RUN AWAY
Woah…Peeta's a bad ass right? And about the last chapter, remember Peeta's a broken-hearted horny teenager, he can't wait around forever. And when they meet again, he might be a bit pissed off. P.S I am shit at geography so just pretend like it all makes sense. Also the movie is like "The Vow". I don't own it or the company so don't sue! It's like "The Vow" but younger.
Chapter Six: Tour
Made a wrong turn Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss "no way, it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing Under estimated,
Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
You're so mean, When you talk
About yourself, You are wrong.
Change the voices, In your head
Make them like you Instead.
So complicated, Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons,
I've seen you do the same.
Oh, Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
The whole world stares so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try, try, try
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
We change ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? (Why do I do that?)
[Yeah~, Ohh~ pretty pretty please, Ohh~]
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
You're perfect, You're perfect Pretty
pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.
"Thank you and goodnight, San Francisco!" I scream to the crowd. Haymitch and Gale congratulates me and tells me to hang around until the fans clear out. I change into something more comfortable. Black skinny jeans, a cute crop top and boots.
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After an hour of hanging out, I head onto the tour bus. It's pretty big and bright red. San Francisco was the last stop until Tennessee. I'm heading home. There aren't many people on tour with me. My prep team, Cinna and Portia my designing team, Haymitch my manager, and Gale of course. There's also this women management sent along named Effie. She's so annoying but she works with Haymitch. Keeping us on time, scheduling my appointments. At least she's useful.
"So, what's the big surprise?" I ask the next day on the way to the airport. Dressed comfy and ready for the warm weather of Tennessee.
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"It's called a surprise for a reason, Catnip." Gale says rolling his eyes.
I stick my tongue out childishly and put in my headphones and turn on my iphone. Hmmm…looking for some good falling asleep music. It would defiantly have to be Ed Sheeran. I love him. Turning on Lego House, I slowly drift asleep.
"Sweetheart!" Haymitch's rough voice calls. "Get up, we're here." Groaning, I pull out my makeup bag before we get off. I'm not conceited or anything but you get used to always having to look good. I remember the huge lecture I got from Haymitch a couple weeks after my first album release. The press caught me heading out to the grocery store in old sweats. I didn't think it was a big deal but apparently it's social suicide in Hollywood.
I throw on a bit of eyeliner and mascara, and even out my lip gloss and brushing my hair. Cute. I grab my stuff and walk out the plane corridor. It's a private company jet so I didn't have to worry about other people.
The moment I step out of the plane, I'm instantly bombarded with fans and reporters. I answer some questions about my music, how I'm doing and how the tours going, before signing autographs and taking pictures. I love how I inspire these people. Especially the little girls.
A small blonde girl, around 8 or 9, approaches me with a notebook. "Will you sign this?" She asks shyly. She reminds me of Prim.
"Of course, sweetheart, what's your name?" I ask sweetly. I've always had a soft spot for kids.
"Rosie." She says. Rosie. Like Primrose. I feel my eyes mist up a bit.
"Rosie…that's a pretty name, just like you!" I tell her, blinking away tears. She smiles and thanks me for the autograph. I smile when I think about what I wrote.
"Dear Rosie. Never give up on your dreams, you're amazing. Love your new friend, Katy." I heard her squeal of joy from behind me when she opened the book. We're staying at a nice hotel in Victor's Village. A rich community somewhat near my school. It's really nice with 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, a living room, and huge closets obviously for my wardrobe. We're on the 12th floor, so I can go up to the roof to relax. I like it.
After everyone gets settled into our rooms, Haymitch calls a meeting.
"So, are you going to tell me the surprise?" I ask. Haymitch nods.
"Katy, we got a call from Spyglass Entertainment. They want you to play the female lead in their new production."
"WHAT! OH MY GOD THAT'S AMAZING! I'M GOING TO BE AN ACTOR! OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS SO AWESOME, YAY! I LOVE YOU HAYMITCH! THANK YOU! AHHHHHHHH!" Okay, this is way to enthusiastic to be me but I don't care. After modeling and singing, I felt like I needed more. I've always wanted to be an actress and I love Spyglass Entertainment.
I know a bit about their new film already. I read in an article on "Entertainment Weekly," they had an idea in the old-ish times where a girl, from a high class family, falls in love with a poor boy with no family at all in high school. They date and keep it a secret until people find out. Her family wants her to leave him, but she doesn't, so they cut her off. Even thought they're poor, the girl and boy are happy. They get married at 18 and live out their lives together until about a year later when there's a car crash and she loses her memory. She doesn't know who he is and her parents don't want her to know. It's said to be the best romantic comedy of all times.
I'm still fan grilling in my head until I notice Haymitch's somewhat amused smirk and the worried glance of Cinna's face. Gale has an unpleasant grimace that he's trying to hide with a smile. What's going on? Haymitch has been startlingly nice too me this month…and that can only mean one thing. I voice my thoughts to them.
"Sweetheart…don't kill anyone…but management's decided you need to finish your education."
"Oh, that's not so bad. Who are we hiring?" I ask. I hope it's not one of those stuck up, snooty tutors who act like all celebrities are air-heads.
Haymitch shakes his head. "No, they want you to go back to school…your old school."
No. Effing. Way.
