Star Undercover

One

"Stop moving!" Vicky - The  makeup artist extraordinaire to international teen sensation, Hope Ellen, screeches and yanks her hair frustratingly as Hope spins around in the revolving chair, tilting her head back, cackling like a witch.

Oh Vicky gets riled up so easily.

"Keep that up I might just stick the wig permanently to your eyebrows." Vicky mutters, glaring at her.

Hope only shrugs, an impish grin crept up her rosy lips.

"I'd look hot with a wig on my eyebrow anyway."

Vicky shook her head slightly at her childish behavior, trying to hide the smile that is breaking the surface.

It amazes her how Hope had managed to keep herself positive and carefree when she had been in the business for such a long time.

There she is, sitting in front of her dressing table, in her room, preparing to go undercover as pool staff of Montello, a well known hotel in LA.

She drummed her fingers against her thighs impatiently, anticipating to be  Lucy Dale, a high school graduate instead of Hope Ellen, the actress slash singer and teen sensation.

For once in her life,  not one paparazzi will be hiding under her bed trying snap some embarrasing pictures of her  nor will she get accused for snogging life guards in Bahamas when she was actually cuddled up with her pillows in her bed, watching 22 Jump Street, gawking at Channing Tatum.

"Sit still Hope! It's almost done." Vicky mumbled into her hair as she adjusted Hope's wig. "And please, Beth. Do not let her near another revolving chair please, for the rest of her life." Vicky turned and looked at Beth, Hope's manager, a woman in her mid-forties.

Beth gives a small sigh of amusement, watching Hope silently in the corner of the room.

This little mission of going undercover was Hope's idea after she had spent her weekend watching old episodes of Hannah Montana,

Beth had saw it coming, no matter what she was doing, walking her dog - Pee Pee, making a sandwich or shaving her legs, the smallest matter would trigger the switch of the huge light bulb that hovers over her head.

" Please Beth, I'm 16 now, a teenager. I have the right to live like one." She had begged.

Beth raised an eyebrow at the desperate little girl.

"All I do is work, work, work; I never gone to a real school, nonetheless a prom; The only friends I have is you and Vicks." She started to list, picking up volume as she counted with her fingers.

" I don't know..." Beth smirked teasingly.

"C'mon please, I'll be good. I'll even throw in free car washes for a month."

"Beth. Beth. Beth. Beth. I'm not letting you go if you don't let me. Beth. Beth. Beth."

Needless to say, Hope got her way, she always did. Hope put her ability to annoy humans to her advantage.

"And done. " Vicky let out a sigh of relieve as she combed Hope's platinum blonde wig.

"Well, chop chop, your interview starts at 11. "

"But I've never really been to one before. " Hope started to doubt

"You've been to countless castings and auditions, it's simple. " Vicky patted her back.

Vicky could be right, she had nailed every single one of her auditions, except for one - where she had a little too much Mac and cheese and felt a little queasy. And soon after, the whole world knew about it.

So she made sure she didn't eat any Mac and Cheese today. That woudn't had been a very good first impression.

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" Have you had any working experience before?

" I worked for a several restaurants and smoothie bars. " She plastered the brightest smile on her face, speaking slowly and steadily.

"Hmm, I see..." The burly man in front of her stroked his mustache, wearing a tag that says 'manager'.