Prologue
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When I was ten years old, I knew I was special. Just like how every other ten-year-old had thought about themselves. I thought I could do anything and everything i set my mind to. I would write big goals and dreams in my journal when I was twelve, and I had a feeling that one day I was going to tick all those boxes because i just knew i could.
My best friend Harvey and I made plans for what we will do once we are famous.
"I am going to buy a plane and then fly all around the world" She had said.
"Good idea! And i can buy a ship and go on a cruise whenever we want and wherever we want." I had replied with the same enthusiasm. We were only thirteen then, but we already knew what we were going to be when we grew up.
"I am going to be the best actor this world has ever seen. Crowds will pull up to see my movies."
"I am going to write your scripts and also novels with the most amazing love stories that people are going to remember for a long time." I had announced then, but the only thing I wrote for her that people actually remembered was her eulogy.
It was two summers later, when we were both seventeen. She was visiting her grandparents. Did not pick up our regular phone call. Thought she was busy. Two days later, we saw on the news that a family was killed in a home invasion attempt. Names plastered on the screen, we knew it was her. Not quite the stuff of childhood dreams.
That was ten years earlier.
Right now i am picking up the eighth coffee cup from the table in just the first hour of my shift as the table behind me shouts for someone to take their order. "Is someone here to take my order or not? I do not have all day."
Fucking rude people.
"Coming right up."
"Good evening sir, your order please." I smiled the fakest smile I could manage.
These days, all my life has become a big bowl of part-time jobs. I had to do it to keep me afloat. To pay money for all the content i post on i********:. I thought it would not be hard. All i had to do was wear pretty clothes and pose for the pictures and followers and brand deals and money would come pooling in. If my situation could tell anything, it would be that I was wrong. Too wrong.
Maybe I should give up.
"Maya", my manager called to me.
Boy what now?
"Yes sir."
"See that man over there at table number six." He points with his eyes.
I turn around to find a man maybe in his forties staring right at us. Jeez.
When he realised that we are also looking at him he smiled at us. The smile it made me uneasy. It seemed to say 'i know you want something and i have that something.'
Suddenly, he stood up and started to make his way to me.
"Guess what i think he has fallen in love with you."
"f**k off sir."
"Hello miss Garcia. Pleasure to meet you."
"Hello mister and how do you know my name if I may ask?" I asked as politely as i could.
He had the most ordinary face. And what i mean by that is that there was nothing special about his face. His nose was pointed, flat brows, receding hairline. He was short and little, with sharp, brown eyes.
"I have seen your i********: account, 'TheMysteriousbee'. I am a fan if I could say so myself." right now
God, if you are planning to kill me in the coming week or month or even year, how about you do it right now? This is beyond embarrasing because, for starters, I only have about 5300 followers. Too little for someone to walk up to me and say that they are my fan and, secondly, my manager is standing there, and he does not know that. No one knows that, actually.
"Yeah well you see-"
"I had a proposal for you."
"Wha- what proposal?"
"I am a producer and i would like you take part in my show."
What show is he talking about. Surely not an adult show right?
"That you for your offer sir but I would have to decline."
"Miss Garcia I am sure you would change your mind once you hear all about it."
"I don't think sir I have no intention of taking part in any show. I have alrea-"
"Love in the Paradise."
Wait a minute.
"Excuse me?"
"I would like you to join the show as one of the contestants on that show."
Holy s**t.
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