DRAMATIZED
Chapter 2
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"Alexia, you were awesome!!", gushed some wannabe-Shakira background dancer, randomly popping up in front of me as I walked offstage. Her red spandex-silk monstrosity of a dress was spotted with sweat around the armpits. Ew.
Be nice. I reminded myself. "Thanks-", I paused, not remembering this girl's name.
"Allie.", she added, still following me as I shoved my way through the throngs of people, finally reaching the dressing room door with Alexia inscribed on it in solid gold script.
"Go get me a latte.", I barked, slamming the door behind me as the perky brunette bounced off to go fulfill my orders. Finally, I was in my haven. I had received the largest room out of the whole cast, obviously. Racks and racks of costumes and designer clothes hung at the far end of the room. Shoes and accessories lined the walls. There was my vanity, a beautiful porcelain table cluttered with makeup and hair products. Lining the other wall was a full snack bar and fridge, and a few white silk couches. Pictures of me plastered the wall.
I stormed in, immediately heading for the sleek silver racks. I felt the usual post-show giddiness. It always meant that work was over, time to have fun. Finally, I chose a suitable outfit for the many photos and interviews that would soon come; A silk navy V-neck top, a pair of tight dark-wash Citizens, and some fabulous white Jimmy Choo pumps. After changing clothes, I removed the stupid costume makeup I had been forced to wear. Like I would go out at night in gold eye-glitter and skin-colored lipstick? Please.
Mid mouth-dab, there was a quick rap at my door. "Who is it?!", I screamed, annoyed as I slammed my bottle of makeup remover down and pulled the door open.
"Room service.", Announced a dark-haired, blue-eyed cutie, wearing a jet-black t-shirt and jeans, walking in and plopping down on my couch.
"What now, Ryan?", I sighed, returning to the vanity, swiping off the rest of the gawd-awful silly-putty colored lipstick.
"Oh, I need your mic.", the cute-yet-annoying stage manager added, tapping his feet and looking around, finally settling his startling blue eyes on me.
"Kay.", I plucked the tiny black microphone off the crumpled gold dress, tossing it at him.
"Thanks.", Ryan reached his tanned, muscular arm up and easily caught it, sitting for a few seconds longer than he needed to after."Uhm, I was thinking, do you wanna chill at my house after you do all that press stuff?" He looked hopeful.
I returned to my vanity, swiping on some flame red M.A.C Lipglass. "With who?", I raised my sapphire-colored eyes, sending him a this-better-be-good glare
"Me.", He mumbled, his face turning bright red as he stared down at his black Converse sneakers. His shirt pulled slightly, showcasing his eight-pack abs under the cotton. Nice.
"I can't. Not that I'd want to anyway, I'm going clubbing with Skyler.", I smirked, thinking of Skyler, my insanely handsome, twenty four year old, wavy blonde haired boyfriend, who had been cast as Jack, my character Lucy's love interest. He only wore designers, had the voice of an angel, and took me clubbing every week, even though I was seventeen and slightly underage. Pretty much the guy version of me.
"How romantic.", he added dryly, finally standing up and heading slowly out the door. Whatever.
"Hey, baby", shoving Ryan out of the way, Skyler entered, and immediately wrapped his tanned arms around me. His dark gray eyes sparkled upon seeing me. Dressed in a black silk suit, he definitely looked the part of my boyfriend.
"Hey, sexy.", I smiled, embracing him with a huge hug, making sure to rub his back like he always told me to.
Out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but notice Connor standing in the doorway, looking like he'd just witnessed a puppy being hit by a car. Whatever, I thought, Tonight is going to be awesome.
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Thanks to Everyone who helped me with this story:
*Chelsea: Who gave me the idea for this story and pretty much forced me to write it, and insisted I use Alexia as the name.
*Riley: Who is awesome and convinced me to not stop writing it, also check out her story @RileyLuvshaters, its really amazing.
*My mom, who LOVED reading it and helping me brainstorm more ideas.
*My dog, for being cute and sitting on my bed while I wrote this.
This story is a work of FICTION. It is not about me or anyone, for that matter. Story by Lexi Olivia.
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