The second we stepped into the room, dozens of lights shone on us, causing my mind to be all hazy. I've been in this studio three times so far, but I couldn't get used to the bright lighting. The studio reminded me of the busy New York streets with the dozens of cameramen, producers, make-up artists, and directors.

Was this how actors felt like?

For the last three days, they only had us come in and learn about the dressing rooms, and the most important area — the snack bar. Whenever I felt sick to my stomach, the snack bar was my sanctuary since Lana sucked at answering her phone. Lana listened to my conditions for about a week before being slammed with homework and couldn't face time me as often.

So far, Declan and Lana haven't reconciled at all.

My heart fluttered every time she sent me a message. Fireworks erupted in my belly whenever she sent funny photos of herself. I wasn't sure if it was all an act so I wouldn't worry about her, but one thing was for sure— it kept me from losing my sanity.

"Ambrose. You're up first," Mr. BowTie announced.

My eyes widened as I realized I've been in my head the whole time during their introductions. "O-okay."

Suddenly, I bounced back when a cast member came over to help attach the mics to my body. I sent Wesley an anxious expression as I swallowed the lump in my throat. The mic pack was cold against my body as they taped it to my back and hooked it onto the crook of my neck.

"Don't worry we all going to be in our dressing rooms while you go," Wesley said, lightly smacking my shoulder.

"What do I have to do again?"

"It's our introduction videos for the YouTube channel. Basically, we have to cook a signature meal while also engaging the audience," he explained, helping the distressed knot in my tummy undo.

The competition comprised eighty percent of secret judges and the other twenty percent were from the viewers. Mr. BowTie kept badgering the idea of how crucial having a big fanbase would be in his competition. There's a possibility that one stage would rely solely on viewers' votes so we would be fucked if no one liked us.

"It's so awkward talking to a camera," I stated.

Wesley pursed his lips. "I do twitch streams so it's nothing new to me but I'm socially awkward so I'll doubt anyone would like me."

"Haven't you heard? Socially awkward is in these days," I joked, trying to hide the embarrassment I was feeling.

He draped his arm over my shoulders. "Here is some advice, don't think about the cameras instead pretend you're talking with your friends. That's what viewers are right?"

A smile crept on my lips when I thought of the one person who kept me in check. "Okay, okay. I can do it."

"They uploaded our audition videos today so expect some traffic on your account," Wesley added, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

"Ambrose, let's get going we have a lot to get through today," Mr. BowTie declared, waving me over in his direction.

Wesley and I did our handshake we created at three in the morning when we finished battling each other in SwordEaters. My eyes squinted when the lights nearly blinded me on the stage. A make-up artist came over to pat foundation or was it blush? I wouldn't know, I tended to dose off whenever Catalina gave a lecture on makeup.

My heart was in a frenzy.

"There are four cameras." He pointed in every direction. "But I suggest keeping your face towards the one in the front. Here." BowTie handed a long list of cooking ideas. "Are your choices for today's video."

I skimmed through the options before deciding on my favorite meal.

Beef stuffed shells.

"Stuffed shells," I said handing over the paper.

"Great! I'll tell them to get the ingredients over while Cam finishes your make-up." Elliot smiled before storming off the stage and shouting at one of his producers.

Cam finished patting my nose with his special powder and another worker came over to style my hair. They added so much water I looked like a wet mutt at this point. However, Meadow, Catalina, and Lana would always rave over famous actors whenever they came out of the shower. So maybe I didn't look as bad as I originally thought.

"Hi Ambrose Bright, I'll be your director Chelsea. Don't try to get too nervous or we will have to do another take. I understand being new to the lights, camera, and everyone around here but try to keep yourself in a zen zone."

"Thank you for the advice," I responded.

Another crew member walked out from the dark studio with an action sign and counted down before hiding back in the darkness. For the first few seconds, a jittery sensation formed in my stomach like abrupt summer rain. The lights were really a killer and made it more evident that everyone was staring at my every move.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds.

When they fluttered open, I imagined Lana standing happily beside the camera director. My number one supporter and the most important person in my life.

"Hello fellow weirdos, I'm Ambrose Bright. Today, I wanted to show you guys how to make beef stuffed shells. It's one of my comfort foods whenever I was alone at home."

To begin, I washed the vegetables needed for the recipes then focuses on the ground beef. "Don't be afraid to season your beef." I laughed, throwing in multiple spices until I felt it was enough. "Half of it gets burnt on the pan anyways. Do you guys wanna see this cool trick?"

I threw a handful of seasoning onto the frying pan and caused a gigantic spark like fireworks to come alive. "I found this out when I was cooking at school. Mr. Griffin nearly ripped my ear off for disobeying his rules, right La-. I mean guys."

Almost broke character there.

Next, I opened the container of jumbo pasta shells and dropped it into a boiling pot. They swirled around the perimeter as fishes would in their sea. "My closest friend recently went on a diet and she always hated whenever I made these shells. Or pancakes. But I have the secret trick to staying skinny. . ."

