3 | Whitney Winters
“Haha, that’s hilarious.” She bursts out laughing in waves. “You are so scandalous Whitney Winters. I love it!” Hilary Heart praises and fans herself with the little question card she’s holding.
The audience from the TV show chuckle at her reaction whilst I just give them an award-winning smile. Today, my manager and best friend, Casey informed me that I have an interview with the famous Hilary Heart. She has her own successful talk show, that I like to watch some nights when I’m bored.
I was told I had to attend to promote my new film, Lovers Lie but so far, all I’ve been doing is sharing my crazy drunk stories from after parties I went to. Its premiere is in two days and I just can’t wait to go. Partly because I will get to see my new friend: Jason O’Connor. He’s one of Hollywood’s heartthrobs because of his looks and charisma. The fact I got to work alongside him was incredible.
I can’t wait to see him again, we are going to have a blast.
“So Whitney,” Hilary begins, shuffling in her expensive, leather chair. She’s calmed down now, her face back to its soft look. There are no laughter lines from her earlier on her tanned face, which gives her a youthful look again. “Tell us what you enjoyed most about making Lovers Lie.”
I flash her a smile and clear my throat, “well, I guess pranking Jason O’Connor was the best. His face every time I pulled a prank on him was comical.”
Hilary chuckles and brushes a bit of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. She’s dressed in a formal dress that reaches her knees and minimal make up. Her pink eyeshadow makes her beautiful, soft brown eyes stand out on her face. For someone in her mid-thirties, she sure doesn’t look that age. If I didn’t know anything about her and her age, I’d say from one look that she was in her mid-twenties.
“You sure are a menace,” Hilary comments and lightly shakes her head. “I see why everyone adores you now.”
Oddly enough, I blush at her comment. Two years after leaving, I still can’t believe I’m here today, famous. They call me Hollywood’s golden girl, the biggest star.
I haven’t blushed in a long time, not like I used to. Talking to boys now is easy, especially very attractive ones that I always seem to be around.
If I were to go back and speak to Callum today, I bet I would be the confident one. Callum. I haven’t thought about him for a long time.
After leaving my house, two years ago, I had gotten a bus to LA. From there, I went to a motel for the night. It was terrifying staying alone, without anybody I know. But I pushed the fear aside.
For a week I tried looking for work. I had to save as much money as possible, so it meant I had to be careful about what I bought.
After five days of looking for work, I began to think I would be homeless. But then a miracle happened. I bumped into Casey Jones, an acting agent. She saw the state I was in and took me in—gave me a home. Casey legally became my guardian, after I told the firm that I ran away from my family. They seemed skeptical to allow it to happen when they knew my family was alive but when after telling them they neglected me practically my whole life, they let it happen.
One night at her house when having tea, I asked if I could become an actress. Anastasia would never have become an actress because she was too shy but I’m Whitney now. And Whitney is confident and strong. She got me a job and was having me auditioning right away.
Luck was on my side again because a month later, I got cast in my first role. The film was a success straight away; film directors saw something in me. I had loads of people wanting me in films and TV shows. I even had famous brands wanting me to model for them. After a life of being unwanted and hated, I suddenly became wanted.
And so I became an A-list star.
After finishing my second big hit, I got a letter in the post. From my family. It said they missed me so much and wanted me to come home. I cried that night for the first time in a while. But I never replied to their letter.
Casey said it would be best if I didn’t. She said that I left that life behind; all I would cause is more heartbreak for myself. However, she did say that one day, I should visit them.
Occasionally I would wonder what they thought of me on billboards, TV, and posters. Would they cry at my image? Would they smile and be proud?
A small part of me wishes they would. Is it selfish to wish that after running away from them?
“Thank you, Hilary,” I shyly say and bite my lips. When I finish the interview, my make up artist Catherine is going to scold me for ruining her ‘masterpiece’. The woman spent fifteen minutes applying my cherry red lipstick on. The small woman is probably cursing me right now behind the camera.
