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~Fruitsmiles
Feel the Pressure
[Chapter One- Hollywood]
Standing on the stage, my voice bellowed out the last note of the song, I flashed my famous smile to the crowd, and exited stage left. I didn't even bother with the encore.
On the tour bus, my manager stalked towards me: "What the hell was that Shane?" He barked at me, a finger inching towards my face as a form of disgrace. "It was my dramatic exit" I shrugged, plopping on to my bunk. "The hell it was! Do you WANT to ruin your career AGAIN?" His voice croaked as he threw another tantrum. He quickly caught on to my inattentiveness and left me be. "Finally" I muttered, flipping through the channels. I stopped on the celebrity news.
Scrawling across the bottom of the TV was: Famous singer Mitchie Torres declined a recording deal to attend College; a heart break move or simple sheer stupidity? Shane's rep has yet to make a comment. I scoffed at the TV but somehow managed to tune in. The famous Chad Norton spoke his famous line: "Welcome to Celebrity Talk. The biggest, newest and best celebrity news. Big news of the week: Michelle Torres, otherwise known as Mitchie Torres has declined an offer from The Hollywood Studios for a record deal and decides to head off to MIT for a Science degree. Many are shocked, others are thankful that she's not in their way to steal the spotlight. We think it's ultimately down to two things: she's heart-broken from the Smitchie break or she's hit her head fairly hard. Shane Gray's reps have yet to return our calls, but we are still tracking the story. We'll be back on Celebrity Talk after the break." The screen cut to a commercial and I picked up my phone hastily.
"Hello, this is Shane Gray. Is Chad there?" "Hey Chad; its Shane. Look, Mitchie and I's business is strictly OUR business, she isn't attending MIT because she's an idiot, she's attending it because she's the only person in damn Hollywood with her head on her shoulders and if that's called being stupid than I guess the rest of us are mentally retarded rodents. The next time you want to make a story about my best-friend, think twice before doing so, because you will be hearing from me if this continues." I didn't bother with a goodbye; that damn talk show didn't deserve one.
I shut the TV off and closed my eyes. I dreamed of Mitchie; as I do every night.
My manager woke me up with a loud bang in to my room. "Man! I'm trying to sleep!" I attempted to roll over only to be turned towards Mike, him tossing me on the floor, throwing a newspaper on me. "You're a dumb one." He spit at me and then left. I cringed as I turned on to my back, picking up the newspaper, I read the front page of the Los Angeles Times. Shane Gray and Mitchie Torres: Secret-Love Affair? Scrawled beneath the headline was the exact words I'd said to Chad last night, a picture of Mitchie and I from the last award show we went to together and link where the readers could go to hear my voicemail. Damn.
My phone began to buzz on the bedside stand "Hello?" I muttered. "Damnit Shane! What is this?" Her angelic voice echoed in to my phone, I was speechless. "What? You'll talk to the media about me but you won't talk to me? You're such a coward!" I hated when she called me a coward. I hated it! "I was defending you, you spaz! My bad." "I can take care of myself, thank you very much. Was I not clear when I said stay out of my life? I meant it!" I didn't get to respond.
I agreed with Mitchie to tell the media that I ended our relationship. It was my idea because I wanted to protect her. I knew Mitchie well enough that she wasn't ready to handle the Hollywood media yet: one of the reasons why she was attending MIT. I didn't want to hurt her either. I knew there'd be interviews and she, nor I, wanted anyone to know…no one. And for now, only she and I know the true reason.
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