Keeping Up With The Fangirls

Keeping Up With The Fangirls. A reality television show which showcases fangirls recruited from all over the world that compete in contests to win various prizes. The main goal of the show is to make it into the top three and win the ultimate prize.
One Direction.
Well, you don't really win One Direction, but you go on tour with them.
And, c'mon, what's better than that?
When Tori Knightley gets recruited, she couldn't be more ecstatic. But she soon realizes that this show has an ulterior motive.
And it is definitely not in the girls' best interests.


4. Chapter 4.

Chapter 4:

The first thing I realized was that I had no idea where to go. No idea who to contact, who to go to, or even where to stay.

I almost fainted from relief when I saw a man holding up a sign which said 'Tori Knightley'. I hurriedly made my way over to him, which was when I noticed another man standing next to him. A man holding a big camera. I could tell by the red dot that I was being filmed.

I was completely baffled for a second before I remembered that this was a reality show, which would of course contain clips of the contestants coming into Los Angeles for the first time. So I decided to make a good first impression.

I waved at the camera, before blowing a kiss towards it. The cameraman chuckled.

"Right this way, Ms.Knightley." The man holding the sign said and gestured towards the exit. I followed, trailing after him. He held open the door of the car for me and it was then that I gasped. It was a limo. An actual limousine! It had always been my dream to be in one, and it was coming true.

When both the cameraman and the driver gave me weird looks, I realized I was in the middle of having a mental fangirling attack. I composed myself, before nodding and saying, "As you were, gentleman." I tried to sophistically slide into the limo, since I was on camera, but who am I kidding, I hit my head on the top of the door, tripped and fell face-first onto the seat.

Now that's the me I know.

After the driver had shut the door after looking at me as if contemplating whether I should be put in a mental hospital then or first thing in the morning, I quickly dialed Cara's number.

"Oh my god, Tori! I gave you so many missed calls and texts, and you only now reply!" She tried to sound stern, but failed because she couldn't hide the happiness in her voice.

"Yeah, sorry Cara, I was at the airport, and I was going to call you when I reached Los Angeles."I said. Then, both of us launched into an extremely long conversation about what had happened to us in the past two days.

It was only when we arrived at wherever we had arrived and the driver came up to open my door to open it, was when I said goodbye to Cara and stepped outside. 

And my eyes nearly fell out from looking at the sheer size of the place.

It was a mansion.

Marbled pillars, a huge lawn, a swimming pool, garage big enough to fit forty cars, a veranda, a porch, this was Barbie's dream house,

Minus all the pink.

I, being the very elegant and sophisticated young lady that I was, squealed like a 6-year-old girl and ran up to the grand, gigantic oak doors, opening them and looking in on everything in wonder.

Now, I will spare all the details that will most probably bore you to death and just simply tell you this. "IT.WAS.FREAKING.AWESOME."

Honestly, getting to be here on this show just gets better and better.

That's what I thought.

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