Hey everyone :) I have some things to say, and then I'll let you get to reading the story.
So, first off, I re-did my profile. I hope you'll check it out. Also, I really love this chapter, I hope you do too. I worked hard on it for you guys. I know it seems short, but it's really not. There's just long paragraphs. I promise that you'll love chapter6, it's REALLLY long.
enjoy, and review. xoxo;julia.
CHAPTER 5---
"Radio KLLFM 28, this is DJ Rodney here, in the studio on this sunny morning in Las Angels. And I have Julia Young in the studio, how are you Julia?" I adjusted the headphones. "I'm great. And I'm excited to talk to some listeners!" I said slowly, smiling and swallowing hard. "Good, Good. Well, we're gonna take calls, right after the smash hit, Crank that, by rising star, Solja Boy. Don't change the station."
The DJ pushed a button, and then turned to me. "It's so cool to meet you, I mean, I dream about you all night." He said to me, smiling. My stomach sunk to the bottom of my body, making me sick. I looked away, and then he continued, "You wanna hook up after the interview, since I hear you and Dylan are fighting?" He got closer to me, putting his hand over mine, on the countertop. "Uhhm, I don't think so." I said, sliding my hand out from under his, as the song came to an end. Great, I got a sleezy on-air DJ, who thinks I'm a slut, and wants to hook up. That's just wonderful. This interview is going to be great.
He pushed the button, taking calls. "You're on air with Julia, what it is?" He said, looking at me. I looked away, listening to the caller. "JULIA! Oh my gosh, I'm your BIGGEST fan!" Whoever was calling, screamed after she said what she said. After the screaming, I said, "It's nice to talk to you, do you have a question?" I smiled, moving the headphones.
"Oh, oh yeah, I do. Uhhm, what is it like in your condo you share with Dylan, Cole, and Cole's girlfriend?" She sounded like she had to look for it because she wrote it down or something. I laughed, "Well, it's an experience, with the 4 of us in one condo. It's kinda messy, but it's all worth it. We have so much fun." I smiled, again. It's been today that I've smiled the most in the past 4 days.
All the questions and callers have been wonderful. I've been at this for about 30 minutes, and there's time for one last question. I hope it's a good question. The muffled voice, out of breath from screaming, came into my ears, saying, "Why are you and Dylan in a fight?" I lost it. I couldn't find the words to speak. I went brain dead, I couldn't react to the caller on the other side of the phone. I thought I could handle this. "Uhhm…" I said, looking around the booth area. I continued, "Uhhm, hhm, uhh, no comment." Of course, the girl hung up the phone, mad that I didn't give her gossip to tell everyone.
"Well, I guess that's all the time we have on this morning in LA. Thank you for being here with me and answering some questions, Julia." The DJ said to me, touching my arm lightly, keeping his hand there. "Oh, it's been my pleasure." I said, blankly, scraping his hand off me. He's a scumbag of a DJ; I just want to get out of here.
I took off the headphones, laying them down on the counter carefully. I grabbed my bag, and my sunglasses, not even bothering to say goodbye to the DJ. He stopped me when I was just about to go out the door, about 3 steps away. "Hey, Julia." He yelled, and I turned around, "What?" I said this irritated by his sleaziness. "Are you sure you don't wanna hook up or something?" He shrugged his shoulders, smiling.
"No, I'm fine. Go find a slut." I opened the studio door, walking out on the sidewalk, down the 3 or 4 steps, sunglasses on. And I still got mobbed by people outside, waiting for me. I stopped and smiled, signing and taking pictures for them. I finally found my car, and drove away from all of the madness surrounding me.
This is the rockstar life I lead. It's not what I made you think, it is LIFE. There's going to be drama, and there's going to be hard times. And there might be the occasional sleezy radio DJ. It's the sacrifice that you take when you become a star. There are no secrets. And if you lie, everyone is bound to find out. All of your feelings are posted in the magazines, with all of the world reading. There are rumors, mostly bad ones at that. The one thing that kept it together was me and Dylan, but now, I have nothing to keep the pieces from falling apart.
