The Fame Game

This was all I ever wanted, since I can remember I knew I was destined for the stage, the screen, the fans, and the fame. It was what I was meant to be, I knew it and I would do whatever it took to get the fame I deserved...

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1. I want...

This was all I ever wanted, since I can remember I knew I was destined for the stage, the screen, the fans, and the fame. It was what I was meant to be, I knew it. Yeah, the career guidance teacher wasn’t completely convinced.

 

“So Lindsey, what career ideas do you have in mind?” A middle aged woman with curly brown hair glanced at me smiling,

“I know for sure what I want to do.” I give her a full teeth grin, my future million dollar smile.

“And what’s that?” I sat taller in my chair,

“Famous.” This other year 11 with terrible a roots who was sat opposite scoffed. I gave her a quick evil glare; I was used to the back lash. The careers lady loudly swallowed her tea, her eyes wide like I’d just said I wanted to be a playboy bunny or something;

“And how do you plan to get famous? Hard work, good A-levels?”

“I don’t know yet, you tell me. That’s your job right?” The other student in the room dropped her mouth in shock, shaking her head.

“Lindsey are you for real? Famous, more like a famous good for nothing! What you going to be Lindsey a porn star?! Jamie was telling everyone how easy it is for you to drop your clothes.” I laughed both me and her glaring at each other.

“Oh’ really is that the best you got bitch? At least boys actually want me; at least I have a boyfriend. All you are is a slut, who seems to have used crayons as their make-up this morning. The slug eyebrows, and scare crow roots are really in right now huh?” A book fell onto the table making us both jump.

“Ladies stop! Kathy, go back to class now please, we’ll reorganise another session next week okay?” Kathy, got up from her chair, practically throwing it back under the table, she glared and me once more before leaving the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Bitch…” I muttered under my breath,

“Lindsey that was uncalled for, I should really write you a detention slip.” I scoffed,

“What the hell?! She started it; she basically said all I was good for was to be a porn star, and the whole thing about dropping my knickers, complete bull shit!”

“Language!”

“I’m sorry.” The woman placed a pile of papers in front of me,

“My job is to help guide you along the road to your future and what decision you are going to make when you graduate. Now Lindsey I’ve looked at your current grades in all your subjects and have picked potential careers for you.” I flicked through the papers, teacher, journalist, casting director, secretary. She must be made,

“Secretary, are you serious?” I threw down the papers, this woman was no help.

“Well you have a good average grade in English, and a good B average in most subjects. You are well kept and…”

“I’m going to be famous, not a second in command crappy secretary or a teacher?! Why would I want to be like…” I cut myself off because I was going to say like you.

“We need to be realistic Lindsey; do you really want fame this bad?” She collected in the papers,

“It’s what I’m destined to do, I just feel comfortable in front of the camera, at home on the stage. It’s meant to be, and it’s not like I can’t cope with the crazy fans, I cope now perfectly fine because I’m popular. People love me, I’m used to be watched and handling bitches like Kathy easily.”

“Fame is not just something that will come to you sweetie, you need to earn it.” I didn’t like how she called me ‘sweetie’, it was patronising.

“I know…” Why couldn’t anyone just help me?

“Have you ever thought of doing a course, in London, or maybe LA or New York if this is really what you want to do? That way you can look for work, film jobs, dancer jobs, stage work. Get your name on the scene. Unfortunately I don’t have a file I can give you on the fame game, but I’ll give you these.” She walked over to a shelf full of files, pulling out 4 and placing them down in front of me.

“Dancing, singing, the arts, careers in the theatre, read these. They’ll advise you on what you want to do next. Colleges, courses, the money side of it.” I flicked through them quickly; reading wasn’t exactly my best subject.

“Money isn’t a problem…” She smiled at me, just as the bell for last period rang; I had music so I wasn’t planning on sticking around here any longer than I needed to.

“Thanks then, but I think I have to go.” I got up, pulling my bag over my shoulder quickly stuffing the information files in it.

