"Hello?" I said as I rushed the phone to my ear.

"Hey, babe!" A masculine voice said into the phone.

Oh my god. Although I'd heard his voice when I watched samples of his acting, it was so much different hearing it directed at me.

"Wow..." was all I could say.

"I can't believe I'm talking to you! This doesn't even seem real! Someone needs to pinch me." He laughed.

"Yeah! Same over here." I giggled.

"Your voice..." he trailed off.

Oh no oh no oh no.

"It's very familiar." He stated.

"Maybe you subconsciously remember my acting and recognize it." I said, trying to hide my anxiety.

"Maybe. Ugh, I really want to see your face! Can you imagine my expressions as I speak with you?" He asked.

"Actually, yes." I said.

"Great! So what're you doing in LA?" He asked.

"Um, I'm here to model for Victoria's Secret." I said shyly.

"Victoria's secret?!? Woah, someone's out of my league." He chucked.

"Yeah. I actually have to meet with one of the designers at a club tonight. Can you give me fashion advice? I don't know what dress is best for the occasion."

"Yeah, of course!" He said happily.

"Okay cool! I'll hang up and show you photos of the outfits." I said.

"Bye, (y/n)." He said as I clicked the end button.

I rushed over to my closet, and searched for two of my best dresses.

One was black and long, with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side. It had a gold belt. 

The other was knee length, a warm maroon color, with a corset style top and a bow in The back. It had off the shoulder sleeves.

I put them on a mannequin, and I snapped a picture of each and quickly sent them to zen.

Zen: I was kind of hoping I'd see them on the model. Oh well. So what's this club like? They're both gorgeous btw, and I'm sure you'll look lovely in both.

Me: I'm not quite really to show myself yet. Sorry >_< Anyways, this is an a-listed club. I heard the Kardashians go there often. 

Zen: Black one, definitely. The maroon is pretty, but not fancy enough.

Me: you're right! Thank you so much <3 anyways, I need to start getting ready. I'll talk to you later.

Zen: Bye <3

Aww. He attached a heart!

I smiled and put my phone on the night stand, and hopped in the shower.

After three hours of getting ready, I got a text from my chauffeur saying he was out front.

Wilkins: I am awaiting you out front, Miss.

Me: thanks! I'll be down in a sec.

I quickly scrambled to throw everything I'd need into my designer purse, and was just about to rush out the door.

*ping*

I forgot my phone in the other room! Thanks to whoever texted me.

I rushed back up the stairs, trying not to trip over my colossal high heels. I grabbed my phone and checked it.

A new chat room has opened.

Oh, I'll check it out in the car. 

I sprinted to the elevator, still making sure to keep my hair in place.

When it opened, I rushed outside, and was met with a heat I thought I'd only feel in Hell.

Why is it so hot in California?!?

I saw the limo, and hopped in.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Wilkins!"

"It's not a problem, miss. Are you ready?" He asked politely.

"Yes, please go."

I slumped down in my seat and opened the chat room.

    It has Jaehee and Yoosung in it, but it was mainly just Jaehee scolding Yoosung for staying up all night playing video games, and then being too tired to go to class. I locked my phone and put it in my purse.

    As the limo slowed down, I took a peek out the window.

     There was a line down the block, full of people chattering and pushing to get past the bouncers. The door of the club has smoke pouring out the bottom, and purple lasers and strobe lights illuminated the cracks in between the doors. The bouncers stepped aside and let two men out.

       After closer inspection, I recognized them as the American rappers, Wiz Khalifa and Big Sean.

       Sean seemed to be in a relatively sober state, yet Wiz Khalifa was quite visibly high. Or maybe drunk. Quite possibly both.

      As they walked down the street, the bouncer let the next two people on line in the club.

     The limousine came to a halt, and I stepped out, my heels making a distinct clap on the pavement.

     A bunch of people on line took out their phones (because who has a camera nowadays?) and began to snap photos of me. I smiled at my fans and waved as I walked past the line and up to the bouncers.