“You’re welcome sweetie, it’s been a pleasure interviewing you. Good luck with your new film.” She wishes and then turns her body to face the camera. “And that’s all we have time for tonight. Its been an exciting evening. Join me next week when I interview Khloe Kardashian about the cheating accusations against her boyfriend and father to her baby.”
The audience stands up and clap. And then the cameraman gives us the signal that the camera is off.
Hilary spins back in her chair to face me. “You did amazing Whitney, I hope we can meet again soon.”
I smile at her and nod my head. “That would be wonderful. Are you free this weekend?”
She cocks her head to the side slightly, confused. “Yes, I am.”
“Great!” I beam. “You can join me at the premiere.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. Thanks, I’m sure my husband will be thrilled.” She then stands up and smooths the creases on her dress. “I shall see you soon then.”
I wave goodbye to her and walk off of the stage, my five-inch stilettos clinking on the polished floor. When I make it over to a grinning Casey, I release a breath. I am so tired, I can’t wait to get home. I had three interviews today and a photo shoot for Vogue. All in all, I am knackered.
“Ready to go home?” Casey asks. I eagerly nod my head. My mind projects images of my comfortable king-sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.
Casey laughs at my expression and leads me to the dressing room I was given so that I can remove the makeup from my face. When I get into the brightly lit room, she heads over to the leather sofa and plonks herself on it.
I head over to the make up mirror and start to wipe the makeup off.
After removing it, I undo my braided hair. My once ash blonde hair is now a golden color. Some people say its the color of the sun. My bright blue eyes look my vibrant. They glimmer in the light with happiness. Two years ago, I always saw them as dull and dead but now, they look so enchanting.
“Ugh, I can’t wait until I can sleep. My body is running completely on caffeine right now.”
Casey rolls her eyes, “you’re so exaggerating.”
“I’m not!” I protest.
I huff and cross my sleeveless arms over my chest. My arms are nicely tanned, along with the rest of my body.
“Anyways,” I seriously say, “what’s my schedule tomorrow?”
“Well,” Casey says in a dry voice. “You have to go for a long run tomorrow to lose all of those calories you gained.”
“I haven’t put on weight!” I interject. Casey raises an eyebrow and I gaze down at my skinny body. Many times, I’ve been ordered to not put on weight. Hollywood is very big on staying skinny. As disgusting as it is having to stay borderline unhealthy, I stick to the rules in fear of losing my job.
I love acting and modeling. It’s my whole life now. Luckily I have someone as amazing as Casey who always checks to make sure I’m alright. She’s constantly checking my weight and is in complete charge of my diet.
"Anyways, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” she sends me a pointed look. “After, you have to do a shoot with Jason for promotional reasons. We then have to talk to Lulu.”
Lulu is Casey’s secretary. She’s a tall, willowy woman—like me—who scares the living crap out of me on some days. She has cold; distant blue eyes that always has me shivering. And that’s not from the cold.
She’s is basically in charge of marketing and promoting everything I do.
“Great, can we go now? I’m about to drop.” Casey grumbles something under her breath and heaves herself up.
“Let’s go kiddo.” I scowl at the nickname ‘kiddo’ whilst she smirks. Casey is twenty-five years old but she likes to act older. She’s always teasing me about being younger, even though I’m an adult now.
Casey ties her black hair up in a ponytail and hands me my sunglasses. I quickly slip them on and put a thin jacket over my white crop top.
Casey exits the room first. Her blue eyes skim over the corridor. When she sees nobody there, we move out. Even though it’s dark outside, I wear sunglasses. The paparazzi are an absolute pain.
As soon as I exit the large building, using the small side door, paparazzi swarm me. They are like vultures, coming in for their prey—me.
Casey links her arm with me and tugs me to the black SUV. One of my bodyguards, Alan Kurt, is holding the door open for us. I shuffle in first, Casey after. Once we’re in, Alan gets into the front seat and orders the driver to drive.
My eyes look out of the tinted windows, at the flashing cameras and loud photographers.
Two years ago, if you had told me this would be my life, I would have laughed my ass off and dismiss the thought.
I guess a lot can change.