Our Moment
Prearranged Event
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Victoria’s POV:
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Well, I can officially claim that my happy mood is gone now. It’s been 3 hours already, and I am still stuck in Helen’s office. She keeps talking continuously, and basically I wasn’t giving her my attention. All she’s talking about is how I should dress, and what should I do when I’m asked a certain question on an interview. I always thought that celebrities just go on TV and answer spontaneously; never thought this is a previously prepared system. “So it’s settled, I’ll book the tickets for Wednesday.” What tickets? God, I should have concentrated.
“I’m sorry what tickets, Helen?” She rubbed her temple, trying to calm down. “If you’d stop day dreaming a little, you wouldn’t have asked me kid. Plane tickets for your photo shoot session for the upcoming album in Milan, Italy? Now do you know what the plane tickets are for?” I sighed, since I really hate taking pictures; it’s not easy to be on a 4 hour shoot. Wednesday… What do I have on Wednesday? I almost forgot! Zayn’s birthday will be this Wednesday! “Helen, postpone it to Thursday, please?” She exhaled and fiddled with her fingers. “And why is that? Victoria, you know how much this photo shoot will cut us time if we did it earlier, right? You still need to work on recording your songs, launching the promotion campaign, doing a testing material concert, s-…” I interrupted her because this was getting really stressing; which I don’t need right now.
“I know, you don’t have to name everything, Helen. But all I’m asking is just shifting it to one day ahead that’s all. I have a prearranged event to attend.” She crossed her arms and looked at me in curiosity. “And how come I don’t know about this event?” There is no use to negotiate with her; I guess I’ll have to tell her.“I’m invited to Zayn Malik’s birthday, that’s why.” She made an interested face, and then she nodded.“Alright, we’ll move it to Thursday.” I smiled at her with appreciation, and she took a sip of her water glass.
…. Arriving to Lunch ….
I previously texted Zayn, that I might be a little late for lunch, considering the traffic. He was kind enough to tell me that it was definitely fine. As soon as I parked my car, I took my sunglasses off; checking if my face was still presentable. I haven’t been to this restaurant before, but it seems a little fancy to be honest. I locked my vehicle, and walked to the main entrance (http://www.polyvore.com/diva_in_pure_royal_turquoise/set?id=109940269&lid=3232549).
As I was approaching the door, my eyes spotted some girls standing outside with their phones pointed to the window. One of them turned around, and gasped hugely when she saw me. “YOU’RE VICTORIA PARKER!” I smiled and nodded, as the other 3 girls imitated their friend’s action; as soon as they noticed me. “Please sign our T -shirts!?” They were excited and I couldn’t tell them no. “Sure, hand me the pen darlings.” They smiled and gave me a marker, turning their backs for me to sign their shirts.
“There you go.” I gave one of them the marker back, and they smiled in appreciation.“Are you meeting with Zayn inside?” I cocked my head to the left, wondering how they found out.“Is that who you were trying to take a picture off from the window?” They all looked at each other, and from the blush that formed on their cheeks; I knew I was right. “How about you come along with me to the inside, and I’ll let you take a real picture with him? Sounds good?”
The 4 girls were overjoyed with the news; it was like they have won the lottery. “See guys! I told you she isn’t snobby or mean!” The shortest one, with freckles on her nose, said to her friends. People might get the assumption that I’m mean or snob because of the mask I am regulated to wear. The media requires a different personality from the one in real life; tough job huh?
“Well, let’s get going shall we?” I smiled at them, and they followed my lead to the inside of the restaurant. “Welcome to Bridges Restaurant, Do you have a reservation Miss?” I nodded, and I heard the girls behind me mumbling in shyness. “Parker reservation for two.” I fixed my watch on my wrist, and waited as the receptionist typed in the details. “Miss Parker, please follow me.” I smiled and tilted my head for the girls to follow. As I walked through the tables, I felt all the eyes were staring at me; possibly because I’m known that much? Fame has already made me fit in all popular edges, hasn’t it?