While the beef was cooking, I combined ricotta cheese, Italian cheese blend, Parmesan cheese, pesto, and eggs. "This is for the stuffing but back to my little secret. Let me demonstrate it for you." I formed my two fingers into a cross and channel my inner ninja to perform the Jitsu. "Butterfly Jitsu!"

"You guys have to edit butterfly wings on my back for the full effect," I advised the camera crew. "When in doubt watch Naruto. It never disappoints and you gain so much knowledge from it."

I poured spaghetti sauce over it on a greased tray before dropping the soft jumbo shells in an organized pattern. Then I scooped two spoonfuls of the cheese mixture and decorated it with extra sauce and little tomato slices.

"Cut!" Chelsea shouted. I couldn't see her face through the haze of lights, but judging by the tone of that single syllable, she was happy. "Wow, I'm impressed. I don't think we have to reshoot anything."

Wiping the sweat beads pouring down my forehead, I replied, "I'm glad. I don't think I can come out with any more jokes the second time around."

Chelsea giggled. "You have charm, kid. I think we have a hit on our hands. Next!"

My phone vibrated. I pulled out as I speed walk, squinting at the text because of the unearthly bright lights. Catalina dropped several messages in our group chat, and when I opened it, my pulse quickened.

During my shoot, my followers nearly tripled. Catalina complained that soon enough I would exceed her following. My Instagram was booming with likes and comments if it wasn't for the fact I had my notifications only for people I followed; my phone would've been murdered.

Originally, I had two thousand followers from when I used to do a cooking blog but it became stale when I stopped posting frequently. Also being friends with a fashion editor and occasional model brought attention to my page from young teen girls. But nothing compared to all compliments I was getting right now.

Even on Twitter, my name was trending worldwide but I couldn't understand why. My audition was entertaining but it wasn't ground-breaking. Skimmy through the hashtag, users spammed screenshots of me. Barely two hours and people already had my photos as their profile pictures. It was insane how fast things changed.

One certain tweet caught my eye when I saw a screenshot of Lana from my audition tape. I thought they would've cut her out since she wasn't associated with the show but left her in. Now, everyone was wondering who this mysterious girl was in my video. It would only take a few hours before they figured out her account.

"Is she here, yet?" Elton shouted, his face glistening underneath the lights from the sweat pouring off of him.

A tall fitted suit woman glanced at her watch with an impatient expression on her face as she gripped her clipboard tighter. Her blonde hair was tied in a bun with a few baby hairs framing her face. "Her driver was supposed to drop her off twenty minutes ago. I can't believe she's doing this already."

Elton groaned, rubbed a hand over his face. "I thought you said she was serious about this. I can't be wasting precious filming time on an actress who doesn't bother to come on time."

The woman gulped. "Just give her a few more minutes. I'm sure she will be here."

An array of loud cheers came from behind the closed door and caught my attention. Well over six or seven people stormed in with drinks in their hands but everyone seemed to be cheering on a tall girl with dark hair who donned a short black dress.

I couldn't see her face but she threw her hands up in the air causing the liquor to spill onto the floor and the guys around her cheered. Her hair was long and sat in waves, she was slim, and she had a great figure from the back. However, what caught my attention were her legs. I didn't like to say I had a 'type' since no one could compare to Lana in any way but I did admire a good pair of legs. This girl had almost perfect legs in my opinion, they were long and toned with a stunning olive glow.

My eyebrows shot up in concern when she dropped her beer bottle and stepped over it with her barefoot. She wrapped her arm over one of her buddies and stole his drink before the fitted woman took it away. Her agent's jaw clenched as she latched onto her client's wrist and dragged her over to the corner.

The conversation appeared tense from where I was standing, and while I would love to hear the drama, I had other matters to attend to. My jaw dropped when I opened the door to the break room and saw a stack of tacos just laying there. Who knew all I needed was tacos to make my day.

Before I took a bite of my taco, the door slammed open, "I can't believe you! We spoke about this multiply times, Davina! Gosh, I don't get paid enough to act like your mother." The agent scolded as Davina stared off into space.

The taco slipped from my hand as the revelation of her identity caused a light bulb to turn on. I'd admired Davina Dilaurentis since her first appearance on kid's baking championship. Davina was the youngest female to win a Michelin star before the age of twenty which was groundbreaking. Once her cooking career kicked off, she starred in twelve movies and two of the biggest tv shows of the century.

Truth be told. . . she was my celebrity crush.

Could you blame me? She was way above average height for a woman, slender with a killer figure and her legs... it's probably better if I didn't start on that topic.

The agent snapped her fingers in front of Davina's face. "Hello? Are you even listening?" With gritted teeth, she stared at her watch. "I'm going to go and try to fix the mess you created so stay put and try to sober up."

"Alright, Mom! I get it," Davina responded.

