A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Hoohoo! Well, not like I was over the summer because i still have a friggin backpack that weighs more than I do, but I have freee weekends to write! YAHOO!! ...maybe I should have eaten my skittles after I posted this hahaha. Well, enjoyyyy the (short) chapppie :D

disclaimer: I (DONT) OWN TWILIGHT, YES I DO, I (DONT) OWN TWILIGHT, HOW BOUT YOUUU? XD

After barely five hours of sleep, I awoke to the loud, obnoxious, buzzing of my new alarm. With a groan, I threw my comforter off my body, and stretched.

Today all my dreams were coming true; I couldn't stop smiling. The first shoot for Life of a Model: Starring Rosalie Hale, started in one hour. Then in a little over three months, everyone in the whole world would be able to watch it. Everyone. From California to Kamikaze! I was still in awe.

Choosing a simplistic outfit (dark wash skinny jeans, an electric blue v-neck designed by Christian Siriano especially for me, and classic black heels), took longer than I had planned for, so I only had roughly ten minutes for my hair, not needing to apply make-up because the show was taking care of that. ]

KNOCK KNOCK! I heard. Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought; my hair was still in the messy bun I had thrown it up in the previous night! No way could anyone, let alone cameras, see me like this.

"Just a minute!!" I yelled nervously. Quickly I yanked a comb through the bird's nest I call my hair, and decided it looked as good as it could for such a short time period. "Okay, come in!"

"Hey Rosie." A familiar voice said. "Sorry about last night, that brunette sure was…." Cosmo didn't feel the need to finish his statement.

"That brunette?" I asked him, anger pulsing through my veins. "Do you have any idea how shallow you sound when you say shit like that?! When you can't even remember a girl's name that you probably slept with?!"

"Whoa, Rosie. Who put a crab down your pants? One; I didn't sleep with her. Two; If I did, it wouldn't be your business. And three; she never even told me her name!!"

"Uh huh. Is this how you are at all your 'little get togethers'? Cause Cossi, that wasn't little. The police showed up for a noise complaint!!"

"Please, I bet it was someone at the party pulling a prank on us." He shoved off the almost arrest. "We weren't even that loud. And yeah Rose there were nearly ninety people there. I only invited maybe twenty out of those; then, people invite their friends, who invite their friends, and so on. That's just how it works!" Cosmo counter argued, now angered as well. Just what I need before the show…not…

"Whatever Cosmo, I don't wanna argue before the show, kay?"

"Fine. The crew should be here…," He paused to look at a clock, but it wasn't needed thanks to a pound on the door. "I'll get it." He decided, and with that he was out the baby pink door.

I peaked in the mirror one final time before rushing out the door to meet the people that were making my dreams come true.

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"So basically we will tell you what we want you to do for the day, then you just do it as you normally would." My director explained to me with a false smile at the end.

"Okay so what are we doing today?" I inquired as polite as I could.

"Today we need to film a few shots of you promoting the show for the commercials and what not, then maybe you can give everyone a tour." I told him that sounded fine, so he continued. "So, the costume designer should be going through your wardrobe to find something suitable for you to wear for the promotions, and the make-up girl should be helping her." He told me.

I nodded and thanked him, then walked up to my room, only to find a short, pixie-esk girl rummaging through my closet and dresser.

"Um, 'scuse me?" I asked, again trying as hard as I could to sound polite and cooperative.

"Oh! Hi there!! Sorry 'bout the mess, I'm Alice, the costume designer." She greeted me with such enthusiasm you would have thought it was afternoon rather than seven A.M.

"And I'm Bella; I'll be doing your make-up for the show." Another girl, this one with more height and less energy, informed me.

"Okay, well, I'm Rosalie, but I like being called Rose or Rosie better."

"Yay!!! We're going to be inseperable, the three of us. I can so tell!!" Alice spoke again, making me wonder how many cups of coffee she had to down to be able to be so awake.

"Alice. The coffee table hasn't even arrived yet and you are already this hyper." Bella groaned as though this happened frequently.

"Hush Bella!!" The short one shot back. "Sorry, we've known each other so long we're practically sisters."

"No worries." I said laughing. "I wish I had a friend like that. How old are you guys anyway?"