     "Right this way, Miss (S/n)." One of them said as he pushed open the door. The other one shielded me from the paparazzi.

    "Bye guys!" I yelled to my fans and blew a kiss. "Thank you." I said to the bouncer as he closed the door behind me.

     Sweat, Desperation, and Marijuana was all I could smell.

    Isn't pot illegal in the United States? Funny how laws don't apply to the affluent.

    Wading through the crowd, I found myself in the VIP section.  I sat down on one of the sofas.

     "Would you like anything to drink, Miss?" A waitress asked me.

     "Just a water." I asked kindly.  She nodded and sped off.

     I checked my phone. I still have fifteen minutes until the designer gets here. Time for the chat room, I guess.

    707, Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, Yoosung

   Me: hey! Full house I see ;)

   Zen: Hey <3

   707: it's the infamous (y/n)!

  Jumin: Hey.

  Jaehee: Hello.

  Yoosung: Hey (y/n)! How's the club?

  Me: The club is alright. Thanks for asking Yoosagoose

  707: Yoosagoose XD

  Zen: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you're too funny (y/n)

  Yoosung: I want to be mad but that nickname is so cute!

   "Hey (s/n)!" I heard a girl say. I looked up and saw the Jenner sisters.

   I put on a really wide (and fake) grin. "Hey Kylie, Hey Kendall!"

   Keep smiling. They'll leave me alone eventually.

  "Eventually" was four minutes of weak English skills later when I pretended to get a phone call and went to hide in the bathroom.

   "(Y/n)? Why'd you call me?" Jumin asked.

   "Oh, hey Jumin... I got into an awkward conversation and needed an escape, and I just called a random RFA member..."

   "I see. Your voice is familiar." He commented.

    "Oh, really? That's funny... anyways, I need to hide for at least thirty more seconds. How have you been? How's Elizabeth?"

    "I have been well. The company is going well too. Elizabeth however... I left her with Jaehee overnight, and now she's shedding an extra twenty-six hairs per hour!" He complained.

    "You count the cat hair..." I spoke in disbelief.

    "You don't?"

     "Um.... no.  Anyways, my meeting is starting soon. I should go. Bye Jumin." I said quickly.

      "Bye (y-"
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Soon enough, a short, little man wearing an ensemble that looked like it could be entered in RuPaul's Drag Race briskly walked over to my sofa.

"Ah! (S/n)! Lovely to meet you!" He said in a valley girl accent.

"Nice to meet you t-"

"Here. In this bag is everything you'll be wearing to your photoshoot tomorrow morning. Make sure it fits. If it doesn't, text me a-s-a-p. Here's my number. We will be shooting on the beach in Santa Monica. Meet the crew on the corner of Alta Avenue and Ocean Avenue at 7:30 sharp, not a minute late. I need to go now, I'm a very busy man. Stay beautiful, sweetheart." He said as he patted me on the shoulder, got up and sped out the front door.

THAT WAS IT?!?!
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Hmm. Maybe a duckface? Yeah. That's good. "Goodnight lovelies! 💕" And post.

Time to try on my swimsuits for tomorrow. First item out of the bag. It was a black one piece with a plunging neckline. However, it had laces across the chest, so it was somewhat functional.

Next was a coral push-up bikini. Damn, I look good!

Lastly was a..... what the fuck is this? Is this even a bikini?

Putting on the bottoms first, I instantly felt like I had nothing covering my coochie.

Looking at my reflection, technically the front was somewhat decent, but the back was literally just a string up my ass crack.

   The top wasn't much better. What needed to be covered was covered, and that was it.

    I took it off, got into my pajamas, and opened the chat room.  Jaehee and Zen were in there.

Jaehee: Hey (y/n)

Zen: Hey babe <3

Awww! A heart! Wait, focus, (y/n), focus.

Me: hey.

Zen: what's wrong? Why'd u put a period?

Jaehee: I never realized your perceptiveness, Zen.

