AN: Yes, this is an *incredibly* short chapter but I had this massive writer's block and this
was the break through chapter... In other words... I see the light of creativity... *reaching,
reaching, almost have it* CRASH! Man, I have got to watch those ceilings better...
Yes I am making absolutely no sense. Raging fevers and the cold/ flu/ bug from hell will do
that to you. You have my deepest sympathy for putting up with me. Leave a review for when I am
more coherent and I will worship your pink bunny slippers. Not the green ones though. Not the
green ones.
Disclaimer: I'm just renting them, $4.50 an hour... Great rates on groups... *blinks* Man, I
need sleep, and a therapist... Or bubble wrap, that's neat too...
************************* Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Five ************************
This morning was "interesting". You all will be proud to know that I didn't lose my temper, not
once.
Not when Mike grimly shoved the new National Enquirer in my lap when he and my limo picked me
up at some ungodly hour morning people perkily call seven, complete with 'nude photographs'...
Not when the press were out in twice their normal blood sucking numbers.
I was very, very good.
Although I may need someone to unwire my jaw.
My teeth ache from clenching them for the last two hours.
And I've yet to see the glorious lying bastard. So he's still alive. Don't worry, its an
unfortunate condition I hope soon to remedy.
I have a ready, fierce temper and I can quite honestly say that I have never been so furious in
my entire life. This is hardly the first time that my personal life and secrets have been bared
for all to see but somehow, that damned Goblin King has got me feeling more betrayed then any
whore loving, cheating boyfriend ever did.
You know, relationships aren't supposed to be stable, especially in Hollywood. But there's
something about your arch nemesis... I don't know, something sacred. Its hard to find a grade
A villain. Jareth used to rank up there with the best. Used to.
Apparently somewhere along the way he changed into grade A ass-hole. And asses are a dime a
dozen in this golden town. I'm not really sure if I'm more pissed off about his indiscreet
comments, or the fact that he's not the tall, bleached, and dangerous Goblin King I thought he
was.
A girl's got to have her standards and Jareth doesn't meet mine any more.
Dick.
I have really got to watch my language. Karen would skin me, grown millionaire and all, if she
knew I'd developed such a potty mouth.
And now, here I am, sitting, very terribly alone, in my dressing room, trying to get up enough
nerve to go out and face the world. And the cameras. Oh God, the cameras...
Cameras recording every move, every nuance, every expression, every slip of breath.
No, I'm not having a nervous breakdown thank you very much. Actresses of my caliber don't have
nervous breakdowns. Well, at least not two in such a short time.
Okay, I can do this. I will do this.
I breathe out and steady myself against the vanity. By all accounts I should look like Hell but
make up has already made its rounds today, complete with cucumber slices. Even in the unnatural
lightning of the dressing room I look like some kind of porcelain doll, untouchable, beautiful
in such a distant kind of way. I miss how I used to be sometimes... The day before the
Labyrinth's endless night, when I came running home, drenched, vibrant, so real and earthy.
I love Hollywood because it lets me pretend. Let's me play make believe.
I really, really do.
Okay, again...
I'm a princess, yes a princess. We'll following the Labyrinth, not my own personal odyssey
into insanity thank you very much. I am delicate and sweet and teary eyed. I am vulnerable and
pretty and virginal and like unicorns... Unicorns and butterflies and everything that glitters
and is some shade of pink and crap...
I think I broke a nail.
Okay, once more... Deep breaths Sarah, pull it together. Think of sugar and faeries that
don't bite. Gossamer wings and magical balls in the arms of...
*CENSORED THOUGHT*
Okay, no ball rooms...
*****************************************************************************************
Mike knocks on my dressing room. "Sarah, you ready yet?" I expel a deeply held breath, plaster
my most winning fake smile on, and flounce out, no more prepared than I was ten minutes before.
But you know what, the world never seems ready for me. I guess this is just its way of getting
pay back.
