Secrets of My Hollywood Life #4: Paparazzi Princess by Jen Calonita Page A
Authors: Jen Calonita
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being Punk'd, right? This is definitely part of some celebrity nightmare show for sure. But then I look at TJ. His face is smooth and calm. Mom is staring at me nervously and Seth is sweating.
I'm your paparazzi princess? You've never seen anything like the new me before, and you probably never will again, you bores? Eww. I want to rip this piece of paper to shreds and stuff them down TJ's throat. I glare at Mom. Mad doesn't describe how I'm feeling right now.
"Pretty solid, huh?" TJ asks. "We thought you'd like that."
"Words cannot express what I'm feeling," I tell him calmly.
TJ's phone rings and he excuses himself. That's when the three of us pounce on each other.
"Meg, I've had it," Seth whispers heatedly. "You need to back off and give me room to do my job. What were you thinking?"
Whoa. I've never heard Seth talk to Mom like that. If anyone else talked to her that way, she'd fire them on the spot.
"I see now that this was a mistake," Mom says, sounding hoarse. Her face is flushed. "But I don't know how to get Kate-Kate out of this." She looks at me. "I promised you'd sing, and TJ knows too many people for you to disrespect him by not doing this. You don't have to make the CD. I promise. Just sing the song once and we'll leave."
"I just want to get out of here," I tell them both. "I feel completely humiliated! Did you read the lyrics? Paparazzi princess? Who wants to be the princess of the paparazzi? That's not me! I want this song burned after I sing it."
"Kaitlin's right." Seth is calmer. "We need to get that tape from TJ after Kaitlin sings for him. He's legit, so I know he won't use it against her when we tell them she's not doing an album, but I'd still feel better if I had the tape in my hands."
"I'll sing and then you get the tape," I say wearily. "Then I'm out of here. I don't want to hear about meetings or work for the rest of the weekend," I tell my mom.
"And all future meetings should be cleared by me before we make them, okay?" Seth says, looking at Mom.
Mom is aghast. "I know I screwed up on this one, but my heart was in the right place," Mom says. "Kate-Kate needs me!"
"I need Seth, Mom," I say quietly. "This is his area of expertise."
"She's right, Meg," Seth says. "This is why you hired me. You have to trust that I know what Kaitlin needs."
"I know what Kaitlin needs," Mom says defiantly. "I'm her mother!"
"Yes, you're her mother," Seth repeats. "You're not an agent!"
Double whoa. I'm just as angry as Seth is, and probably more on his side than I am on Mom's, but if I don't rein them both in, TJ is going to walk in and freak out. I feel sort of dizzy and I have to sit down. My chest feels tight, but I have to get this out. "Everyone calm down," I say. "I'll sing, Seth will get the tape, and Mom will leave me alone for the weekend. We'll discuss the future after that."
"Okay," Mom agrees. "Whatever you want, sweetie. I know you're going to the Grove. You can take my black AmEx." I glare at her. Even retail therapy won't make up for the way I'm feeling right now. I'm tired of being bullied.
The door opens and TJ walks over with the tape recorder. He holds it out for me.
"Ready to sing it for me?" TJ asks. "Or should I say rap? We thought it would sound better if you were angry."
I take the cold tape recorder from his sweaty hands. "That won't be a problem," I say sweetly.
Saturday, January 31
PRINCESSLEIA25: Liz, where R U? If U get this, I'm on my way!
Seven: Tell Me How You Really Feel
"Rodney, can't you go any faster?" I beg, looking at my Movado watch for the hundredth time in minutes. Mom felt so guilty after hearing me sing that awful song that she let me go ahead with Rodney while she waited for another car for her and Seth. The two of them still weren't speaking when I left them standing in front of TJ's building. Seth was livid about me having to sing that song. (He said it was bad business to turn TJ down on the spot so he planned on calling him tomorrow to let him down
I'm your paparazzi princess? You've never seen anything like the new me before, and you probably never will again, you bores? Eww. I want to rip this piece of paper to shreds and stuff them down TJ's throat. I glare at Mom. Mad doesn't describe how I'm feeling right now.
"Pretty solid, huh?" TJ asks. "We thought you'd like that."
"Words cannot express what I'm feeling," I tell him calmly.
TJ's phone rings and he excuses himself. That's when the three of us pounce on each other.
"Meg, I've had it," Seth whispers heatedly. "You need to back off and give me room to do my job. What were you thinking?"
Whoa. I've never heard Seth talk to Mom like that. If anyone else talked to her that way, she'd fire them on the spot.
"I see now that this was a mistake," Mom says, sounding hoarse. Her face is flushed. "But I don't know how to get Kate-Kate out of this." She looks at me. "I promised you'd sing, and TJ knows too many people for you to disrespect him by not doing this. You don't have to make the CD. I promise. Just sing the song once and we'll leave."
"I just want to get out of here," I tell them both. "I feel completely humiliated! Did you read the lyrics? Paparazzi princess? Who wants to be the princess of the paparazzi? That's not me! I want this song burned after I sing it."
"Kaitlin's right." Seth is calmer. "We need to get that tape from TJ after Kaitlin sings for him. He's legit, so I know he won't use it against her when we tell them she's not doing an album, but I'd still feel better if I had the tape in my hands."
"I'll sing and then you get the tape," I say wearily. "Then I'm out of here. I don't want to hear about meetings or work for the rest of the weekend," I tell my mom.
"And all future meetings should be cleared by me before we make them, okay?" Seth says, looking at Mom.
Mom is aghast. "I know I screwed up on this one, but my heart was in the right place," Mom says. "Kate-Kate needs me!"
"I need Seth, Mom," I say quietly. "This is his area of expertise."
"She's right, Meg," Seth says. "This is why you hired me. You have to trust that I know what Kaitlin needs."
"I know what Kaitlin needs," Mom says defiantly. "I'm her mother!"
"Yes, you're her mother," Seth repeats. "You're not an agent!"
Double whoa. I'm just as angry as Seth is, and probably more on his side than I am on Mom's, but if I don't rein them both in, TJ is going to walk in and freak out. I feel sort of dizzy and I have to sit down. My chest feels tight, but I have to get this out. "Everyone calm down," I say. "I'll sing, Seth will get the tape, and Mom will leave me alone for the weekend. We'll discuss the future after that."
"Okay," Mom agrees. "Whatever you want, sweetie. I know you're going to the Grove. You can take my black AmEx." I glare at her. Even retail therapy won't make up for the way I'm feeling right now. I'm tired of being bullied.
The door opens and TJ walks over with the tape recorder. He holds it out for me.
"Ready to sing it for me?" TJ asks. "Or should I say rap? We thought it would sound better if you were angry."
I take the cold tape recorder from his sweaty hands. "That won't be a problem," I say sweetly.
Saturday, January 31
PRINCESSLEIA25: Liz, where R U? If U get this, I'm on my way!
Seven: Tell Me How You Really Feel
"Rodney, can't you go any faster?" I beg, looking at my Movado watch for the hundredth time in minutes. Mom felt so guilty after hearing me sing that awful song that she let me go ahead with Rodney while she waited for another car for her and Seth. The two of them still weren't speaking when I left them standing in front of TJ's building. Seth was livid about me having to sing that song. (He said it was bad business to turn TJ down on the spot so he planned on calling him tomorrow to let him down
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