"Now, you've got two friends like that!" Alice exclaimed with an abnormal amount of energy, then threw in, "We just turned seventeen and we've been doing make-up together for almost five years, two of those being for MTV!"

"Are you always this…," I paused to think of the right word since my brain was still dreaming about Orlando Bloom, "Awake?"

"Yes." Bella answered in a disgusted tone.

"Again, hush Bella!" Alice commanded in a faked annoyed tone. "Now, let's go get you into something smoking for the commercial!!"

"Sounds good with me," I agreed, "but be warned that my wardrobe is seriously lacking in anything that could be considered smoking."

"That's alright, I have some stuff that will probably fit, and if not we always have the company credit card!" She explained happily. I took time to notice Alice's intoxicating hair, it was jet black and going off in every direction; quite different from Bella's straight chestnut brown.

I smiled and walked towards the options she had laid out on my bed. Outfit one was dark wash skinny jeans and a plain magenta spaghetti strap tank; not the choice I would wear on a regular basis. Outfit two was a mini dress from a skateboarding company in London with black, grey, and white cubes repeating over spelling out their name, paired with plain black leggings; more my style, but still something I wouldn't have chosen on my own. Finally, choice number three, was a pair of flawless light wash skinny jeans True Religion, put with a plum camisole and a navy blazer with plum accents; perfect.

"I like this one." I said pointing to choice number three.

Alice smiled, jumped, and clapped her hands, "Yay!!! I watched all the videos and looked at every picture I could find of you and that was the one I was hoping you'd like."

Bella rolled her eyes. "I am so not letting you drink coffee or anything else that has even an ounce of sugar." We all laughed and I felt that Bella, Alice, and I would be great friends.

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"Hey I'm Rosalie Hale. You probably have seen me in ads like Hollister, Louis V, and Christian Siriano. But now I'm here, on MTV! Check out my new show, Life of a Model: Starring Rosalie Hale, coming in August. See ya then." I spoke while smiling in my sincerest manner, then ended the take with the corning double hand gun snap and wink as my script directed. Although I felt awkward naming the campaigns I had been in and the ending was just straight up appalling to me, I loved saying I was on MTV.

"Cut!!" My director, that Alice had told me was named Chris Harwicke, yelled. "Okay, okay," He paused and put his hand on his forehead to think. Sighing deeply he continued, "Maybe we should take five and start back up with the tour."

I nodded and walked into the kitchen for a class of orange juice to calm me down.

"Having fun?" Skipper joked from his seat at the bar.

I shot him a look to say get off my back, then answered, "Skipper, come on. This isn't me. I would never stay crap like that. I'd be like 'Hey ya'll Rosie Hale here. I just wanted to let you know that Life of a Model is MTV's newest show and premiers in August. You'll get to see what it's like to be me, raw and without make-up sometimes! Hope you check it out, and can't wait to see what you think."

"So why don't you say that?" He asked with ignorance dripping from every word.

"Don't you get it, Skip? I have to do whatever they say so I can keep this show for a long time, and then maybe a real director will see it and hire me for an actual movie! And if that means sacrificing some things, I'll do it." I explained.

"Rose, that is so mainstream and conformist!" Cory yelled full of rage, and I could almost see the smoke obtruding from his ears and nose. "You should be able to say what you want, not what they tell you. Because that," He refearred to what was scripted, "wouldn't make me want to watch anything involving you." He stormed out of the kitchen, and attempted a dramatic exit by slamming the (revolving) door. When he realized his blonde moment, he walked back toward me. "That would have worked far better if the door wasn't revolving…"
"Cory, you're right. I should be able to talk like I normally would." I agreed, making him smile in triumph. "But, that doesn't mean I'll be able to." I finished, wiping the smile away.

"You should try, Rose. This show is gonna show the public your personality, real or fake."

His words cut through me like a freshly sharpened dagger. I completely despised people that were fake; they weren't comfortable with themselves so the created another version they thought was better. His words were the cause of me marching up to Chris and speaking my mind.

A/N: ....um i wrote this in my spanish class so either i meant for there to be a cliffy or my teacher started to yell at me for not paying attention...both are plausible but i think i meant for the cliffy to be there haha. so review (: