It was late, Andrea knew that. A high school teenager, almost a college student, and she still had a time to be in bed. It was mid winter already. She should be wearing warmer pajamas, but a tank top and ladies boxers were still her preference. Even if it meant that she would use two blankets and a thick quilt to stay warm. Tonight, however, she was not tired. She was bored with her life. She was bored of having the perfect boyfriend, as horrible as that sounded; and bored of studying so much in school to become the lawyer her parents wanted her to be. In all actuality, she had a preference for the dramatics. She loved stealing glances at the boys labeled as ‘emo’ by her fellow classmates and social clique. She wished she could run away and be an actress. Her parents would blow a fuse. “Acting Andrea,” her mother and father had stated more times than Andrea could count, “is not a sensible career.” Her lips formed into a gentle pout as she sighed remembering their words.

 “Andrea Michelleti, you are going to be a very big star one day.” She whispered to herself as she placed her rear end on the seat next to the window. Her breath fogged the window pane as she stared out into the sky. Her thin body shivered slightly beneath the thick quilt that was draped across her shoulders. Her hand reached out to caress the glass, a short, paint chipped nail tapped against it as it picked out her star. “I wish to become famous,” she closed her eyes tightly and kept them that way for a minute. The clock on the nightstand behind her flicked to 11:12. She stepped away from the window and quickly lay on her twin sized bed. She closed her eyes and rolled onto her side, letting out a soft sigh as she finally fell asleep.

Her body writhed on the bed, her hands slapped against the sheets as she searched for a comfortable position. She finally sat upright with a huff and opened her eyes, only to be met with complete darkness. A breath caught in her throat as she realized that her eyes were covered with something silky. One shaky hand reached up to rip the blindfold from her face. She inhaled deeply, wondering when she had put one on, let alone when she had bought one of the things. “Miss Michelleti…” a soft voice said softly from her door. A stout woman had appeared in her room. Andrea felt her brows furrow as she looked down.

“Woah…” she breathed as she glanced down at her lace covered body. Gone were her tank top and boxers, replaced with a body and nightgown Victoria’s Secret models wore.

“Miss…I am terribly sorry to bother you, but you have an interview with Vogue in an hour. I know I was supposed to awaken you at noon…” the woman bit her lip, her eyes trained on the ground.

“I’m sorry…but who are you?” Andrea asked. She glanced around her room and noticed how different everything was. Her twin bed had become a queen sized four poster bed. From the top were light purple silk drapes. They were parted in the front and tied to the posts on either side but to the side they were still down.

“I am Mrs. Heart, Miss Michelleti.” The woman said softly with a nod of her head.

“How do I know you?” She asked. “And please, my name is Andrea.” She rolled over and let her legs hang from the edge of the bed before parting the drapes and standing up. Her body immediately fell back down at the site of the room. “Shit…this is the best dream of my life.” She laughed to herself.

“I am your secretary Miss…Andrea.” Mrs. Heart announced. “I do highly suggest that you get ready for the interview,” she said after a moment and walked out confused.

Andrea nodded quickly and touched the purple and white wall. It was hard and cool to her fingertips, not like in most dreams when she would just slip through it. “Your wish came true Andrea Michelleti,” another soft voice stated from the other side of the bed.

“Who are you? And what do you mean my wish came true? How do you know about that?” She demanded, sliding a hand through her bangs. “When did I get bangs?” she whispered to herself.

“You brought that style back, actually.” The voice laughed. A female stepped out from behind the bed. “I am Maddison. They say I am supposed to guide you through the beginning stages of your wish and what not. And before you ask, no, no one else can see me. No, the wish does not end. And no, I can not tell you who ‘they’ are.” She said, brushing her hair back.

“You’re kidding me.” Andrea laughed. “I’m famous?”

