I really hate paparazzi.
You noticed I hate a lot of shit, didn't you? Well, FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU TOO!
"September 10, 2001. The date of the infamous movie premiere for the gem, Jade Vincent, and her official blossoming into the movie business".
That's what the cover of the paper said today.
New York can bite my ass.
Why do they always make everything so serious? I wish someone would just attack them.
I quickly pass all of the paparazzi and hop into my limo with my manager, Rico, grabbing the paper and reading it while they shut the door.
Crazy people. I'm not fucking worth it. I'm the "bitch of the film industry", remember?
Rico looks over at me. He is Spanish, and hot, and 22. Wow, I never thought I could get a manager so cute. Kudos to that.
"Jade, they really love you," he stated to me, looking over my shoulder at my stupid fans chasing the limo.
"Sure they do," I flip to the horoscopes page and look at my horoscope:
Taurus,
You will find true love in the most unexpected places in the next week. It might come at a hard time to your family and friends, but you will blossom in the darkness of it all. Your stubbornness will subside when you find this mystery person that you fall in love with. And who knows? Maybe you will change the worst aspect of you to get this person.
Can they read my fucking mind or what? Why do I even read this shit? I don't believe in it.
I throw the magazine on the floor of the limo, "Why do I read horoscopes? They're a bunch of bullshit anyway."
Rico suddenly pulls my hair gently and I look over at him with a serious look plastered on my cute-innocent face, "What the fuck do you want, Rico?"
"Jade," he sighs to himself and then speaks clearly to me in his Spanish accent, "Listen to yourself. You're a wreck. Do you know what people say about you?"
"No, and do you think I give a flying f-"
Rico them pastes his hand over my mouth. Ha ha, now you're going to get your hand covered in my lipstick.
"Jade, I'm trying to save you. Just listen to me," he takes his hand off of my mouth and wipes it off on the seat of the limo.
Those poor cleaners. That will take them awhile to get off.
"I'm listening," I cross my legs and actually pay attention to him.
"You act like such a bitch and you're only 16. I'm just trying to help you achieve status. Don't you think it would be better to start being NICE to your fans?"
What the fuck is he talking about? Be NICE to my fans?
"Fuck no," I reply.
"Jade, I'll be blunt then," he grabbed one of my spaghetti straps on my dress, threatening to break it, "You need to change your fucking 'I'm better than everybody' attitude or you're going straight down the hellhole. People don't really like you now anyway. Maybe you can change that."
"Why would I want to do that, Rico?" I ask him sweetly, knowing he will not fall for it.
"Jade, let's say if you don't, you won't get another deal in Hollywood, EVER!!!!!!" he yelled straight into my ear, "Get it now?"
Damnit, that hurt! Now I'm going to have to get a hearing aid. Rico, how could you be so cruel?
"You want me to change who I am?" I replied, yelling back at him, "Well, it's not that fucking easy, Ricky!"
He really got mad when I used his real name. Maybe he'd learn not to mess with a superstar in the making. Maybe I should just find a new manager…
"Why do I even bother talking to you?" he put his hand up to his forehead, looking like he had a headache. Poor, poor Rico, "You weren't even like this when I found you. It's like you get a taste of movies, and you turn all Miss Prissy on me. Well, you're going to have to change, or you won't get your wishes; to stay around. You'll be a flash in the pan."
Even though I knew he was right, it's not like I was going to admit it to him or anyone else. You have to pretend you didn't know I thought that. It's not that easy to turn a bitch nice again.