Chp.1 “ Confessions of a Weirdo ”

`Rena’s Pov

I slowly dragged myslef out of bed,I would be performing today in St.Louis.The concert tickets were sold out,which meant that the arena would be PACKED! I was somewhat excited to get that adrenaline feeling deep in my gut. To perform for all of my loving fans who knew NOTHING about my personal life or what I’ve been through,but claimed to know EVERYTHING about me.I shrugged at the thought as I ran cold water for my shower. Last night I didn’t get to sleep until 12:30 pm due to the concert in Ohio.It was only 5:30 am ,and I had to be at the arena for a runthrough at 1:00. I was hoping that the cold water would wake me up from my tiredness.I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my breast and hair.I looked at myself in the mirror closely examing my features; same hazel/green eyes,same tiny pointed nose,same curvy/pink lips,same faint (almost unrecognizeable)freckles under my eyes disappearing near my nose. I was what Teen Magazine called “ a pure & natural beauty ”. I never questioned my looks, I’d always known that I was “endowed”,but unlike others I’d never let it get to my head.

I sighed as I brushed my teeth recognizing a micro sized bump had formed on my chin,thanks to Pro Active it’d be gone by tommorow. I’d always been very conscious about the way I look and how I present myself.Ever since I became famous I’d doubled my freaky, phycotic self examinations. I hummed the tune to my latest hit record, “ Sick of Bein` Lonely ”. I removed the towel from my sandy brown & blonde tinted hair.Instantly curls fell down to the middle of my back,and framing my face.Not really caring,I pulled my hair back in a clip allowing a few strands of curls to hang loosely.The tiny sized hairs that naturally swooped along my hair line bothered me,however I fought the urge to pull it back;knowing that it’d fall back in place immediately.

After spraying Paris Hilton’s fragrance all over my body,I entered my room again to put on something quick for rehearsal. I carelessly threw on a wifebeater, baggy black sweatpants, black J’s ,and a black and white Abercrombie hoodie. Grabbing my Nike duffel bag I walked out of my door to see Jimmy and Bianca eating. “ Hey .” I said grabbing while helping myself to the box of Kripsy Kreme donuts set on the table. I bit into a glazed donut,savoring the tast (knowing good and well that my health nutritionist had me on a diet,although I never followed it). “ Hey.” They both replied quietly. “ Where are we now?” I asked. Bianca hestitated before checking her watch and replying, “10 minutes away from the arena.” I simply nodded and helped myslef to one more donut before clutching my duffel bag and flopping down on the couch to watch Good Times.

Chris` Pov

I sat on the plane,in fear of what was to come. This would be my first time as a body guard. I had no previous experience and I had just been taken out of training. My job was to; make Sirena Deluna feel “safe”. They didn’t really NEED me,but Sirena’s manager was constantly nagging the head of her security department (Jimmy),and he felt the need to add a nonexperienced rookie to the team just to get her to stfu. From what I was told,I shouldn’t be alarmed or nervous because Sirena was in no serious harm.She just had these mindboggling “nightmares”. They decided that I was young and nice looking,and I’d fit the part to basically “make her feel safe”.Or whatever that meant.So basically I was being overpaid to make some delusional celebrity think that she’s normal.Whatever,as long as I was being paid. They wanted me to “befriend” her,because they felt that all she needed was someone to “trust” in and she’d be “fine”,with no more “nightmares”. I ,personally thought the whole idea was a bunch of b.s. The woman was a friggin’ CELEBRITY and if she couldn’t take the heat she should’ve stayed her a*! out of the d.m kitchen! I mean,GEEZ! All celebrities had scary nightmares I’m sure. I bet ALL celebrities feel paranoid at times.But why was this chick so special that she just NEEDED 5 body gaurds to “protect” her. The girl had JUST blown up and already she was making big (and pointless) demands.

Although I was TOLD not to feel nervous,I couldn’t help myself! No matter how delusional I thought the girl was,I couldn’t deny the fact that she was a perfect 10,and she had the sweetest voice I’d ever heard. How was I to fight the temptation and just do my job when this female was SIRENA friggin’ DELUNA?

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oooooooo snap Run dis

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We can hear the Angels callin us
We can see the Sunrise before us
and when U in that thang U make my body sang
U make it say:
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee
Wee Ooh Wee Ooh Wee

~Mrs. Officer~