'You have fifty nine messages"The machine says, and my eyes widen. "First message, received yesterday at 10:50 A.M. BEEP - Ashley? Are you there young lady? Would you please explain to me why there is a topless picture of you in th-"

I quickly press the next button. That answers the question to "Has dad seen the pictures yet?".

"Next message, BEEP - Hey Ashley, how are you doing? This is Johnathon.. I don't know if you remember me but.."The machine says, and my heart gives a suprised jump. Johnathon, my first boyfriend, Johnathon? The jerk who dumped for Lisa Eddings, because I wouldn't sleep with him?What the effing hell is he calling me for?

"I just got to thinking about us, when we were in high school..We had some pretty good memories, huh?"He asks, and laughs. "Anyways, I saw your picture at perez hilton, and thought damn! You're still smoking hot as usual, so I was thinking maybe we should get togeth-"

I don't bother finish listening to the message, and just press next. "Next message. BEEP- Hello Ashley. This is Paul Butcher calling"A voice I've never heard before in my life says. "I have recently designed a new underwear line , using only wal mart plastic bags, and think you would be a great model to show them off. Th-"

Freaked out, I just turn the machine off. My mind is just sort of in a daze, and I can't really believe what's going on. I mean.. The reality of everything seems to just be registering into my brain. Me - the infamous Lilo's stylist? With pictures of me splashed over magazines? This would normally be a sort of dream come true moment..

But the thing is, I always fantasized being in magazines for... My awesome clothes! Or.. Maybe my awesome hair! Not for flashing a whole club... Or for dancing drunkenly on top of a table..

The phone begins ringing , and I stare at it, feeling slightly terrified. What if it's dad agin? Or.. Worse, mom.

I pick up the phone and hold my breath, waiting for the caller to speak up first.

"Anybody there?"A voice I don't recognize says. "Helloo?"The voice says.

"Uhm.. Hiiillooooo"I say in a weird accent, that's not really even an accent. More like an old grannie's voice. I don't do very well under pressure.

"Is this Ashley?"The voice says. "I'm Linda, Lindsay's assistant"

"Oh!"I say, suprised."Oh yes, it's me!"I say, and pretend to cough. "Coming down with a bit of a cough"I say laughing.

"Er.. Okay"She says, anot sounding very convinced. "I was just calling because we need to talk a few things over. Are you free now?"She asks.

"Sure!"I say, as I walk back over the kitchen and fix myself a nice cup of coffee...

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Oh god. Oh god oh god. Breathe in. Breathe out. Do not have a heart attack.

You will not believe the conversation I just had with Linda. It had to do with my pay- You know, on account of all the hard work I did yesterday picking out all her clothes, and ofcourse, all the hard work I will be doing in the future. And ... Omg. O-M-G. Do you know how much I'm getting paid?

Well.. I'm getting paid.. Well.. Let's just say, I'm getting PAID. If you get what I'm saying. I'M GETTING PAID LOADS!

And it gets better. Apparently, if I do well, and if things "work out".. I'll be paid even more. EVEN MORE!!

Who needs a stupid college degree? I'm going to be rich. RICH!!!

"Dum dee dum"I sing, as I drain the last of my coffeee. Linda told me Lindsay wants me to come over at 4, which leaves me about 5 hours of free time. A nice relaxing morning , all to myself. Maybe I should read a book? There's that new Barack Obama book which I'd been meaning to read for a couple of weeks, it would be a nice time to catch up,find out what our president is planning to do-

I walk over to my room, take the book out and begin reading the first page. After a few sentences, I abruptly put the book down.

"I deserve better than this!"I say to myself. "All work, no play. I deserve a break!"I say, feeling outraged.I mean, honestly. I can't even remember the last time I've been to a store! Or the last time I had a nice evening out! And anyway, with all this new money I'm going to make, I can afford to have a little shopping spree, I think!!

I excitedly open my cloest and search for my best "I'm going to be rich!! So I can afford to shop" outfit. I pull out a few possibilities and throw them on my bed, and then notice my beautiful Zach Posen gown.

Maybe I could wear this today? I think, holding the dress against me. I mean, who's to say I can't go shopping in an evening gown?

I run my hand over the dress for the zillionth time, and decide to finally try the dress on. I rip off my pj's, and slip the dress on, gasping at my own reflection in the mirrors. I look like a movie star!

I smile at my own reflection, doing some twirls . I then decide the dress is missing a few things, so I rummage my closet, and find some sexy silver strappy heels, and the most gorgeous black beaded bag that I'd bought on sale at YSL(80%!!) that I'd never had the chance to really use. I then pull my hair into a bun, and stand infront of the mirror, totally blown away by my own reflection.

After happily gazing at myself, I begin to cat-walk down my room, using all the moves I learned from watching ANTM. But my room is so tiny, it just doesn't feel right. I check my watch and see it's 11 :10. All my neighbors will definitely not be home, so I'll just pop outside the corridoor and practice my walk there. Ooh, and then, maybe I could video tape it and send it over as my audition vid for the next cycle of ANTM!

I run over to the door, my heels making loud clicking noises against the quiet room. But as I fling the door open, I nearly have a heart attack..