A Day in The Life of a Superstar

This is a day in the life of a superstar (that I made up) named Sheirra Mongolas McCarty.

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2. Worst Part of Me

I get in the limousine to set off to the next thing… contract signing. Honestly, I hate contract signing. It is the most boring thing you do as an international superstar. I was asked to star in the upcoming movie “Lies”. From what I know about it, it’s going to be a great movie but it is going to be rated ‘R’ or ‘PG’. As the limousine takes a turn my cell phone begins to ring. I sigh and say, “Hello Sheirra McCarty speaking, how may I help you?”

“Hello Mrs. McCarty. This is the Atlanta Georgia Police Department,” says an officer, “How are you today?”

“I’m fine thank you,” I say with irritation, “Is there a purpose for your call?”

“Yes actually a young man who I believe is your son was caught illegally selling drugs. And these were not just regular drugs; the drugs themselves were also illegal to even be placed in America.” The officer gave me a second to take it all in, “I’m sorry but there are many charges for a crime such as this, for adult or child.” Right when I think life has reached its worst… BOOM comes a worstier worst (don’t judge me; I know worstier is not a word).

I honestly do not know what to do. I'm devastated, paralyzed. I don’t have time to deal with this. Maybe I should cancel the tour. But on such a late notice?

“Either me or my husband will be there shortly” I say trying to hold back tears. I have been a bad mother. I call Drake right away and tell him everything.

“I’ll deal with this,” he says, “You go finish what you have to do, and keep your mind off of it.”

I decide to do what he says as the limousine rolls into the driveway of the movie “Lies” production/direction site. I walk into the building trying to forget what I just heard on the phone.

“Hi Mrs. McCarty! I’m glad you could be a part of this production. Here is the office where you can speak to the producer and director. This is also where you can fill out the contracts."

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Well, I’m glad the contract signing is over! Now I have to finish packing my bags to take a flight to Vegas for the Gold tour. Maybe I could even get some rest before the flight. Instead of taking a limousine, I take a taxi home. As I step through the door of my house (more specifically; my mansion) I remember my son. I decide that I’m not going to get some rest. Instead, I’m going to finish packing, head to the police station, and then take my flight straight to Vegas.

I arrive at the police station just to find out that Drake is taking care of the situation and they are most likely almost or already home. I sigh with both irritation and relief. I get into my car and head back home to see my children and Drake before I leave. By the way, I have two daughters and one son. My two daughters are twins and they are 3 years old and my son is thirteen, almost fourteen. My daughters’ names are Divine and Angel, and my son’s name is Johnathan.

I open the door to my mansion and see Drake looking pale sitting alone on the couch. As soon as he sees me his face lights up. I sit beside him and he looks straight at me, deep into my eyes. Silence says a lot. He pulls me closer to him and touches my body. We start kissing with more intensity than we ever did in a long time. Our lips are locked and they don’t depart for what seems like eternity. Looks like I am going to get some rest because I fall asleep in his arms.

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