonna go out for dinner, then_"
"Gabs, Gabs,"
"Yes?"
"Stop."
"Stop what?" she asked.
"You're being clingy, just lay off, alright?"
"But I haven't seen you in months." she said.
"Yeah, but you've called me every two minutes while I was there."
"Not my fault that I miss you so much."
"Gabs, give me a little space. I'm tired."
"Right." she said, discreetly shaking her head as he looked away.
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Two weeks later
"Ready to go?" Lindsay asked Gabriella as she stood behind the door to her penthouse suite.
"Yeah," Gabriella called. She opened the door and allowed Lindsay to survey the outfit her stylist picked out for her.
"Beautiful."
"Thank you." she said, stepping out, making sure she had her key, and walking with Lindsay down the hall.
"Now be warned, there's a swarm of fans outside."
"You make them sound like flies."
"They're excited, so, just be warned Gabriella."
They got out of the elevator, walking across the lobby. The receptionist smiled at her. She grinned back and looked forward to the doors.
"God, I can hear it from here."
"Told you."
"I'm going to go deaf, Lindsay, can you do something?"
"Sorry, I forgot my ear defenders today." she said sarcastically.
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She got out of the car, hoping she didn't flash anything. Two men in black suits helped her out. If her eyes could take screenshots, the photo would be a long, red carpet running up to huge doors. People. Everywhere. Flashing lights. A swarm of paparrazi. Now they were like flies. They were everywhere, and hung around in groups. They screamed your names desperately like animals for a good shot. She smiled, hoping she didn't have anything in her teeth.
"Go to that woman over there first." Lindsay said in her ear.
"Who's that."
"Hollywood Today. She's important."
"Okay." Gabriella said, walking towards the lady that was shouting her, a microphone in her hand and a camera man holding a big black camera beside her.
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She sat in her big, purple, velvet theatre seat and looked at the screen expectantly. The other cast members of the movie were beside her. She had been waiting for this for months. It was the premiere of her latest movie, The Sisters. It was her latest, and in her opinion, and hopefully the critics opion, the best movie she had done too. The cast was starstudded. It was a romantic comedy. The sort of thing you could actually take your boyfriend to see. It was about five sisters, completely different, all struggling with the lovey dovey department. It was hilarious, had a good story to it, and you'd probably tear up at the happy ending.
Now that's advertising.
Gabriella couldn't really deny that she was nervous. Her stomach was churning. What if it was awful. What if she looked awful. What if the camera added more than ten pounds? What if her voice was all naisily? What if nobody laughed at the funny parts? Oh god, she thought. She was about to get up to go and get some air, but the screen flooded with light.
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"It was amazing, Gabriella. You looked gorgeous!"
"Thank you." she smiled.
"Great performance, Gabriella."
"Thanks,"
She got into the limo, and the big guy in the black suit closed the door. She was drove back to the hotel where she was staying. She went in the back way this time, and went up the stairs. Lindsay had gone back to her house.
"Thanks," she said, paying the guy who had escorted her back to her door a twenty dollar bill, and going inside. "Good night."
"Good night, Miss Montez."
She closed the door. Miss Montez? What the hell was that. It's Gabriella.
She sat on the side of the bed and looked at the numbers on the digital clock. Eleven thirty. Take away two hours... Martin wouldn't be in bed. She could call him.
She picked up her phone, and called his number.
"Damn, voicemail." she hissed, hanging up. "Home." she said, ringing his house phone instead of his personal mobile.
Voicemail again.
"Work phone." she nodded.
I'm sorry, but the phone you have tried to call is turned off.
She hung up again and sighed, getting up and taking off her dress, to throw it on the armchair. She dressed for bed, and slid into the large, comfortable bed. It was silent.
"Aww, man!" she hissed as she realized her ears were ringing, something that really pissed her off. "Fucking Tinnitus." she said, something she said a lot since she learned what the scientific name for ringing ears was.