Thalia Dalton smoothed the
cover of the glossy new magazine her assistant Ellie had just
delivered to her trailer. Apparently, she had been featured in
this issue of M! twice: once in the star advice section and once
in the best dressed segment. Thalia didn't read every tabloid she
was in of course, that would be as impossible as there not being
a line outside of Cabana Club in the evening. Meanwhile,
Michelle, hair diva extraordinaire, put hot rollers in her
Thalia had to be on set in
exactly 35 minutes, or John Highcliffe, the infamous director who
was in charge of making the movie she was currently starring in,
would throw another tantrum like yesterday. John was a
film-making mastermind, but had extremely short temperament.
Thalia prayed today would be better.
Ah ha! The best dressed segment
showed pictures of which starlets wore ruffles better. A picture
of Thalia posing in a jean jacket, white blouse, ballerina pink
ruffled skirt, lacey tights, and flats was sandwiched in between
photos of Blake Lively and Katy Perry, also sporting ruffled
"That's a good picture."
Thalia's assistant Ellie piped up from where she sat in a folding
chair near Thalia.
"It is. I think I was outside
of Henry's when they took it." Thalia agreed.
"Henry's, as in that new
restaurant on Main Street?" Ellie asked.
"Yep. Oh look, here's me
again." She pointed to a picture of herself on the red carpet,
her long black hair glossy, her dove-white smile glowing, her
blue satin mini dress shining. A photo shopped-in speech bubble
came out of her glossy red lips, and inside was the following
Thalia-quote: "Always believe in yourself and never give up.
Remember that you have to fail at first to
"Good publicity." Ellie
Thalia nodded, and Michelle
told her to hold her head still as she worked with the hot
Thalia exhaled and took a sip
from the mocha Ellie had just picked up for her from Coffee Bean
and Tea Leaf, being a fifteen-year-old superstar sure took a lot
of prepping. Ever since she was four, it had been work, work,
work. She had landed a role on a family sitcom eleven years ago,
playing the youngest daughter. That lasted for four years, and
after that, role after role, hit movie after hit movie, fell into
Thalia Dalton's lap. One of the movies she'd been featured in,
The Secret of 1822 Bryerview Lane had earned an Academy Award. It
was safe to say Thalia was one of young Hollywood's hottest
stars. And Thalia felt that if she wanted to keep it that way,
she could never take a break. So she didn't.
Her current project, a sci-fi
smash titled Resistance was quite something. Thalia played Lana,
a teen living in the future whose father Aaron was slowly
starting to gain control of the earth, and was starting
holocausts and slavery and torturing, and it was up to Lana to
make Aaron stop before he destroyed the human race. Thalia had
been ecstatic about the movie, but John Highcliffe was hard to
please. Acting had never been this tough.
She boredly skimmed through the
rest of the pages of M! and saw what some of the rest of her
Hollywood buddies were up to, since she knew a lot of the people
shown. After a while, Thalia tossed the magazine aside and picked
up her iPhone to see what her three best friends, Lexi, Lindsey,
and Britta were up to. She typed:
Hey guys, wassup? Getting hair
done in trailer, bored. Txt!
The response came from Lexi
About 2 meet w/ the record
label, big meeting, rlly nervous! I'll chat u l8r!
Then from Britta.
Abt 2 shoot scene, the 1 where
I get to kiss Jay Miller. Can't w8! J ttyl
Going shoppin w/ La Mu &
cameras, I promise I'll bring u back something from Gucci! G2g,
luv yas, ciao!
Thalia sighed. The girls were
all busy with their own careers at the moment. She put her iPhone
back in her Marc Jacobs hobo bag and waited patiently for
Michelle to finish. Suddenly, the door of Thalia's trailer burst
open and Harmony strolled in, ready to cake Thalia with
After what seemed like an
eternity, Thalia was done. The scene she would be filming today
was where Lana snuck through the mansion she lived in to
eavesdrop on her father's dinner party, where she would overhear
his evil plans of world-domination. She hopped down the steps of
her trailer, Ellie at her heels, toting Thalia's planner, which
she was in charge of. The go-cart was already waiting for them.
The guy who drove it was a skinny, shaky guy who still hadn't
gotten over the fact that "he was driving Thalia Dalton around",
even though this was the third week of filming. The June sunlight
beat down on Thalia and Ellie, who sat in the two seats in the
"All right, so you have to make
an appearance at the Humane Society benefit tonight, and then
you're having late dinner with your family at 8 o' clock at
Gordon Ramsey in the London hotel. Tomorrow your call time is 6
AM again, and oh, you need to RSVP to Charlene Gracey's birthday
party." Ellie read from the book. Thalia nodded, she had been in
a movie with Charlene last year, and the soon-to-be 5o year old
Oscar-winning star took a liking to Thalia. The party would be
doused with A-listers, and rumor had it, Oprah would be
attending. Sure, Thalia would be one of the youngest guests, but
maybe she could bring a friend.
The go-cart came to a halt and
they hopped out. "Thanks." Thalia called back to the guy, who
just looked astonished.
"No, no, it's my pleasure to
drive you around Miss Dalton." The guy stuttered. Okay then. The
guy looked like, twenty four, and had been taking her to set for
days; he still shouldn't be star struck in the presence of a
She walked over to the set
layout, where Mark Mason, famed actor stood, watching John
Highcliffe fuss over the script with a bunch of writers around
him. Mark played Thalia's evil father, but in real life, he was a
pretty decent guy. Mark took Thalia in. She was wearing a blue
satin shirt with flowing sleeves and wide leg matching pants.
These were supposed to be Lana's pajamas, since the scene took
place late at night, and she should have been
"Nice costume." Mark
"Thanks. What's going on?"
"John didn't think my
character's dialogue revealed enough information," Mark said, "he
wants to give Aaron more lines."
"Oh." Thalia sighed. The LA sun
made her feel really warm in her futuristic pajamas, so she
requested a bottle of Evian. However, a half hour later, John and
the writers still hadn't made up their minds about the
"Do you want a folding chair?"
When the chair was brought to
her, Thalia collapsed in it. It was going to be a long