Tales From A Not-so-glam Tv Star Novels & Stories

“For the scare and you didn’t see anything, okay?” Gloria stared at her up close as she suddenly recognized the woman. “Wait aren’t you—” The woman placed a finger against her lips with a playful wink. “Shh. Just an acquaintance.” And just like that, they left. Gloria stood there, frozen, the money still in her hand. Her eyes slowly moved back to the bed then to the scattered bottles, and cigarettes, then to the empty space they had just occupied. Her stomach churned. Lukas actually pays celebrities to have threesomes in his room while he sits and watches them?”

She didn’t care. Danita was blow drying her hair as she read a french vogue magazine. They gossiped about reality tv shows. She turned off the blow dryer then, set it down on the counter and picked up a curling iron and began talking again. “So, they hired me to do the show rich wives of Atlanta and honey, let me tell you some of those women were hideous before I hooked them up.” Elayna smiled at that. “Especially that Chanel Malloy.” “You know she attends some of the same functions me and Bradley do. She is old money but between you and I, I can’t stand her.”

Verna gave a start, "I live with Tiffany." "Have you signed with a company? If not, how about coming to Infinity Realm?" His voice was soft, even with a hint of compulsion. Verna got even more nervous, was he trying to pick her up? Having immersed herself in the entertainment industry for a few months, she more or less knew the culture inside, those who looked good would basically roll in bed. Those male and female stars who were glamorous on the surface were probably messed up in private. "There is no signed company for the time being."

“You know better than I do that Telly would flirt with a woman in a potato sack because he’s bored.” Margo chuckled, unable to deny it. With a former career as a gossip columnist, she knew most celebrities better than the public. She saw the parts of the interviews that were not aired because the star said something not too ‘bright’. Or too offensive. Or even too truthful. As her best friend, I got exclusive deets into entertainment gossip. “Whatever. I’m just happy you get to leave the house and let your hair out. You need the distraction.” She gasped suddenly. “Wait. Isn’t Telly Harry’s favourite artist or something?”

A cold, impersonal link that promised to reveal something she already knew she wouldn’t like. ​She clicked it. ​The video loaded. A gaudy, flashing title card with garish graphics and a terrible synth-pop beat filled the screen. ​“Top Celeb Gossip – Live with Tanya Cole” ​The set was bright, flashy, fake. A cheap veneer of luxury and sophistication. Tanya Cole sat in a red dress that was entirely too loud, smiling a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. And beside her—Lila. Dressed in a pristine white dress, her hair curled and styled to perfection. She was smiling, too, a soft, beatific glow that made her look like a benevolent angel. Like she had just won the lottery. Like she had gotten every

I clicked on the video, a clip from some gossip show about celebrities as far as I could tell. “Looks like our dear Haunters hunk isn’t wasting any time since he announced he’s leaving the show,” said a plastic blonde in a tight yellow dress to a man and another individual of unclear gender who shared with her a big red sofa. “He spent the last week of last year far away from his usual hangouts in Los Angeles. But no matter where he goes, affairs and rumors ensue, right Lex?”

“It isn’t clear yet. The police are still investigating it, but my guess, it may be from the people whom he cheated in the past.” “I see.” “There is another piece of news. The House of Glam has many problems with their suppliers and models as Tanya Jefferson has a lot of debts too. Many of the suppliers came to ask for the payment, and some models already said they wouldn’t work with her anymore.” “Good work! Keep informing me if you have more news.” “Yes, sir.” Amy walked from the bedroom with a lovely pink dress. She approached her husband and sat next to him. “Do you know who called me?” he asked.

“Words from the mouth of Gem Hills' most successful TV personality. And that’s not even the worst.” Vivian, an old has-been TV presenter now known for frequent engagement in every scandalous news ever was giggling behind her ugly old clawed hands. “It seems Miss Prim-Stockings is just as bad if not worse than the rest of us.” “Roll the next to clip, Gary.” “And fuck my public image, to hell with family values. Someone needs to choke morals and values morals right in the balls and give them a good tug because, morals? Values? Bullshit! Besides at this point in my life, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Her glossy pink lip gloss caught the light as she struck pose after pose, adjusting her scarf and tilting her head just right. “Star!” Tamara called out. “Yo, Star, you good?” Star lowered her phone just enough to glare at Tamara. “I’m perfect, as always,” she said with a toss of her long braids. “Unlike some of y’all who don’t know how to moisturize in the winter. Seriously, do you not feel your lips cracking?” “Girl, shut up,” Tamara said, though she couldn’t help laughing. “Whatever,” Star said, raising her phone again. “Some of us have important things to do—like securing my followers. One day, y’all are gonna be begging me for shoutouts.”

“We all wish to know whether the gossip is true or not. Could you elaborate on your relationship with King Nolan?” “Oh, Janice. I’m sorry. I would love to tell you move, but the King and I…” Tara glances at the camera again, and for a moment, it feels like she’s looking directly at me. “We very much like our privacy and having all of our business in the news would be disruptive to our everyday lives.”