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Xénia point of view:

"Xénia, for god's sake, can you please listen to a word I say?! I am done with you," There she goes again. That was my manager, Rene. As sweet and as cute as she was, she was the worst in reproaching. She just knew what spots and what strings to play to make guilt eat me up alive even if what I was doing was entirely correct, which by the way rarely happens.

"Rene, please, listen to me, I am sorry, okay?!" I uttered. She rolled her eyes and started walking away as she said, "I told you, and warned you once, twice and three times, but you never listen. You always do what you think and all of us end up regretting it all. I am done with this. Get yourself a new manager cause I am done. I am over with you. You are the worst."

"Calm down, please," I said as I went after her. I huffed as Noah went to her. Noah was her boyfriend and my best friend, he was the link between both of us and he was the one who introduced me to her in the first place.

"I got her," Noah said with a smile before he left with her. I headed to my room since we were practically in my house. Unlike most celebrities like myself, it was nothing big as a matter of fact, it is where I lived since I was sixteen. In the city where I had lived more than six years and four years of them were on my own, going to school and college. I preferred my parent's home, at least before they had the divorce and each of them lived elsewhere. Few months ago, I found out that my father got married and his wife was pregnant. I didn't get to attend the wedding...

I didn't even know until three years after they were married, and they had a daughter, Laila. I didn't know how I felt and even now, I don't. I don't like it but I don't hate it either. I have mixed feelings and I don't like that. I want to hate it so bad. I want to hate him for doing that to me, and practically replacing me, who once was his only daughter but I know that it was impossible. I was no longer his daughter, or at least, no longer acted like one.

I am always busy, from a photo shoot, to an interview, to a new movie or a series, or maybe even a new song. I have always dreamt of being a pop star, but that rarely happens. Modeling is how I started and then acting knocked on the door. My passion didn't die down and I found myself doing the impossible to sing a song. I wrote my own and thankfully I did. It got a good amount of views. I wanted to go on with singing but I never have the time.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed my make up remover. I was done with that face, the fake one I am forced to put twenty four seven if not even more. My only relief and release is my dream land, but even that attack me sometime.

I sighed as I remembered why Rene was that mad. She hated what I did more accurately what I said. However, I couldn't stay silent or do otherwise. I knew how she would react and I knew it was bad, but I also knew that it must be said even if no one...