My, my, such a sweet thing…
What a beautiful feeling…

Before the song could continue, the driver lowered the stereo's volume until the words were just low murmurs. That song brought many words back to his head… dyed hair, guitars, crying, screaming, hospitals, glass breaking, lost wedding rings, more crying… the male teen went over to the stove and turned on the stove, a ring of blue flames sparking and sizzling. He knelt down and opened the mahogany cupboard to retrieve a frying pan; he slammed the cabinet behind him and stood up.

He went from being a rock star to this. He didn't even have a word to describe it just the thought made him feel like vomiting; he angrily placed the frying pan on a heating stovetop, he was a single former rock star living in a two-room apartment with his model sister who made much more money than he did at Tiffany's Breakfast as a lowly waiter.

Running his fingers through his knotted golden-brown hair, he shut his hazel green irises and sighed. He placed his hand on the sticky counter before heading towards the refrigerator; he opened the fridge and removed a carton of eggs from inside, shutting the fridge with the sole of his naked foot.

He placed the carton of eggs on the counter when he heard a light rap of knuckles on the front door. Eight knocks for eight letters in his younger sister's stage name.

He coughed into his palm before walking over to answer the door; he unlocked the door and twisted the knob before he opened it.

A female teen stood in the doorframe tapping her fine-manicured fingernails against it before she allowed herself in the home. Her strawberry curls arranged high in a fancy fashion; ringlets dangling beside her heart-shaped face and she puckered her glossed lips in a heart-warming smile. "It's nice to see you again, Gavin. You look wonderful."

'Gavin' raised an unamused brow. "That's not my name, Anne-Marie." He said with a tinge of venom in his tone. "That was never my name."

'Anne-Marie' lower lip jutted out in a deep pout and she narrowed her lake blue eyes. "It's Brigitte."

He nods. "Yes, that's your stage name. It's how my stage name was once Gavin but my real name is Christopher." He explains. "And yours is Anne-Marie."

Brigitte rolls her eyes and walks over to him shoving a stack of magazines into his hands. "Whatever." She says. "Look at these magazines! They are so cool!"

Brigitte loved gossip magazines; she loved all scandals and the worst and best fashions at the Emmys Awards. But on the front was something similar to an application form and in gold cursive letters it had said "Do reality shows and celebrities mix?"

Christopher held the People magazine up to his sister. "What is this?"

Brigitte grinned toothily. "This is a reality show all for celebrities it's like Survivor or something and all sort of celebrities are gonna be on it! I've signed us up for it!"

Christopher dropped the stack of magazines. "Wait… what? You mean just you right? I'm not a celebrity. You are."

Brigitte shook her head wildly and the grin never faded. "Nope! You still are! Your music still plays on radios all the time! I signed both of us for it; we leave in a two weeks! I'm so excited!" She giggles and throws her designer bag onto the couch embracing him tightly. "So dye your hair and get your nice clothes so we could go all cool-looking!"

Brigitte releases him and runs off to her bedroom excitedly slamming the door.

Christopher sighed and picked up a Life and Style magazine off the floor flipping through it and reading the application form on the page.

Full Name:

Age (15-18):

Stage Name (optional):

What is their occupation? (Socialite, actor/actress, model, talk show host, etc.):

How were they discovered?:

Are they good at their said occupation?:

Stereotype:

Appearance (hair color/style, eyes color, skin tone, height weight…):

Personality:

Usual Attire:

Bathing Suit:

Pajamas:

Formal Attire:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Talents:

Phobia and why?:

Family / History:

Weaknesses:

Strengths:

Paired Up?:

And if so – with who (any particular OC)?:

Audition Tape:

He sighed to himself. This would be a long summer…