a lovely tale of a young girl who becomes an international movie star overnight ✨
When 14 year old Camryn Oak lands a role in a Marvel film, she is dropped head first into the deep end of fame and the struggles and advantages that come with it. As h...
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20/7/19
I huff out a drawn breath as I stroll into the Shangri-La Studio. The cold air hits my face instantly, making me forget all about the long lasting summer heat outside.
I mean honestly, I thought England was hot in the last months of summer.
The chilled room is adorned with different paintings of different genres, a fair few being old pop art. I make my way up the elevator, and finally get to the studio. My hands are shaking so much.
Here we go, you got this, you've done this heaps, come on...
I twist open the brass knob, and walk in.
Just as I imagined, there is a fairly large group of people all gathered around in strange seating positions. The main person I see, is Harry. And to no surprise, he's hanging over the edge of the couch with luminous pink sunglasses on that contrast directly to his blue t-shirt.
He immediately jumps up from the couch and runs over to me, picking me up in a warm hug. "Cam's here guys! It's getting real!" He shouts.
"Says the singer songwriter of like, 8 years." I smirk.
"Ooh, she's sassy today! We're gonna make good music!" Harry sings out, before ruffling my hair, and falling dramatically back onto the couch. He wiggles his sunglasses up and down in a goofy manner.
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I laugh, and walk over to a seat in the corner, placing my book on the coffee table. There's a gorgeous vase of orchids on the table, that work perfectly with the vibe of this room.
"So, what's been happening since we last saw you?" Harry asks.
I see he's sitting up again now, and has taken off his sunglasses. I breathe out.
I mean, not much has happened apart from the small fact that my best friend of 4 years is mad at me. So not much.
"Honestly, not much. But I wrote a few songs, so that's good."
"Ooh, let's hear them."
I nod shakily, and reach for my journal on the table. I flip to the right page, and start singing.
