Photographs

Photographs

            Photographs, they can mean a lot or a little. They can be shared or something to keep private, maybe to remind you of someone. They can be an up lifter, or the beginning of your demise. For me, a single photo, taken on a single person’s cell phone ruined me. A photograph destroyed me. Oh, who is me you ask? Well I’m Luxe Rose, a seventeen year old, with a deep secret and a career bent on hiding it. But even if it is found out, actresses don’t pay for their sins, especially with the media as president.

            “Luxe take five!” my producer, Vent said. I work for a show called Blood and Bone, another vampire-werewolf show to feed the twilight (and I’d just like to add EW! I’ve met Robert Pattinson before, here’s a hint girls, and he’s not that hot!) Screaming fan girl’s addiction. I play the girl torn in between the vampire, Archer, and the werewolf, Zane. In real life they’re just my costars Storm and Kolt. I had just finished a make-out scene with Zane, or Kolt when I’m supposed to be dating Archer... er Storm. Kolt pulled his tongue out of my mouth.

            “Was I the best you ever had?” Kolt smirked. He was adorable, but a total ass. His dark hair, deep brown eyes, and naturally tan skin was the stereotypical werewolf look. So yes, he was hot but personality wise he was the biggest douche bag ever.         

            “Yes Kolt, the best I ever had was with a million guys on set filming me and an asshole with his tongue down my throat. That says I have a very, very sad love life.” I said sarcastically.   

             “Aw come on Luxe don’t be like that… you know you want more.” He taunted, and waited for me to take the bait. But I never did.

            “In your dreams” I said and strutted off to my dressing room. No doubt Myles wanted to do something to my hair. Myles was my fashion consultant/ personal hair stylist/ make-up artist all rolled into one guy. A very flamboyant gay guy to be exact, but he was Myles, and I loved him.

            “Heyyyyyyyy girl! So sit. How was that scene with Kolt? Was it hot? Cause it sure as hell looked hot from where I was.” Myles wagged his eyebrows.

             “Ew, no Kolt’s like a total man-whore. He walked on set today told me he banged Taylor Momsen, and then began hitting on me, again. Kolt just annoys the shit outta me.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

            “Hm, it sure didn’t seem that way on set.” Myles said, then went back to picking with my brown hair, with the slightest red highlights. I am pretty pale, for a celebrity anyway, and have blue eyes. I weigh about 99 pounds and am proud of it. It took me years to work it down to my weight.

            “Myles, stop, you’re grossing me out! Kolt Chase is a nasty man-whore and I so not like kissing him!” I said loudly, maybe too loudly.

             “Yes mam” Myles saluted to me, and began fumbling through his make-up bag murmuring ‘blush’. He finally found it and began applying it to my cheeks.

            “Luxe two minutes lets go!” Vent popped in my dressing room.

            “Alright, done!” Myles exclaimed. “You look gorgeous!” he said as I got out of her chair and headed off to set.

             “Thanks Myles love you!” I called.

            “So you’ll tell your gay hair dresser you love him but not me?” Kolt wound his arm around my waist.

            “Cause I actually love Myles, unlike you.” I pulled out of his arm.