Victoria’s POV:
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Well, I can officially claim that my happy mood is gone now. It’s been 3 hours already, and I am still stuck in Helen’s office. She keeps talking continuously, and basically I wasn’t giving her my attention. All she’s talking about is how I should dress, and what should I do when I’m asked a certain question on an interview. I always thought that celebrities just go on TV and answer spontaneously; never thought this is a previously prepared system. “So it’s settled, I’ll book the tickets for Wednesday.” What tickets? God, I should have concentrated.
“I’m sorry what tickets, Helen?” She rubbed her temple, trying to calm down. “If you’d stop day dreaming a little, you wouldn’t have asked me kid. Plane tickets for your photo shoot session for the upcoming album in Milan, Italy? Now do you know what the plane tickets are for?” I sighed, since I really hate taking pictures; it’s not easy to be on a 4 hour shoot. Wednesday… What do I have on Wednesday? I almost forgot! Zayn’s birthday will be this Wednesday! “Helen, postpone it to Thursday, please?” She exhaled and fiddled with her fingers. “And why is that? Victoria, you know how much this photo shoot will cut us time if we did it earlier, right? You still need to work on recording your songs, launching the promotion campaign, doing a testing material concert, s-…” I interrupted her because this was getting really stressing; which I don’t need right now.
“I know, you don’t have to name everything, Helen. But all I’m asking is just shifting it to one day ahead that’s all. I have a prearranged event to attend.” She crossed her arms and looked at me in curiosity. “And how come I don’t know about this event?” There is no use to negotiate with her; I guess I’ll have to tell her.“I’m invited to Zayn Malik’s birthday, that’s why.” She made an interested face, and then she nodded.“Alright, we’ll move it to Thursday.” I smiled at her with appreciation, and she took a sip of her water glass.
…. Arriving to Lunch ….
I previously texted Zayn, that I might be a little late for lunch, considering the traffic. He was kind enough to tell me that it was definitely fine. As soon as I parked my car, I took my sunglasses off; checking if my face was still presentable. I haven’t been to this restaurant before, but it seems a little fancy to be honest. I locked my vehicle, and walked to the main entrance (http://www.polyvore.com/diva_in_pure_royal_turquoise/set?id=109940269&lid=3232549).
As I was approaching the door, my eyes spotted some girls standing outside with their phones pointed to the window. One of them turned around, and gasped hugely when she saw me. “YOU’RE VICTORIA PARKER!” I smiled and nodded, as the other 3 girls imitated their friend’s action; as soon as they noticed me. “Please sign our T -shirts!?” They were excited and I couldn’t tell them no. “Sure, hand me the pen darlings.” They smiled and gave me a marker, turning their backs for me to sign their shirts.
“There you go.” I gave one of them the marker back, and they smiled in appreciation.“Are you meeting with Zayn inside?” I cocked my head to the left, wondering how they found out.“Is that who you were trying to take a picture off from the window?” They all looked at each other, and from the blush that formed on their cheeks; I knew I was right. “How about you come along with me to the inside, and I’ll let you take a real picture with him? Sounds good?”
The 4 girls were overjoyed with the news; it was like they have won the lottery. “See guys! I told you she isn’t snobby or mean!” The shortest one, with freckles on her nose, said to her friends. People might get the assumption that I’m mean or snob because of the mask I am regulated to wear. The media requires a different personality from the one in real life; tough job huh?
“Well, let’s get going shall we?” I smiled at them, and they followed my lead to the inside of the restaurant. “Welcome to Bridges Restaurant, Do you have a reservation Miss?” I nodded, and I heard the girls behind me mumbling in shyness. “Parker reservation for two.” I fixed my watch on my wrist, and waited as the receptionist typed in the details. “Miss Parker, please follow me.” I smiled and tilted my head for the girls to follow. As I walked through the tables, I felt all the eyes were staring at me; possibly because I’m known that much? Fame has already made me fit in all popular edges, hasn’t it?
Notes
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