“Bye Lindsey, and I’m here if you need more advice, drop me an e-mail whenever.” I nodded at her before leaving the careers room not feeling any better than when I went in there.

 

The sunlight hit my face as I walked out of the library block, the heat making my back tingle. I took a minute to absorb the sunlight, in my head this is how I imagined a real theatre spotlight to feel, the heat and the blinding light as you step out on the stage at opening night. The second bell rung, meaning I was late for music, but I wasn’t bothered because my teacher was waiting for me. It was my turn to perform my assessment piece, which I’d practiced every night for the past month until I was pitch perfect because failure was not an option.

 

I strolled to music, taking in the sunlight, it was the first sunny and hot day of the spring and it was perfect.

“Miss Parker have you forgotten about your final assessment today or are we taking our time considering you are 15 minutes late for class?” Mr Lake called along the corridor from the door of the music room as I made my way there, increasing my speed slowly.

“I’m not singing until 12:30 though?” I asked him,

“Yeah but you’ve lost out on practice time now.” I laughed; he obviously didn’t know me at all.

“I don’t need it sir.” He moved out the way so I could walk into class,

“Well we’ll see won’t we? Go and wait for me in the recording studio please Lindsey. I’ll be there in a minute.” He closed the door behind me, the rest of the class were sitting on the floor in their friendship groups, ‘harmonising’ as they call it. Personally I call it making the sort of noises I’d only expect to come from a bedroom and I don’t want to hear.

“Someone too good to arrive to class when everyone else does Lindsey?” Kathy smirked at me, whilst the group that surrounded her giggled,

“Why? Are you jealous Kathy?” I smiled at her as I walked past, deliberately hitting her with my bag.

“Hey!” Kathy moaned, I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah Kathy really wants to be a big headed slut like you Lindsey.” One of her little disciples chirped in,

“At least I have a boyfriend, its Lucy right? I heard the majority of the school call you loner Lucy because you’ve never even kissed a guy. But that’s not true right?” I smiled, saying it way too loud so the whole class heard. Lucy’s mouth dropped, 1-0 to me.

 

I walked into the large recording studio, shutting the door behind me. There was the microphone facing the panel of glass that Mr Lake would be sitting behind. I had my song perfectly that I had picked myself because I knew my song choice was going to get me the full marks I needed in this assessment.

“Right Miss Parks are you ready?” Mr Lake’s face appeared at the glass, making me jump. I took a deep breath before taking my place in front of the microphone, placing the headphones over my ears. I glanced at Mr Lakes who gave me thumbs up, signalling if I wanted the music to start. I nodded and the music kicked to ‘There are worse things I could do’ from my favourite musical, Grease.

 

There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.
Even though the neighbourhood thinks I'm trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.”

 

The music suddenly stopped, right when I’d got into it.

“Sir that was only one verse, why did you stop the music?” I scowled at him as he brought his face to microphone so he could talk to me.

“How long have you practiced for this Lindsey?” He asked, but I was lost, every great performer practices for weeks just like me. That one verse was pitch perfect, the best I’ve ever sounded, and I’d been stopped!

“From the day you set the task! That was bloodly perfect, why the hell did you stop it?” I shouted into the microphone, I was extremely pissed off. Way was this day going wrong? People need to stop interfering today!

“It’s too perfect Linds. Too good.” My mouth dropped,

“One, its Lindsey sir and two, are you kidding me?” I pulled the headphones off and threw them down on a chair to the side.

“Lindsey stop this, I just think they want more of a natural voice.” I folded my arms, glaring at him.

“This is my voice, I’m good okay? Am I not allowed to be better than everyone else?!” I screamed at him, luckily the room is sound proof so the rest of the class wouldn’t hear.  

“Lindsey I’m just asking you to get a new song maybe?” I shook my head,

“I picked this song and I want to sing it.” I couldn’t stand here and be insulted anymore, so I made a dramatic exit, at least I could do that perfectly.

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