Star-Struck (Tangerine and narky)

[Tangerine]

Fame, wealth, and influence. Film industry could be quite a marvellous place. However, no actor could be a star to promptly gain those sought-after privileges without learning how to shine, which wasn't a simple goal by any means. Working hard was necessary, but usually not enough. A career wasn't a shoe one could polish to make it gleam more. In some cases, there was some dirt involved too. Usually, to throw it to those who had the potential to outshine others.

Once a model, now an actress, Vivian had learnt that most didn't really bother to check the truth of your claims, or accusations for that matter, when you had a charming face. As if lying was an ugly thing a pretty gal couldn't do. Well, she wouldn't call it lying. Rather, they were justified exaggerations.

If a director wasn't happy about her performance, she could reveal a secret from behind the set. If a critic was too harsh, according to her standards, she could give a call to the magazine or network they worked for. If the odds seemed to be in favour of another actor for a role she wanted, she could spread some unfortunate rumours, which wasn't that difficult in a community that basically fed off scandals.

On her phone, she was busy reading one of those gossips. The more she read, the wider her lips stretched. "Oh, Natalie.." shaking her head, she talked to herself, making mention of a rivalling actress, "You should have known better." Better than to think that she could get the role from her. That way, she wouldn't have needed to give the media some tips about her rival’s private life that made her a doubtful choice for the producers. To drive the final nail into the coffin, she now had to give one of those good-girl interviews herself.

Her almond eyes were accented with wings. Lips were made to look fuller with lipstick. Some peach shading on her pale visage. Long boots that said, ‘yeah I’ve long legs.’ White shorts to be a distraction. And a dark blouse to match her long hair. And of course big sunglasses to express, ‘I’m so famous that I need to hide who I am.’

After changing, she got out of her spacious home, walking up to her car. She opened the door. Well, tried to rather. Strangely, the vehicle wasn’t cooperating. When some neighbours walked past, she stopped, offering a cheery nod, not to make anyone say that she couldn’t even get into her own bloody car.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” she complained when no one was around. At least, when she thought there wasn’t anyone watching her.

[narky]

Samantha had been watching Vivian for a week at this point. Ever since the contract came in and the money was paid to her Swiss bank account, she knew this would be a relatively easy job.

Most celebs tended not to like too much security around their home, mostly because they didn’t want to make it feel like a prison, but also because many of them truly did feel that they were somewhat untouchable from the ‘unwashed masses’ of regular people.

From the vantage point that she had been watching the actress, she was dressed in the typical uniform that she wore on missions all over the world, her skin tight cat suit that hugged her body, she decided to place a call to the actress’ home number in an attempt to lure her back into the home.

[Tangerine]

Yeah. She had to be where the interview was going to take place. Yes. She was getting late. On the other hand, that wasn't awfully uncommon with stars. In fact, she sometimes did it on purpose. So, how fast the clock ticked didn't concern her terribly.

It was a small miracle that she actually heard the faint ringing that came from her house. Not many people knew that number. Only her family, close friends, and manager. Perhaps it was something important?

Raising her glasses, she narrowed her beady eyes towards the front door. After some time, she opted to walk away from her car. And back inside.

Hurriedly, she strode through the foyer and moved into the living room. Slender fingers wrapped the phone soon, the cord stretching as she drew it to her ear. "Yeah?" Holding it up, she dropped her hips into the nearby easy chair. "Hello?!" Vivian repeated.