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"How are you feeling this morning, Miss James?" The elevator attendant, James, asked her, as she rode down from her penthouse apartment.
"As well as can be expected." She replied softly. Her large, dark sunglasses were doing little to block out the sunlight as the elevator doors opened. Her head felt like she had a drum line playing inside of it. She mustered a grin when she saw Chris Keller, waiting for her by the car.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, before noon, might I add?" Haley joked as he held the car door open for her. The driver waited for Chris to round the car and climb in the other side before slowly merging into traffic.
"Have you see the headlines? Page six?" Chris asked, as Haley shook her head. She'd drug herself out of bed with only enough time to shower, dress and walk out the door.
"Well, let me be the first to congratulate you. Your 'outing' last night has given you some free publicity, which we all know is a good thing." Chris said with a smirk. Haley bobbed her head, it hurt too badly to move it very much.
She knew that any publicity she could get, was good, but there were times when she felt like there had to be a better way. Yet, as a newcomer, if you wanted to be talked about, you had to do something to get everyone's attention. She'd learned that the hard way, when her debut single tanked a few months back. It was critically acclaimed and by all means, should have skyrocketed, but no radio stations cared to play a song by a 'nobody'. So her manager and Chris had suggested that she start going out and make a name for herself.
And she had. Her comings and goings were now as well documented as the likes of Lindsay and Paris. She even had to admit that it was fun, to be young and carefree, with a nearly unlimited amount of booze and cash at your disposal. Her second single had dropped at number 3, only weeks ago and was already occupying the number 1 slot on the billboards.
"That's great. I actually had fun last night. Corinne and Bailey even stayed past closing with us." Haley told him, smiling at the memory. Corinne Sharpe and Bailey Storm were two of Hollywood's hottest young actresses. The tabloids billed them as brutal enemies, but that was only for publicity. They were actually the best of friends and a lot of fun.
"Cool, so we're meeting up with everyone at Bungalow 8, tonight around 11pm." Chris informed her, as he flipped through his PDA. Haley just nodded, knowing it was useless to try and decline.
Finally they arrived at the studio, ad slowly made their way through the crowd of paparazzi, who were waiting to snap their photos.
Haley had barely made it through security when her manager, Landry, came jogging up to her, waving The Post in her face.
"Page Six, Haley, you finally made Page Six! That's fabulous news! Tonight, Bungalow 8, I want to read about you being there tomorrow!" Landry called over her shoulder. That's how it was with Landry, she came and went so quickly, you almost wondered if you'd really spoken with her.
Haley chuckled as she walked down the hallway to "her" studio. She affectionately referred to it as hers, since she was usually the only one who used it. It was a little run down. The ones towards the front of the building were all new and shiny, but for some reason, Haley preferred the one that hadn't been remodeled yet. It had character.
"Good morning Haley J." Mike, her sound coordinator, called as she entered the studio. She waved and said her hello's to the crew, before strapping on her guitar and heading through the soundproof doors.
This was still her favorite part of her job. Just sitting in a closed room, with no outside interference, playing her music. Although, she had to admit that she was enjoying herself more in New York now that she'd begun to let loose and have some fun.