'Papa-paparazzi... I'm your biggest fan; I'll follow you until you love me, papa-paparazzi... Baby, there's no other superstar you know that I'll be, ya papa -paparazzi...
Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me...'
"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes, where was that music coming from? I looked on my bed side cabinet to find my cell phone on loud. I picked it up and answered it without checking the caller ID. "Um, hello?"
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Oh, it was my agent, Emma. Why was she yelling at me?
"Ow, what d'ya mean?"
"Have you had time to look at a clock?! It's 9:15!!! Get here now!" she slammed down the phone and I was left with the dial tone. I jumped off my bed and pulled on my green sweat shirt. Shit, shit, shit! How the hell was I supposed to get there in fifteen minutes? My head hurt from all the cameras last night and I couldn't think straight. I tugged open my closet and pulled out a random pair of skinny jeans and slipped into them, then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Shit! How did that happen? My hair was a mess and I had smudges of eye liner on my face. I grabbed a tissue, dabbed it in moisturizer and rubbed my face ferociously. How the hell did I forget to wipe it off last night? My hairbrush was nowhere to be seen so I ran my fingers through my hair and tugged on a beanie. I'd leave it to my hair and make up stylists to fix this. I was hopeless; I couldn't do this in less than two minutes. I managed to find my favorite black heels and a handbag, then I was out of the hotel room before I could remember something else I had to take. My impatience was building up when I got into the elevator, God, could it go any slower? 'Ding!' "Ground floor." The computerized voice was a bit creepy and unnecessary but whatever, I wasn't here for much longer, just another week. "Rachel! Rachel!" Damnit! "Rachel!" Oh my God. Paparazzi. Why? What had I done in this lifetime to deserve this? All I did was act, why was I so frickin' interesting? "Rachel! What happened at the club last night?"
"Rachel! Are you dating Bill Kaulitz?" Me? Bill Kaulitz? Not a snowball's chance in hell, but I didn't want to deal with this right now, I needed a taxi. "Rachel! What about Tom?" Tom? Oh, right, Tom... Oh God no. I'd rather die alone than date Tom Kaulitz but I had no time to tell them that. I hate the paparazzi. They don't get it, they're willing to kick someone when they're down - massacre is more like it - all for that stupid pay check at the end of the week. I would be lucky if I got out of the hotel lobby with my outfit intact. "Good morning Miss Rachel." Eddie, the receptionist, was a really cool guy, he made the hotel bearable.
"Morning Eddie!"
"Would you like a car?"
"Um, yes please." He rang someone and there was a cab parked outside the hotel in a matter of seconds. "Thanks!"
"My pleasure, Miss."
I was still battling my way through the mob of people and cameras when my phone started ringing. "Crap!" I didn't want to answer my phone with all these people here, shouting at me with bright flashes going off in my face every few seconds. I forced my way through the revolving door and almost ran into the taxi. Once I had given the studio's address, we were off. I checked my phone, 'One new message: Unknown number' Hmm... Who could it be? Guten morgen, undercover lesbian nun.' Tom? No way.
'Who is this?' I texted back, but I already knew it was him.
'It's Tom.'
'How the hell did you get my number?'
'Your blonde friend.'
'Evie? OMG I'm gonna kill her.'
'Haha.'
'What do you want?'
'You.'
'Why?'
'Just because.'
'Leave me alone!'
'But I'm Tom Kaulitz ' Again with the Tom Kaulitz bullshit?
'Look, you could be the last guy on Earth and I still wouldn't care.'
'Why?'
'Just leave me alone, please?'
'Why don't you like me?' Oh, this guy was just so full of himself, can't handle the fact that there's one girl on the planet who doesn't like him. I turned my phone off and massaged my temples. I hadn't even been awake for two hours and I had a headache already, atleast the roads weren' t too busy.
I rushed into the huge building, frantic, because I thought I was late. I was so glad when Emma told me we wouldn't start recording untill ten today because the director was running late, so really, I was twenty minutes early. I smiled to myself, atleast I wasn't being scolded. Emma could be a real pain sometimes but I knew she was only doing what she thought would be best for me. "Oh my God, Rachel what happened to you?" Anna, my make up artist gasped.
"Um, well, you see-" I started.
"Tut, tut. You can't be seen like this, you look like a mess! Let me handle this." I loved how she loved her job. I could ring her up at the craziest times and she would still be up for making me over. She was amazing. "What happened? Did you get into a fight with your mascara?"
"No, I just fell asleep."
"With all that make up on your face? What happened? Something was distracting you..."
"Well, I was at this club and then Tom and the paparazzi and the cameras and everything just happened and I was just so tired. It was 5 am when I got home!"
"Mmhm, mmhm, ok. Sit down." She dropped me into one of her huge chairs and pulled out her wet towellette type things and started dabbing at my face, she had on her determined look, her tongue was poking out the side of her mouth and her eyes were set on the black smudges covering my face. "Wait. Did you say Tom?"
"Um, yeah."
"Who's Tom?" She smiled, knowing that I would probably tell her everything.
"Um, Tom Kaulitz?"
"Tom. Kaulitz. Tom Kaulitz?! You saw Tom Kaulitz?!"
"Yeah, I guess, why?"
"What did he want?"
"To dance."
"And you danced with him, right?"
"No thank you." I put my finger in my mouth and made a gagging sound.
"Why?"
"Because he's just so full of himself! I don't like guys with huge egos. Maybe that's just me but I just don't see why everyone likes him."
"Um, maybe because he's a frickin' European sex God?"
"Is that it?"
"Do you want more than that?"
"A bit of substance couldn't hurt."
"He's a frickin' German rockstar!"
"And a man whore, don't forget."
"I wouldn't mind. One night is all I need." I had never head Anna say anything like that before. She was all about feminism and that women shouldn't be treated as throw away objects but bring up said German rockstar and she was practically swimming in her own drool.
"Can we move on? Please?"
"Fine." She let out a long sigh. I decided to listen to some music, after all, this would take a while. I turned on my phone '2 new messages'. Basically two texts from Tom asking me why I didn't like him, because he was 'the' Tom Kaulitz. I plugged in my headphones and played 'Know your Enemy' by Green Day, I really didn't want to text 'the' Tom Kaulitz, he was becoming a huge pain in the ass. I closed my eyes to relax, it was gonna be a LONG day.
