Early morning and the day was buzzing already. I can hear everything, and everyone's deafening voice. I am almost at the edge of my patience. Who would've known that this lifestyle is NOT what I had envisioned at all.
I can hear footsteps coming towards me. I'm pretty sure it's Shane, my manager. The crew's all here by now, and they're only waiting for me to qake up and move my damn butt. I absolutely do not want to move my arse right now. Can I not have just ONE, just one lazy day?
"Come on, princess, I know your up already." I resisted to roll my eyes. "Kasdeia Lilith Infernas-"
I groaned. Loudly. "Good gods! Can't I just sleep in? Just a couple more hours? I've been lacking sleep for the past two years!" He was about to say something but I cut him off. "Amd never call me by my disgusting full name ever again." I gave him a you'll-be-finding-yourself-a-new-job-if-you-don't look.
"Pardon me, your highness." I just raised my eyebrows at his sarcasm. "But time is of the essence. Our day should have started a coupke of hours ago. Now go wash your face, meet the makeup team and ask them to make you look like you just got out of bed for this shoot."
I sighed. I know I said I don't really want to move my arse right now but I kind of have to. I don't really do it for myaelf anymore but for the people. The people who screams my name, the people who have put me here.
The makeup stage is freaking gruelling. Eyes up, close eyes, smile for me, don't fucking move. Ugh. I'm shit at listening to people so there's that. But I have to do this. A contract, is a contract. I have duties. So I smile and pretend everything is fine.
I lie on the bed and pretend to have just woken up. The camera was on me. I try to act cute, like this is how I normally get up even if I really don't. I look like garbage when I wake up. "Morning, everyone." I greeted the camera with my FAKE husky voice. Shane said it would sound sexy. I doubt that. But he's the manager so yeah. Let's just roll with it. "I'm Deia Infernas, and welcome to my life." That's freaking corny. In two years of being in the spotlight, I learned how to hide my disgust for the cringey things I say.
So that was a cut. I tried to hide my disgust for myself so I can get on with it. This bullcrap is a short video on how my life works in a typical day by this magazine I don't really read but apparently people do so here we are.
The crew filmed bits of me getting out of the shower (like how awkward is that?) and me getting skincare products on my face that I don't normally apply. Well, I apply like moisturiser, sun block, toner and make up but some people would have you believe they use a whole ton of other produxts on their face. And that's basically what I'm doing right now. It gets exhausting sometimes.
So I pretend to eat fuits and vegetables too for the breakfast scene. To tell you the truth, I eat them, BUT NOT ONLY THOSE THINGS. I'd be starving. I work all day and all night, I cannot survive without proper food. But I have to look health conscious for the camera. The image and all. I normally eat pancakes or toast with bacon and eggs then milk. "I would love to go vegan but just can't because you know, BACOOON!" I say this to be relatable. And also because it's true for me that a life without bacon is a life not worth living. Sue me.
For this day, we were supposed to head out and watch some shows for this years Paris Fashion Week. That's something I look forward to. So many after parties. After parties means soooo many models. A lot of fish in the sea, ya know what I mean?
"When did you start singing?" the producer asked me, we were in the car on the way to Louis Vuitton show.
I smiled at the question. I know I'm a bit fake and pretentious when the cameras are around but that question genuinely made me smile. "I was three years old. My grandmother used to have these records, you know, the big vinyl discs and she'd play them for me and she would sing along and so when I learned the words to it, I started to sing along to it as well." That's not BS I just made up. That's real people.
So we went on my day. We went to the show, and by the way, they're really creative with the collection, I like it. I can see myself wearing them on red carpets and stuffs. Oh and by the way, I wasn't here because I like fashion or anything, I mean I like it but, I'm really here because they pay me to do so. I get paid to travel, post crap on the internet or if I say I use their products, it's insane.
There were a lot of "celebrities" watching the show. I saw some of the people I like and a whole bunch of the people I do not like. Like that family that milks out the cow that is an adult video of the star of their family. So I sat next to my friend, (used to be my idol and always would be the king of my heart) Kris Li.
After the show, on my way to the car, that's where the commotion began. Apparently, there were a lot of fans waiting for me so everything is blocked up until my way to the car. What a drag. Yes. That's what your favourite celebrity thinks of when they see you, THE FANS, blocking their way to wherever they're going. WHAT A FREAKING DRAG.
"How did it feel? When you went viral on the internet?" We're in the car again after a gruelling fake hello's and hi's to the fans, gave them a bit of selfies. I'm not being mean. It just really gets old sometimes. Okay. Back to the question.
"I used to be nobody." No, not really. My family was pretty well-known in our town. "I always felt like I was supposed to be something, you know. Like it's my calling or something. So when I first received word of it, I was like 'dayuum, this is the start.' That was pretty much it. I made a couple of cover of songs and they started blowing up, the next thing I know, some record label wants me and I don't have to be broke anymore." Half of that is true. And you guessed it. Half of that is a boatload of bullshit.
But you know, I can't really say, "That I was so fucking scared when I got famous because then I know that He was really, like really, really legit the Devil. And I freaking signed a contract that's pretty much an IOU that He can claim whenever he wants. I am still scared until now because whon knows when He would feel like reaping my lovely soul. Also, I don't think hell is a pretty neat vacation spot so I would want to stay here on Earth for all time. Can anybody help me?"
Yeah. I know. I'm pretty much screwed.