SHAKE THAT ASS ,hollywood !

[, mykaela sawyer]

x's on the back of your hands,
WASH THEM IN THE BATHROOM TO DRINK LIKE THE BANDS.
and your setlist,
you stole of the stage,
HAD RED AND PURPLE LIPSTICK ALL OVER THE PAGE.

ugh, whatever. rolling her eyes, mykaela threw her sidekick down onto her bed. the lovely stepmother called. stupid father marrying stupid gabriella. and stupid austin for basically ruining her life. of course gabriella would call mykaela just to rub it in that her lovely son was dating one of mykaela's best friends back home. after he moved in her told mykaela that he'd respect her and leave her friends alone, but as soon as myki is shipped off to the city he hits on the first girl he sees. and it just so happened to be mandi, one of mykaela's closest friends. why did her father even have to marry that bimbo? the stupid puerto rican, spanish, mexican, whatever girl that he was so in love with. and she just had to bring a son who's two years younger than him. and it doesn't help that the two speak in spanish or puerto rican or whatever to each other all the time. bitch. probably talking about me.

the blonde instantly cheered up when she thought about the hot event that was happening in just a few hours. time to get ready. smirking, mykaela walked into the bathroom that connected into her bedroom. luckily every bedroom had their own bathroom, so ten girls didn't have to share just one. after locking the door behind her, she turned on the shower water and looked herself over in the mirror. it's time to look hot. ohwait, i already do. laughing to herself, she slipped off her clothes and stepped into the warm water. twenty minutes of shaving her legs, washing herself and shampooing and conditioning her hair, mykaela turned the water off and wrapped a light blue towel around her tiny body. she grabbed another smaller towel and rung out her hair before wrapping it up atop her head. she walked into the bedroom and looked through her many clothes to find a hot outfit for the premiere. once she settled on "like, the best outfit ever", mykaela set it out on the bed and returned to the bathroom to work on her hair and make-up. she applied her cover-up, then some black eyeliner and glitter. she gave her lids a smokey look and topped it off by lenghthening and volumizing her eyelashes with black mascara. pulling the towel off her head and out of her hair, she dried her hair and pulled it to the side, braiding it into a long, cute, messy braid off to the side, hanging over her shoulder. her bangs were straightened and in her face.

finally, she returned to the bedroom to pull on her clothes. a white spaghetti-strapped shirt that showed off her thin stomach and her belly ring hugged her torso. a white ruffly mini skirt hung from her tiny hips. she pulled on a pair of black combat boots onto her feet and smirked at reflexion in the wall-length mirror. in case it was cold, she grabbed her hot pink leather jacket and her black huge tote purse that has a picture of a city on the front. checking her phone for the time, she noticed a text from mandi. sighing, she figured she might as well tell her friend how she felt about the situation. the text was lengthy and basically said that she knew how mykaela would feel about the situation, and that she's sorry and can't help it but she does really like him. quickly texting back, mykaela said that it was whatever, they could do whatever they wanted even though both of them knew how mykaela would feel. if they wanted her to be mad, it was their decision.

mykaela smiled when she noticed the party was only a half hour away. she put her sidekick into her purse and grabbed her jacket before walking downstairs. she walked out the front door of the princess palace toward one of the five black limos in front of the house. she climbed into the closest one and the vehicle started moving. time to party.

once she arrived, she stepped out of the limo and flashed smile after smile as the paparazzi took tons of pictures. instead of a red carpet, it was pink, since princesses were definitely fans of pink. after what felt like a million pictures and autographs, mykaela entered the madame x nightclub. it was huge, and absolutely amazing. music was playing, the bar was open, the place was full of people dancing and chatting. it would definitely be a night to remember. and even better- the bar wasn't going to be carding anyone, which was amazing.

heading over to the bar, mykaela flashed smiles to cute boys that she passed, knowing that one would be her lucky hook-up for the night. she sat down on one of the red bar stools and ordered an apple martini. they had great service, it was handed to her within minutes. she smiled and took a sip, letting the strong liquid glide down her throat. yum. let the games begin. she thought as she turned in her seat to glance over the crowd and decide which boy to talk to first.

TAGGED ,everyone!
WORD COUNT ,884
OUTFIT ,the one pictured above.
CREDITS TO ,3OH!3 for lyrics.

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[sienna erickson]

some say im a black sheep.
SIENNA RENNE ERICKSON
( wake up around three o'clack and drink until my tummy ache. )

It was nearing time for the party as Sienna sat on her bed im-ing friends and family. She got reminders from her parents not to make a fool of herself scince she would be photographed, and not to go around hitting on guys scince she worked her ass off trying to stay with the one she's with. She uncrossed her legs, her eyes closed for a good two seconds before she opened them once again and opened her mouth to allow a yawn to escape. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and hopped down onto the floor, stumbling a bit scince her leg fell asleep.

Sienna ran her fingers through her wine red hair as she made her way into her bathroom. She slipped off her pajamas, a tank top and shorts, and stepped into the hot water. She grabbed her shampoo bottle, squeezed a small amount of shampoo into her hand and rubbed it into her wet hair. After a good few minutes of washing herself off with body wash, she washed the shampoo out of her hair and stepped out of the shower, her body dripping from the obvious shower water. To cover herself up she had a white towel wrapped around her thin frame.

