Novel & Cerita Celebrity

I immediately opened my mouth in reflex to everything. “What’s wrong? Why is everyone staring at me?” I asked. “Did you take a selfie with anyone this lately? The pictures of you and a celebrity combater was taken round the net.” She said in a whispery tone as we walked. “What do you mean by a celebrity combater?” I questioned her. She narrowed her eyes before actually replying me. “Someone who is famous for beefs with celebrities. The company is afraid he will make a bad name for Pink Moda. Thus, the bosses summon you.” She said. A part of me died down as she said that. Not again?

As I unfolded the paper, the headline caught my eye: **“Mystery Woman Sparks Speculation: Who is Kayla Smith?”** My heart raced again--there was my name...well...my fake name but still..., the bold letters declaring me the newest sensation on the scene. I scanned the article, which was overflowing with gossip about my connection to Tristan. It painted a picture of intrigue, suggesting that I was a fresh face in the social elite, and suddenly everyone was watching. The article mentioned how I had captivated the crowd at the gala, and it seemed the world wanted to know more about the mysterious woman seen with one of New York’s most eligible bachelors.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and headed up the stairs, already dialing. I scoffed. Four years in the media and I knew—once something involving a celebrity hit the internet, there was no undo button. Welcome to his world, indeed.

The function hall was filled with media reporters coming from all over the city with their crew in tow. It was late in the evening, yet they couldn’t miss the rare opportunity to be present during one of the celebrity’s press conference. Especially when it was someone who never had any press con before unless it was regarding promoting his movies and shows. Not when it was about his personal life which people were more curious about.

She was sitting only a couple tables away from us, so even if the design wasn’t entirely clear, we could all see that it definitely was a purity ring. “Fuck, who wears a purity ring anymore?” Stefan, another junior jock, laughed out from the same table. “Umm…Britney Spears?” Sagar raised an eyebrow at Stefan. “That’s a twentieth century bitch you’re talking about.” Stefan mocked, pointing at the others in his circle. “This, if you haven’t noticed…is the twenty first.” “Fine then. Demi Lovato, Miley Cyrus, the Jonas Brother and Selena Gomez, amongst thousands of other celebrities.” Sagar almost looked offended. “I can continue to point out more but I don’t think your vocabulary would include

Smith came in to pass a few documents to her. “What’s going on outside?” Cordelia asked curiously. “It sounds like it’s a lot of fun!” “It’s a new celebrity we just signed,” Mr. Smith explained nonchalantly. “Who is it?” “Mona Adams.” Cordelia was astonished. Mona was a female celebrity who had gotten popular rapidly over these years. She did not have any memorable work, but she was incredibly popular with millions of fans. Recently, she often showed up in variety shows, and the character her team made up for her was the diligent goody two-shoes type.

"Their mainstay is the celebrity travel show, and it seems to be quite popular even though it airs past midnight." "You've never worked with them?" Tristan asked. "My company works with a television channel that's been around for over ten years, Tristan. A new channel wouldn't even dare enter my office lobby. The celebrities they use aren't even real celebrities, just up-and-coming I*******m stars," Tristan said. "So, can you contact anyone from that channel?" Tristan asked. "I'm waiting to hear from... Ah, here it is." Trevor answered his cell phone quickly. "Yes, hello, Dexter? How's it going? Did you get the information?"

"Stop crying, you idiot, we're going to have to serve the crazy rich Richard Smith world soon." Her words just now managed to make me laugh out loud. However, when I realized the name Natty had mentioned, I was hit by reality again. I was slapped by the fact that my life had been really miserable. The fact that there was a family named Richard Smith who was nicknamed crazy rich, as well as a woman named Sara Smith who chose to live a miserable life with an asshole man for years, made me shed tears again with my chest feeling very tight.

Over the past few weeks I've bought clothes but not so much that I would need people to help me pack them into a suitcase I felt my phone vibrate and my heart crawled to my throat, but when I turned it on, I just saw that it was a notification from a celebrity news page. I used to follow them to keep an eye on Nathan and Camille. And I thought that I had unsubscribed from their page. I was about to turn off my phone when I saw a picture of Camille, she was running out of a big red Carpet event and the captions said ‘SUPER MODEL FLED THE AWARD CEREMONY’ the following caption speculated whether there was trouble in paradise.

She asked worriedly. "What you should be scared about should be, what if you end up making too many friends? What if they all want to be your friend?" Christopher said. "That's not possible dad! There is no way everyone would want to be my friend. That's impossible." Princess said. "It seems your mommy did not tell you that you are a celebrity right!?" Christopher asked. "How am I a celebrity?" Princess asked looking from her father to her mother. "Well, let me show you what I mean..." Christopher said and took out his phone. He brought out their pictures that were trending and gave the phone to Princess.