As I quietly ate my taco, Davina stumbled around the room and admired the random paint splotches on the wall. When she wobbled in my direction, I couldn't hide my distaste when the smell of cheap liquor. I pursed my lips and took in a calming breath before I slowly turned around and shuffled to the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked, and my eyes moved over to the pretty girl who wore a small grin as she stood a few feet away from me.

I stood tall with my usual stiff posture as I took in her appearance. She wasn't just above average in height but everything else. Her face was almost perfect with wide blue-green eyes highlighted under thick but well-groomed dark brows, plump pouty lips that were smeared with a berry-colored lipstick, high cheekbones, and great bone structure. Her golden-brown hair cascaded messily in waves down her elbows, framing her pretty face.

"I-I just wanted a taco. . ."

She casually rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at me from under her lashes. "Why is your hand empty then?"

"Because I ate it," I replied.

Awkward silence sat between us and Davina shifted closer in my direction, holding onto my arms for support. Her breath reeked of liquor as she jumped onto her tippy toes and Davina's petite finger gazed against the corner of my lips. My breath hitched as I watched Davina's tongue slip from her mouth and lick her finger.

"Wow, it's delicious!" Her beautiful hues of blue and green glistened. "I wonder if you taste even better than that."

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't stop myself from openly checking her out. She wore a well-fitted short black dress with stockings and a blue jean jacket over the dress. My eyes fell to her chest and I shamelessly had to admit she had what appeared to be a good handful.

Apparently, I left my manners back in New York because my eyes were locked on her features.

"Are you just going to stare at me?" She broke the silence and stared into my eyes. "Or do you want to have a conversation?"

I was amused, to say the least, her approach was not only enlightening but also refreshing.

"I guess you could say I'm star-struck," I cooly answered.

She remained silent for a moment and tilted her head, I didn't avert my attention and stared back at her while she scrutinized me closely. Her eyes twinkled as she stared me down and I got the inkling she wasn't easily intimidated by anyone or anything.

She took a step closer and tilted her neck to the side and looked up at me. "You look extremely familiar," she drawled and my throat went dry when her gaze dropped to my lips. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

The sultry tone in her voice and the way her body radiated off me were clouding any sign of logic in my mind. "W-well I saw you make your big entrance."

My eyebrows knitted together as my heart jack-hammered in my chest when Davina's delicate fingers laid against my chest. "That's not it. But I would definitely remember if we meant before. . . especially a boy as hot as you."

I licked my bottom lip and stared at her wide eyes as I softly said, "I'm pretty sure any sane person would remember if they spent a night with Davina Dilaurentis."

She boldly checked me out and I watched as her eyes traveled from my lips, over my jaw, to my chest, and then slowly brought them back up to my gaze. Slowly this was turning into a weird, hot sex dream with my celebrity crush.

"You're right. I always make sure to make an impression when I spent a night with someone. One that involves a lot of moaning and grunts..." she let the sentence hang and I knew exactly what she meant.

From the way, my breathing changed and the slight increase of my heartbeat, I knew I was in a predicament. "T-that sounds lovely but. . ." I glanced at my watch. "Oh look at that, I have somewhere to be."

She stepped closer and without a second thought, Davina pressed her soft lips over mine. While I reframed from touching her, Davina wrapped her hands around my neck. I tasted the cherry liquor off her lips and felt bile rise in my throat. Davina nipped on my bottom lip and asked for entrance.

Before the kiss could get any more intense, there was a slight jerk in her body and her breathing was very heavy. If I wasn't already wide-eyed from the random smooching, the action that followed was the most traumatizing and disgusting thing that ever happened to me.

I tasted cherry alright but not the kind I got from her lips or tongue, it was mixed with beer and other disgusting chunks of things I did not want to even think about when Davina barfed in my mouth.

I was mortified, traumatized, horrified, and felt absolutely sick when she pulled away and her vomit fell out of my mouth down to my neck and chest. I wanted to throw up right then and there but I was in a state of utter shock.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed but she ran towards the trash can.

Davina loudly vomited in the garbage can, her hair getting all tangled in the mess. Before I even moved a finger, the door burst open with her agent storming in with an annoyed expression on her face. Her gaze darted between us before realization dawned on her face and she hastily grabbed Davina by the arm.

"I leave you for five minutes and you throw up all over your co-worker! You're the most irresponsible client I've ever had!" She glanced in my direction. "I'm so sorry, I'll make sure to contact your agent and form some type of agreement."

I felt bile rise from my stomach to my mouth and bolted to the trash can, I leaned over and ended up throwing up too. Disgust did not begin to explain how I felt, I was furious at myself for letting her touch me.

I couldn't stand anyone who lacked manners or common courtesy and despite being a very attractive celebrity, she clearly lacked that. It was at that moment I wish to never see Davina Dilatuntias again.

Hi guys!!! I'm super freaking excited for this chapter because Our Queen Davina has arrived!!

Who thinks she's a hot train mess? What's your thoughts about her?

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