She posed. The paparazzi swarmed around her like a horde of flies gathering around a meal. Camera flashes here, camera flashes there, camera flashes everywhere. She was wearing an expensive gown that made her look like an angel descended into earth. Only she’s not all that. That was when I rolled on over, in a very conspicuous manner…actually that would be an understatement.
I was in my very own personal limo, with my own chauffeur. I alighted, making sure it was my feet that came out first. I let the paparazzi take in the moment and capture all the photos they could of my sapphire studded six inch heels. Then I let the rest of me come out. I could hear people all round ooh-ing and aah-ing. The smile, give the smile. I let out the smile that I was famed for. The smile that had all the boys melting to the floor and all the girls wishing they were me. My dazzling smile reflected off my off-the-shoulder diamond studded gown that I had designed myself.
“Liya Summers! I see you spared no expense this evening!” It was Jodie Kania, one nosy pap. I smiled and walked over, trying very hard to not let the ingenuity of my smile at that moment show.
“You know what they say Jodie, diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I said.
“Talk of saving the best for last. Tell us, who are you wearing?”
“Myself, actually. I designed the gown and my stylist put together the rest.”
“I’m sure you’ll win Best Dressed tonight! Good luck tonight by the way, you have a melee of awards to win, all the best.”
“Thanks.” I said, and walked on straight ahead. I never liked long interviews, especially not with Jodie. The paparazzi have a way of turning one’s words against them, which almost always ends up in melodrama and in some cases, a law suit.
I ended up in an expensively furnished hall. My social self took over from my very introverted self and I went round exchanging pleasantries. I spotted Jake in a corner, doing what seemed like whispering a lot of sweet nothings into Emerald’s ear while she (Emerald) giggled like a ten year old. I gagged, composed myself then walked over.
“Jake, Emerald, you don’t have to be so forward you know; there are cameras everywhere.”
“Pardon me sweetie,” said Jake as he gave me a very passionate kiss.
Emerald coughed. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” she said.
I disengaged from Jake and gave Emerald a very forced hug.
“Very convincing.” She said.
“You can have him later,” I assured her as I held Jake’s hand and firmly led him away. See, Jake is my pretend boyfriend. My record label had put it in my contract, to heighten sales. Even though Jake was physically what most girls look for - think Beckham and his very blessed sperms - I wouldn’t date him even if he were the last guy on earth. Not even if my house were on fire and he were the last bucket of water on earth. I’d rather it burns down to the ground. Besides, what good would a single bucket of water do to on the occasion of a raging fire?
Jake and I took our seats in the hall. The hall was pretty much full a few moments later and soon it was time for the awards ceremony to start. Ntsindile Ngandla took to the stage. She was the show’s hostess for the night. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she started, “I welcome you all to this prestigious awards ceremony.” Claps here, whistles there…the hall went up in cheers. “Before we proceed with the awards, we would like to make one very special girl here today, she’s sitting in our midst, very happy. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in wishing a very, very, very happy birthday to Liya Summers!”
I was awoken from my stupor by cheers and chants of a birthday song with my name in it. Jake gave me a peck on my cheek. EW. I smiled politely till it all died down, all the while enduring pats on the back and shaking hands with those around. It was going to be one long night. I held my peace though, because I knew that it was all going to be over soon. I was going to leave this God-forsaken world behind soon. My life was hell and I had to escape, I had to escape from this abyss in which I was trapped.
I was in my very own personal limo, with my own chauffeur. I alighted, making sure it was my feet that came out first. I let the paparazzi take in the moment and capture all the photos they could of my sapphire studded six inch heels. Then I let the rest of me come out. I could hear people all round ooh-ing and aah-ing. The smile, give the smile. I let out the smile that I was famed for. The smile that had all the boys melting to the floor and all the girls wishing they were me. My dazzling smile reflected off my off-the-shoulder diamond studded gown that I had designed myself.
“Liya Summers! I see you spared no expense this evening!” It was Jodie Kania, one nosy pap. I smiled and walked over, trying very hard to not let the ingenuity of my smile at that moment show.
“You know what they say Jodie, diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” I said.
“Talk of saving the best for last. Tell us, who are you wearing?”
“Myself, actually. I designed the gown and my stylist put together the rest.”
“I’m sure you’ll win Best Dressed tonight! Good luck tonight by the way, you have a melee of awards to win, all the best.”
“Thanks.” I said, and walked on straight ahead. I never liked long interviews, especially not with Jodie. The paparazzi have a way of turning one’s words against them, which almost always ends up in melodrama and in some cases, a law suit.
I ended up in an expensively furnished hall. My social self took over from my very introverted self and I went round exchanging pleasantries. I spotted Jake in a corner, doing what seemed like whispering a lot of sweet nothings into Emerald’s ear while she (Emerald) giggled like a ten year old. I gagged, composed myself then walked over.
“Jake, Emerald, you don’t have to be so forward you know; there are cameras everywhere.”
“Pardon me sweetie,” said Jake as he gave me a very passionate kiss.
Emerald coughed. “Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in,” she said.
I disengaged from Jake and gave Emerald a very forced hug.
“Very convincing.” She said.
“You can have him later,” I assured her as I held Jake’s hand and firmly led him away. See, Jake is my pretend boyfriend. My record label had put it in my contract, to heighten sales. Even though Jake was physically what most girls look for - think Beckham and his very blessed sperms - I wouldn’t date him even if he were the last guy on earth. Not even if my house were on fire and he were the last bucket of water on earth. I’d rather it burns down to the ground. Besides, what good would a single bucket of water do to on the occasion of a raging fire?
Jake and I took our seats in the hall. The hall was pretty much full a few moments later and soon it was time for the awards ceremony to start. Ntsindile Ngandla took to the stage. She was the show’s hostess for the night. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she started, “I welcome you all to this prestigious awards ceremony.” Claps here, whistles there…the hall went up in cheers. “Before we proceed with the awards, we would like to make one very special girl here today, she’s sitting in our midst, very happy. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in wishing a very, very, very happy birthday to Liya Summers!”
I was awoken from my stupor by cheers and chants of a birthday song with my name in it. Jake gave me a peck on my cheek. EW. I smiled politely till it all died down, all the while enduring pats on the back and shaking hands with those around. It was going to be one long night. I held my peace though, because I knew that it was all going to be over soon. I was going to leave this God-forsaken world behind soon. My life was hell and I had to escape, I had to escape from this abyss in which I was trapped.