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The glitz. The glamour. The beauty. The brains. The hatred. The competition. The boys. The girls. The him. The me. I looked down at the crowd and plastered the winning smile on my face that I had shown so many times before. Beautiful white teeth set against the perfectly tanned skin. My green eyes were outlined with dark kohl eyeliner and filled in with a matching hot pink eye shadow. The black dress I wore brushed the tops of my knees. A pair of long tanned legs met a pair of expensive black stiletto Jimmy Choo shoes. I flicked my hair like I had been taught too; I winked a couple of times and blew a few kisses to unsuspecting fans. Clutching the golden man in my hand I swallowed and waited for the crowd's applause to die down before I executed my perfected speech.

"None of this would have been at all possible with out the help of a very few special people" I took a breath and glanced around the packed stadium. People more worthy of this award sat in front of me with their fake smiles of congratulations on their faces. "I want to firstly thank the academy for choosing me to bestow this prestige honour, then I want to thank Marilyn, my agent, my confidant, my best friend" I lied through my beautiful white teeth. "she has shown me the ropes, caught me when I fell and helped me through everything I have overcome" I continued my speech as the audience sat in a silence that was spine chilling for me, "nothing could have prepared me for the honour and prestige this award has given me. I will no longer have to struggle for parts, watch out ladies" I put in the joke like I had been told and a few peopled laughed politely. "Thank you" I concluded and took the arm of Hugh Grant as we walked towards the back of the stage. Breathing a sigh of relief I pawned off my award to a girl who stood in a black dress who hurriedly congratulated me.

"Well done Ela" Hugh Grant placed a kiss on my cheek and I blushed slightly. "You deserved this" he concluded before taking a glass of champagne from the tray that went around. I smiled weakly and thanked him.

Finding a seat in a darkened corner of the room I sighed in relief that I had once again pulled out a speech without dipping or delving into my sordid past. Something that Marilyn warned me was best forgotten. Dead and buried. But somehow or another I know that it will come back to haunt me. Everyone's past eventually does. Right?

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A warm ocean breeze blew in through the open window. On my bedside table were a glass of chilled water and a packet of painkillers. A large vase of stark white lilies lay in contrast to the mahogany surroundings of my room, propped up against the flowers was a small note signed Hugh. I groaned and pulled myself up out of my bed and leant against the headboard. Taking a sip of the water I downed two painkillers and looked out of the window. Picking up the piece of paper I read through it and noted Hugh's number down and an invitation to play tennis with him. Tennis? I thought to myself. A knock at the door caused me to jump a little.

"Come in" I called cheerfully through the door. Marilyn appeared at the door with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of champagne.

"This just came for you; it's from an unknown source. Dump it?" she asked, I shook my head and motioned for her to set it down on my dressing table. I patted the bed beside me and motioned for her to join me; she did and looked at me. She looked oddly out of place in her strict black business suit whilst I sat in my bed in silk bed wear with bed hair.

"When does the press want its interview?" I asked as I stifled a yawn, Marilyn quickly withdrew her palm finder and looked at the schedule I knew she knew off by heart.

"Three, but you have one photo shoot before then" she put in hastily; I looked at her from the corner of my eye. "For the show you are hosting with that band," she looked back into her palm finder and pressed down on a few keys.
"Band?" I replied as I slid out of bed and pulled on a robe over my thin pyjamas, Marilyn nodded and continued to tap on some keys. I had no recollection of a band and I doing a show.

"My Chemical Romance" she replied quickly, I felt my green eyes widen in shock. My stomach flipped and then knotted.

"My Chemical Romance?" I almost whispered, she nodded and smiled walking over to my closet.

"You and them are hosting that Christmas show for MTV." She answered drawing out a pair black skinny jeans and a peasant blouse, she threw them on to the white duvet of my bed and bent down to extract a pair of lime green stilettos.

"Christmas show? MTV?" I asked taking the clothes she had picked out and threw them over my shoulder.

"It was the conditions of you signing up for that movie that you won that award for last night, don't you know" Marilyn smiled almost smugly, I groaned and walked towards the bathroom. A band and a movie star. Isn't that a recipe for a disaster?

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It stood looming on the top of an almost hill. The house itself was gorgeous. A Gothic's dream. A silver range rover was pulled up in the driveway and standing beside it was a man and a dog. A dog may have been a little too much of an understatement, more like a beast. I stopped my black BMW and looked down at the piece of paper Marilyn had pawned off on me before she left for a lunch date with my agent Derek Cody. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror once more and put my Chanel sunglasses on my perfectly straightened brown hair and opened the door. Taking a deep breath I fixed my cropped jacket and walked steadily up the slight incline towards the man.

"Hi" I called out a little unsure of myself, the figure standing beside the car held up a hand, I was taken aback and then I saw he was on his cell phone. Standing awkwardly beside a red rose bush I looked up at the house and couldn't help but gasp. The house was the most beautiful piece of architecture I had seen in my life. It held an air of allure and an air of mystery. I stopped staring and looked casually around the front garden.

"Ela is it?" the voice suddenly interrupted me; I looked at the figure and nodded. His eyes were hidden with a pair of black sunglasses. His hair was midnight black. Long and messy.

"I'm Ela McKenzie. And you are?" he looked at my hand and stuck his own in his pockets, I nervously wiped my hand on the thigh of my jeans and looked at him, he sniffed.

"I'm Pete Wentz. From Fall Out Boy. " he replied formally, I nodded and drew in a breath.

"Well, I'm Elalouise, but everyone calls me Ela, and I believe we have a show to host" I asked him, he shrugged and motioned for me to follow him into the house. For some reason or another I had a feeling of despair in the pit of my stomach and a nagging of suspense in the back thoughts of my mind. "Nice place" I suddenly said as we reached the front door, Pete looked over his shoulder at me and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm still moving in, so excuse the mess" he replied still in a formal tone, I shrugged and followed him in. He was not wrong. Piles of boxes filled the foyer and a few photos hung on the walls. A loud noise was coming from one of the rooms and I could hear laughter, I felt my stomach not.

"How long will this take?" I asked suddenly, Pete took off his sunglasses and his chocolate brown eyes met my green ones, he shrugged and led me down a hallway to a large office. "I just have a photo shoot at six" I said, Pete's eyebrow rose.

"A photo shoot?" he asked, I nodded feeling defensive.

"I'm a part time model" I said suddenly feeling very arrogant, Pete grinned and shook his head.

"Great. A movie star and a model. Just what we need" he said almost under his breath, I caught every word.