Fan Servicing

It was hard to tell how red carpet events would go. The stars dress their best to be judged by the crowd behind the adoring smiles and camera flashes, but you do not find the judgement particularly friendly. There was so much protocol. So much pomp and so little breathing room. You would rather there not be such hidden animosities in such events. Screenings and public appearances were, after all, the culmination of all the years of long hard work the directors and their production teams had to sacrifice to make the final cut. However, it was the way of the world of celebrities. Even as you smile and sashay around in the bright red halter top dress and the lovely blonde curls that you so adored, you had to make it seem like you were having a good time under so much pressure, answering positively to the barrage of questions that the journalists shot at you, posing in front of the cameras alongside your co stars and husband to keep up the public image that was made for you. The only thing that was yours was your voice and controlled temperament. Every event was an ordeal, but you figured through so many years of doing celebrity things. You had gotten used to it. The glitz and glamour unlikable but now tolerated. You had wished for at least some time off after such things though Your feet were already killing you and the giddy sensation from the strobing lights all around you threatened to blind you completely. Still, you pushed on until you found the relief of the semi crowded hotel interior. You had a quick chat with your hubbie before you were ushered off towards the entrance of the dinner hall. At the very least, you had him closeby to keep you sane, and all the better since you knew how hectic your home city of New York could be like.