“Alright, I see you when I get there. Love you guys too.” The young Latina star hung up her cell phone before placing it square between her breasts. She had already finished getting ready for the charity event, though she hadn't spent much time doing so. While other celebs attending might have cleared their whole schedule for the spa, hair dresser, makeup team, and tailor, she simply woke up, took a shower, and put on an outfit her friend Jackson had gotten her from Barcelona when he had gotten back after doing his first modeling gig there as sort of a guest star. For a guy, he really knew how to put together a nice outfit for women. She added the finishing touches by slipping on a pair of silver hoop earrings. With a last look in the mirror, she grabbed her clutch and headed out, clutching at the soft fabric of her flowing dress. Avoiding her pets so that she didn't get fur on her before she even arrived, she blew them kisses and waved farewell to the pet sitter before exiting her lavish Hollywoood mansion, slipping into the limo waiting for her outside.
As soon as she stepped out of the long pink limousine she was greeted by flashing lights and a plethora of chatter. She immediately put on a smile and made her way down the velvet blue carpet, waving at those paparazzi and stopping every so often to pose before finally heading inside. Her bright brown eyes scanned the area and the lightest frown of disapproval formed against her lips, her brow pinching and pulling down slightly as she noted what she considered to be a small and unimpressive venue. Shaking her head, she walked through the crowd and would every so often stop and take a selfie with a friend or chat for a few seconds. Many congratulated her on her latest movie, digging for information on whether she'd be coming out with another any time soon. She dropped a few hints of yet another movie though she gave no detail as to what it might be about before making her way away from the masses.
She was stopped by a reporter that she vaguely recognized from MTV and offered a smile. “Ginger Whitson, right?”
“Yeah! I hope you don't mind! I'd really love to get a short interview with you. Just a few questions!”
“By all means.”
“Alright! Thanks. First of all, such an honor to meet you!”
“Thank you, Ginger.”
“Also, I'd like your opinion on charity events like this. There's been a few rumors that you've stood at odds with a few Hollywood big wigs due to different views on the way charity events should be held.”
“The rumors are true. I usually actually hate attending a lot of these things. Half the people can't remember what they're donating for until their personal assistant or manager reminds them. And I feel like a lot of people are just here for the wrong reasons. Sure, they care about improving lives, I hope. But you have to ask yourself, why does it seem like most of the time everyone here is more concerned with having their picture taken, drinking, hooking up, and scoping out new deals with the industry's artists? I can guarantee you that at least eighty-five percent of every manager, producer, director, and screenwriter looked for new potentials for a project before they took a moment to think about the cause.”
“Wow. That's quite an accusation.”
“I speak what I feel and I call it like I see it. I've been coming to these things since I was old enough to walk and almost every single time it's the same thing. Honestly, if we really wanted to help cancer patients, the charity could have been held at the hospital. It would absolutely make the patients' night just to see half of us, to speak with us, take pictures. We could raise money while at the same time comforting.”
“A lot of people have gone on record before and still continue to do so, accusing you of being sanctimonious. Obviously you wouldn't agree. What do you have to say about it though?”
“They can say what they want. Everything I do is for my fans. You could take away all of my deals, my connections, my money, my house. Right now. I would still do what I do and perform for my fans because I know it makes them happy. I feel like a lot of celebrities under-appreciate their fans and don't realize just how much they mean to them. It's hard being in the spotlight. It's hard having your life, your every move be constantly watched and graded by others. It's no reason not to have fun. We're all humans and we all have the right to indulge. But as such major figures across the world we have an example to set.”
“Wow. That's really deep. Uhm. Thank you for this! Please, enjoy your time here!”
She gave a polite smile and a nod, opting to take a photo with the young reporter before seeking out her seat. She was directed by an usher and found herself approaching a long time friend of hers, Wesley Reed, and stooped to give him a hug. She offered the other men at the table a soft blush, a smile, and a gentle nod of acknowledgment. They were talking business. Of course. Because they couldn't wait another few hours until the event was over to make their pitches. Waiting until the next day to contact an agent was unheard of. But she didn't let her displeasure show that much, only subtly frowning until she took her seat. As a waiter came near her, she lifted a finger gently and beckoned him near. “Alex! Working again, I see.” She gave a light chuckle and the two exchanged words before he disappeared and came back with a chilled bottle of blackberry wine. Most people thought she was strange to drink her red wines chilled but she hated drinking many hot things with the exception of her cocoa and tea. She avoided the gaze of the others, instead letting her eyes roam the room. She saw her adoptive mothers both seeming to attempt talking to others about work as well, a small smile etching across her features.