Zen: thank you, Jaehee ;)

Me: so I tried on the suits for my shoot tomorrow. Two of them are fine, but the third is so revealing I don't think I can survive the shoot! What am I gonna do? DX

Zen: what does it look like

Me: boi u thirsty

Zen: -.-

Me: lol jk. Here.

I snapped a photo of the suit (obviously not on me) and sent it in the group chat

Jaehee: That's certainly a statement.

Zen: Hey, at least it will get you attention from your male audience.

Me: AAAAAHHHHH

Zen: you'll be fine. Is there any way you could get out of it?

Me: I could try and say it didn't fit, but they'll probably have another size waiting.

Jaehee: Good luck.

I looked up at the ceiling and sighed. I'm going to need it.
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Santa Monica 7:29 AM

    I responded to some of my fans' DMs on instagram as I waked for the photographer to show up.

   "(S/n)?" A tall, skinny man with a messy brown 'fro and a camera walked up to me. There was a small crew behind him, several of which were talking on phones or lugging camera equipment around.

    "That would be me. Let us get this show on the road!" I said cheerfully, proud of my English skills.
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      2 pm

Jaehee: how'd your photo shoot go, (y/n)?

Although most photos came out decent, I sent the funniest photo from today. You may be thinking, "aren't you being secret about your identity?"

    Yes, I am. However, this photograph was taken at the perfect time. I was posing in the water when a huge wave ambushed me from behind, knocking me over.

      One photo was my (h/c) hair getting forced forward, and a bunch of white water covering my face and a good portion of my body, except for my left leg and arm, and some of my torso.  It was obvious by my positioning that I was about to face plant into the sand.

      The next, taken seconds after, was my face smushed in the sand, and the force from the wave pushing my legs above my head in a scorpion position.

     I sent them both in the group chat.

Jumin: Did you snap your spine?

Jaehee: did you swallow sand?

Yoosung: Oh no hahaha

707: HAHAHAHAHAHA

Zen: woah, hot bod! Sooo outa my league, Sexy ;)

Me: No, my back is fine. Yes, I swallowed some sand. Thanks a lot, Yoosagoose and 707. And hah, sux for you zen

707: "sux"

Me: I've spent too much time in the US.

Yoosung: We lost her

707: such a tragedy

Zen: But in all seriousness, I'm still dying to see your face, (y/n)

Jumin: We all want to know what she looks like. Don't make this all about you.

Zen: I'm not making this all about me. I don't know what you guys want, so I didnt generalize. Simple. Wouldn't expect you to get it

Jumin: I think you accidentally just called yourself dumb and me smart and complex

Zen: no! I called YOU dumb

Jaehee: Here we go again

Me: goodnight!

I quickly shut my phone off and put it on my nightstand.

   I tossed and turned for hours, but couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't get Zen out of my head. His voice... his face... his reactions to anything he learned about me...

    I got up and went downstairs to try and clear my head.

     I walked around the penthouse for a bit, and I somehow gravitated over to the piano...

     I sat down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        Your voice echoes in my brain, Soothing like the summer rain, want and desire for your love, consuming me till I get enough. Cannot smother this raging fire, once a spark, but now it's my pyre.  I'm reminded you're like this always, but then I meet your gaze and my heart is set ablaze. 

       Baby you've got me running wild! I can't help but smile like a child. When we talk everything is fine, even just for a little while...
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      I added this piece to the the folder  that all my music I've written is kept. Of course, I never would perform or record this. This is far too personal. I have some songs about my broken family, my disdain for my fame, and many more touchy subjects.

       My manager hires songwriters to write my music, usually about parties and affairs, which I've neither liked or actively participated in.

      If he ever found out that I've been keeping these songs and wasting money on crappy generic ones. Wait, I take that back. Mine are crappy and generic, but they're personal, crappy and generic. Big difference.

     Now that I had translated my thoughts into a ballad, I was finally able to rest my head. I went to sleep with no dreams at all.

     Just a deep, dark, long, refreshing, sleep.