She picked through her clothes, trying to find a decent outfit for tonight. Something presentable but not over the top, something flirty but not trashy or slutty. She finally decided on a blue and black stripped dress cut mid thigh and a pair of black boots. With her hair still in a towel she walked over to her vanity and tossed it around a bit before combing it out a straightening it. Once her hair was done she applied some black eyeliner to give her a smokey eye, lip gloss, and mascara.

Sienna smiled as she checked the time. For once she wasn't running out of time. The party was only a half an hour or so away and she had plenty of time to get there. She grabbed her black Chanel bag and slung it over her shoulder as she looked raound her room to find her Blackberry. When she foudn it she put it in her bag and was out the door.

Once she arived at the party she flashed her infamous smile. She stepped onto the pink carpet and posed a bit, soaking up all of the glitz and glamour. Lights were flashing everywhere, and she had to admit she was a bit star struck. After what felt like an eternity she entered the club and as promised, it was amazing. People were dancing, drinks were being served, music was blasting through the speakers. She drifted into the crowd as she tried to find a familiar face but no luck. She heading toward the bar with a smiled stretched on her thin lips. She ordered her drink and took a sip, still looking for anyone she knew, or might want to know, in the crowd.

outfit; click her name
notes; :D

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[cooper brooks ,]

( cooper elvis brooks

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[/color][/size]aking in a sip of his Arizona ice tea, his eyes glanced at his computer screen in a blank stare. He licked his paper thin lips, making a smacking sound. It was the weekend, approaching night time, and he had no idea what his plans where for tonight. It was an unusual situation for him, and like he does for many questions he has; he turned to his computer screen to answer the unsolved mystery of what Mr.Brooks was going to do on this mighty fine night. He could turn to photography, coloring, texting, watching some of his favorite movies that nobody else seemed to enjoy, editing some new pictures, sketching, anything at all but tonight he just wasn't planning on spending alone. Something in his mind was telling him that there was a place to be, something to do besides spend the night with himself. It was either that or he was going insane from not socializing with a whole bunch of people lately. So, when he had a question he always resorted to the Internet. He opened up an aim screen, opened up Internet explorer and opened up two tabs. But before he could even type in google he was alerted that he had a new email. He made a face, he never got an email, at least never on his personal account that he actually used for talking to people and not the one he has his myspace set too. This was so strange that he felt the need to investigate further, and double clicked on the link. When he opened it, it automatically opened up to the new email his setting already being saved and such it was just how he liked it. He gobbled up the email, his eyes quickly scanning the short note 'Hey New Yorkers ! Seen the show - I want it my way? Or have you at least seen the previews? Well, there's a premier party tonight. Yeah - for the actual show. See you at madame x asap.' The email was only sent about thirsty minutes ago, so Cooper decided that he had signed on just in time. The email was from the actual madame x night club business, he couldn't remember ever signing up to be on there e-mail list, but maybe some how they got a hold of everyone in that part of the new york city area's e-mail - or maybe he just gave it out to them on one of those rare occasions that he gets drunk.

T[/color][/size]he whole thing really did seem kind of shady. I mean who even gets these kind of emails. But then the fact that Cooper really didn't have anything else hit him. He hadn't gone out in a day- just sat there and editing pictures. And Coops isn't the kind to do that too often, and by now he was just itching for some attention. He wasn't the party king, but he wasn't the shy kid hiding in the corner. And th event did seem like it would be something that would be talked about, and just something that would be good to go to. I mean honestly, how cool would it be to be talking to people that would soon be on tv? Not something you would be able to do every day. And though Coops wasn't all for reality tv, nor the drama causing sluts on it, there has to be some good ol locals going also if he was invited. He put up an away , a simple one, saying 'out'. Because honestly he didn't know where he was going- in his mind he was saying he was going to the party in his heart he was feeling that the whole thing would turn out as a mess. He hates drunk fools, and he was just going to be putting himself around them. He picked his phone up off the table, slipped on some vans, opened up the door and started to walk. He was just sick of the house - it was kind of a weird and crazy move to just leave the house looking not top notch and not know if your going to be heading to a red carpet premier or not. For heavens sake, he was in a band t-shirt. He couldn't go, he just couldn't. He pulled out his iphone, dialing and texting a few people. Nobody was home, or everyone was at the party. Maybe he should re - think this.

I[/color][/size]f his friends where going, then maybe it would be laid back. Probably not as laid back as he was dressed, but there was no going back now, he was already almost there. Turning around and changing wouldn't be an option, and besides the party might have already started and by the time he actually chose a good outfit and change it might already be over. He went into his pocket, luckily he always had his thin little wallet on him, weather he was inside the house or not. So he would have money to get in. When he arrived he already had his wallet in hand, and now recently turning 20 he only had a year or so until he was able to drink. As of the moment, he had no intentions on doing so. But who knows, maybe once he turns 21 he would turn into a guy who just loves to drink away his problems, just because he could. But, that was in the future and there really was no time to worry in a time where he was supposed to be fun. Needless to say, opefully, there would be no drinks in his system and he would still have a good time. The 5'10 boy looked around, everyone was all glammed up. He stood out, but not in the best of ways. He would much rather be in tux and tie then what he was wearing now, but he was here to party,the lights would be out most of the time, who was there here too see? He started inching through the packed crowd, looking for any familiar face,or just to run into somebody and start a conversation with.


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[, maya rosetta]

I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK
as long as it's about me

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