She had tried to get out of that life, but it was impossible. She had done a good job up until her fourteenth birthday when Johnny Stitches threatened to sue her father because she didn't complete her contract. So she was forced back to being the it girl. What was worse the it girl who smiled and was nice to everyone. Sure she wasn't the rude and bullying little girl she was back then but it was exhausting to have to keep up the ruse that she was peppy all the time. Lila had helped her out a lot with putting on a face. But as she sat there waiting for the next take in her latest commercial she let her face fall once more.

"Oh Helga, why the long face?" A makeup lady asked as she fixed her makeup for about the hundreth time. "You are probably the luckiest girl here! My poor daughter, she was just rejected another part. Said she wasn't skinny enough."

Helga just smiled and she tried to bite back a retort. She wanted to ask if her daughter would switch places with her.

"Helga time to go again. We're rolling in ten."

Helga held back the sigh and took her place on the stage trying to keep the tears out of her eyes. She could hear the voice in her head narrating the soap opera of her life.

This is a story about a girl named Lucky Early morning, she wakes up Knock, knock, knock on the door It's time for make up, perfect smile It's you they're all waiting for, they go "Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say She's so lucky, she's a star But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking If there's nothing missing in my life Then why do these tears come at night?

She felt like she was in a dream. It was like the world revolved around her. Tabloids everywhere were splashed with her picture and she was forced to make guest apperences of talk shows. Where they asked her questions about her personal life. She just wanted it to stop.

Lost in an image, in a dream But there's no one there to wake her up And the world is spinning and she keeps on winning But tell me what happens when it stops? They go "Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say She's so lucky, she's a star But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking If there's nothing missing in my life Then why do these tears come at night?

"Cut!" the director shouted after she completed her lines "That's it people we have the shot!"

"Finally!" Helga said out loud her old attitude popping up "We've done it fifty million times."

They all looked at her shocked their mouths wide open. They had only seen the nice sweet side of her. She could see Johnny in the background with his teeth set in a straight line gritting against each other.

"I'm just starving how about you?" she asked sweetly to no one in perticular. They all blinked and then everything went back to normal like her outburst never occoured. She sighed. She could never be herself around these people. She deserved some sort of award for having to act this way all the time/

{"Best actress, and the winner is Lucky!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the Arena waiting for Lucky!"
"Oh, my God, here she comes"}

As her father parked the car he looked sideways at Helga. She had her forhead pressed against the passanger window tears going down her cheeks. He knew how much she hated this kind of life. With all this attention. He placed a hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. She looked up at him and tried to smile. She always tried to smile for him but he could see her botton lip quivering.

"Only four more years of this Angel." he said smoothing some hair out of her face "And then it is over. Just four more years."

She shook his hand off and looked up at the house. "I don't know if I can last that long." she said before getting out of the car and starting toward the front door.

"Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?"
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there is nothing missing in her life Why do tears come at night?
She's so lucky, she's a star But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking If there's nothing missing in my life Then why do these tears come at night?
She's so lucky But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking If there's nothing missing in my life Then why do these tears come at night?

* Well hope you like it. I actually got inspiration from a video i saw on Youtube. Anyway if some of you haven't read my other fan fics then you are probably wondering why Bob is so loving right? Well it is because it isn't Bob. For more info on that go read my other fan fiction Hellie and Grr- Grr ;)