“It’s what you wanted, and as much as I don’t want to say this, it’s only fitting. You should have been careful of what you wished for. Anyways, hurry up. I’ll pick out an outfit for you while you shower. I suggest you keep your hair out of the water for the time being.” She shooed Andrea into the bathroom and stayed outside. “This is always so annoying…” she muttered. Maddison glanced around the room. “Good taste for a cliché.” she added. She stepped into the closet and flipped the switch, illuminating the enormous wardrobe. Her hand reached out to grasp the hanger on which a vest and white shirt by Agnes B. was on. Her eyes rolled at the expensive taste but dangled it in the air with the flick of a finger. She grabbed a pair of blue jeans from the Chanel rack and ordered them to lay on the bed. She added black Valentino stilettos to the outfit, Dior sunglasses, and a plain black faux leather hat from the local Target. “All the better to solidify that you are still a down to earth bitch…” Maddison murmured as the water in the bathroom shut off.

“Maddison…” Andrea’s voice called as she stepped back into the overly grand bedroom. Her breath caught in her throat for the second time that morning as she spotted the outfit on her bed. “Oh…god!” she gasped. “I have all this?”

“Yes. Now hurry. I still have to do your hair, so might I suggest that you put on the shirt first.” Maddison snapped her fingers, returning to the room with a bottle of Gucci perfume. Andrea nodded and walked to her dresser. She pulled out a black set with a smile.

“I love being famous.” Andrea sighed and let the towel drop to the ground. She slipped the black lace panty on and looked at herself in the mirror in time to see a disgusted look disappear from Maddison’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“You have not even started being famous. This is just the nice part. In a minute, when we step out the door, you are going to be swarmed with a lot of paparazzi shooting flashes in your face. That is the main reason for the glasses. Secondly, you have an image to keep up. You are a complete prep. You do ads for Victoria’s Secret. You do commercials for Clearasil. You have been in just under ten movies so far. The interview with Vogue is to gain publicity for the new movie and your new fashion line. You hang out with Scarlett Johansson, Megan Fox, and Keira Knightly. You listen to Hilary and Vanessa, along with classic soft rock like the Goo Goo Dolls. You are America’s sweetheart in the public eye, but you have been known in Hollywood as the biggest snob to be around, much like the girls.” Maddison took a breath feeling slightly exasperated. “Hurry and finish getting dressed. I still have to fix your hair and make up.”

“Oh…right.” Andrea quickly slipped on the lace bra and grabbed the blouse gently. She admired it for a minute before slipping it on her body. Her long, smooth and tanned legs slipped into the jeans right after.

Maddison stepped in front of her with a small kit of make up. “Sit.” Maddison sighed. “And pay attention to how I do this. I am not going to be here forever.” Maddison’s skilled fingers swept up every thick strand of Andrea’s hair and twisted it in the back twice. She then looped the top over the two buns and pinned it down. Andrea’s hair curled slightly as it tumbled the rest of the way down her back. The black hat was placed at an angle on the same side her bangs angled. “You became famous when you auditioned for J.O.N.A.S on Disney channel and got the lead love interest of Joe Jonas. That later led to an off screen romance between the two of you which…” she paused and smirked, “tragically ended two years ago. The two of you remain friends. You currently have a fling going on with Jamie Bell. He was in Flags of Our Fathers.” She began to line Andrea’s eyes with light gray powder. “Look up.” She ordered and put black liquid liner on the bottom. Maddison finished as the door opened and Mrs. Heart entered the room.

“Miss Andrea, the limo is here,” she said and eyed the outfit. Her hand reached out and adjusted the sleeve of the white undershirt.

“Thank you Mrs. Heart.” Andrea replied with a genuine smile. As the older woman left she glanced back at Maddison. “A limo!” she squealed.

“Yeah Andrea, you also never show up anywhere without a limo.” Maddison nodded with her eyebrows raised. She grabbed the perfume bottle and sprayed Andrea with two squirts.

“Please, don’t I ever ride a bike?”

“When it’s nailed to the floor and your trainer is next to you.”

“Am I really that…stuck up?” Andrea asked softly.

“Yes. And you had better start acting like it or else Hollywood is going to destroy you.”

“Well then,” Andrea stood straighter and turned on her heel. “Let’s go. This is wasting my precious time.”

“Yes Diva.” Maddison sneered and walked ahead of her. ‘The kid needs all the help she can get,’ she thought to herself and waited for Andrea to catch up.