A celebrity wants to enjoy his or her
time with family, but a fan is bothering
him or her because won’t stop nagging…
Sequoia strolled down Paparazzi Central to meet up with her sister Seneca. Seneca was finished her photo shoot and wanted to hang out before she left for LAX airport.
Sequoia texted: Almost there. Let’s eat at Luigi’s around the corner.
Diego crossed the street, camera in his hands. “If it isn’t the lovely Sequoia Pondelik.”
“If it isn’t the handsome Diego. When are we going on our date again?” She smiled, winking.
Even though the device covered half of his face, his cheeks showed a deep shade of red. “I get off at 6.”
Sequoia laughed. “A paparazzi’s work is never done.”
She slowed her pace so Diego could keep up; he walked backwards in front of her. She loved appearing on TMZ; it made her feel worthy. As long as she flirted and had a good relationship with paparazzi, they would give her good press.
The public hated her at the moment. No longer America’s sweetheart, she planned to win the hearts back of her fans and possibly gain new ones.
“Trust me, I’d make time for you…so talked to Perry lately?”
Sequoia lowered her gaze to the sidewalk, slipping her hands into her pockets. It was time to put on an Oscar worthy performance. “No, he’s away filming for a new movie.” She frowned. “He didn’t take Echo, but he won’t tell me where my doggie is. I want to see him to make sure he’s okay. To let him know mommy still loves him.”
“That’s cold. I’d never do that to you, Sequoia.”
“Thanks Diego. Then again, I didn’t break your heart,” she whispered. She put a strand of hair behind her ear.
“We all make mistakes. You’ve apologized. That’s all that matters. If he still wants to be a dick about it, then that’s on him.” Diego maneuvered to avoid stepping on a big rock. “Good thing you two never had children since he’s being so vindictive.”
She let him continue being worked up on her behalf. Inside, she smiled because her plan was working. On the outside, she had to fake vulnerability to continue getting sympathy, deserved or not.
“Hopefully, everything will work out soon. We have one more movie to film together, then I’ll be out of his life forever. Well, except for Echo’s visitation.” She knew damn well that she had already been let go of the trilogy, but she wasn’t allowed to speak about it. That whole confidential agreement.
Did Sequoia regret cheating on Perry? She honestly didn’t know anymore. It felt right being with Plaid at the time. Now, it felt right being alone to reflect on things, to reflect on life.
Sequoia was twenty-three, and ever since junior high, she was the girl in the arm’s of a boyfriend. Now, she enjoyed her freedom of being single. Neither guys took that news well, but they’d have to get over it. America too.
“I heard through the grapevine that the studio chose Perry over you.”
Damn TMZ was good. She still couldn’t blow her cover though, no matter how much she wanted to.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m sorry, Sequoia, but I heard you were let go for scheduling conflicts.” Diego frowned. “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
“Who’s your source?”
“I’m not allowed to say.”
“Thanks for giving me a heads up, unless I’m being Punk’d right now.”
“I wish that was the case.”
Sequoia sighed, forcing back tears. That would work on the teeny-boppers. They loved their drama. Her bottom lip quivered.
“Sequoia, please don’t cry.” Diego didn’t set the camera down, but he angled it sideways, so he could step closer. He held her hand, squeezing it.
She smiled weakly.
“Do you have anyone you could talk to?”
“I’m heading to meet up with my sister now. Diego, thank you, but I’ll be fine.”
Why did he lower the lens? Hello, this needed to be filmed. Screw privacy. Show the world her waterworks. It’d be fun playing the sweet, innocent actress against the meanie, bully studio.
Game on bitches.
If anyone would like to try this writing prompt, email me at Author.Yawatta.Hosby(AT)aol(DOT)com. Once I wrote it, I realized it didn’t even meet the criteria. Oh well, it was close enough; besides, the key was getting used to creating scenes again. For the past month or so, I’ve only been editing–hardly any rewrites.