Read or not... Its show time!
was the break through chapter... In other words... I see the light of creativity... *reaching,
reaching, almost have it* CRASH! Man, I have got to watch those ceilings better...
Yes I am making absolutely no sense. Raging fevers and the cold/ flu/ bug from hell will do
that to you. You have my deepest sympathy for putting up with me. Leave a review for when I am
more coherent and I will worship your pink bunny slippers. Not the green ones though. Not the
green ones.
Disclaimer: I'm just renting them, $4.50 an hour... Great rates on groups... *blinks* Man, I
need sleep, and a therapist... Or bubble wrap, that's neat too...
************************* Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Five ************************
This morning was "interesting". You all will be proud to know that I didn't lose my temper, not
once.
Not when Mike grimly shoved the new National Enquirer in my lap when he and my limo picked me
up at some ungodly hour morning people perkily call seven, complete with 'nude photographs'...
Not when the press were out in twice their normal blood sucking numbers.
I was very, very good.
Although I may need someone to unwire my jaw.
My teeth ache from clenching them for the last two hours.
And I've yet to see the glorious lying bastard. So he's still alive. Don't worry, its an
unfortunate condition I hope soon to remedy.
I have a ready, fierce temper and I can quite honestly say that I have never been so furious in
my entire life. This is hardly the first time that my personal life and secrets have been bared
for all to see but somehow, that damned Goblin King has got me feeling more betrayed then any
whore loving, cheating boyfriend ever did.
You know, relationships aren't supposed to be stable, especially in Hollywood. But there's
something about your arch nemesis... I don't know, something sacred. Its hard to find a grade
A villain. Jareth used to rank up there with the best. Used to.
Apparently somewhere along the way he changed into grade A ass-hole. And asses are a dime a
dozen in this golden town. I'm not really sure if I'm more pissed off about his indiscreet
comments, or the fact that he's not the tall, bleached, and dangerous Goblin King I thought he
was.
A girl's got to have her standards and Jareth doesn't meet mine any more.
Dick.
I have really got to watch my language. Karen would skin me, grown millionaire and all, if she
knew I'd developed such a potty mouth.
And now, here I am, sitting, very terribly alone, in my dressing room, trying to get up enough
nerve to go out and face the world. And the cameras. Oh God, the cameras...
Cameras recording every move, every nuance, every expression, every slip of breath.
No, I'm not having a nervous breakdown thank you very much. Actresses of my caliber don't have
nervous breakdowns. Well, at least not two in such a short time.
Okay, I can do this. I will do this.
I breathe out and steady myself against the vanity. By all accounts I should look like Hell but
make up has already made its rounds today, complete with cucumber slices. Even in the unnatural
lightning of the dressing room I look like some kind of porcelain doll, untouchable, beautiful
in such a distant kind of way. I miss how I used to be sometimes... The day before the
Labyrinth's endless night, when I came running home, drenched, vibrant, so real and earthy.
I love Hollywood because it lets me pretend. Let's me play make believe.
I really, really do.
Okay, again...
I'm a princess, yes a princess. We'll following the Labyrinth, not my own personal odyssey
into insanity thank you very much. I am delicate and sweet and teary eyed. I am vulnerable and
pretty and virginal and like unicorns... Unicorns and butterflies and everything that glitters
and is some shade of pink and crap...
I think I broke a nail.
Okay, once more... Deep breaths Sarah, pull it together. Think of sugar and faeries that
don't bite. Gossamer wings and magical balls in the arms of...
*CENSORED THOUGHT*
Okay, no ball rooms...
*****************************************************************************************
Mike knocks on my dressing room. "Sarah, you ready yet?" I expel a deeply held breath, plaster
my most winning fake smile on, and flounce out, no more prepared than I was ten minutes before.
But you know what, the world never seems ready for me. I guess this is just its way of getting
pay back.
Read or not... Its show time!