New Life

Bebe woke up and stretched. She sat up and realized she was no longer in her living room. "The fuck?!" She looked around and saw she was in a messy mobile home living room. There were pizza boxes on a particle board coffee table along with a make-up mirror and some tubes and vials of make-up. There was some tacky art on the wall. She could see a small kitchen from the living room.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" she said as she stood up. She then noticed she was wearing a dark red thong, and nothing else. She did not feel groggy as if she was ****, and she could tell she was not ****. "Hello?"

No answer

She looked around and got up. She walked to a small bedroom with a twin bed, a dresser, and a vanity. Cheap clothing were strewn around. There was a small bathroom, and the sink counter was completely full of make-up and women's products.

Bebe took her phone out of her pocket. It was not her phone, though. It was an older model iPhone with a pink case. She used her fingerprint, and the phone came on. It was 9:45 am. She went to call her agent, but her agent's contact was not in her phone. She did not know the number off the top of her head. She went to call a friend, but not of her friend's were in the contacts and she did not recognize anyone but her parents in the contacts. She opened a browser and looked up her agent's number and called it.

"McKenzie and Cohen talent agency," said the receptionist. "How many I help you?"

"Jacob Gold please," said Bebe.

"Who may I say is calling."

"Bebe Rexha."

"And what is this about?"

"Tell him I'm in trouble and need him."

"And you are...?"

"Bebe Rexha!"

"And who are you exactly?"

"I'm his client! Please, just put me through."

There was a pause.

"I'm sorry, but you are not on his client list. Would you like to come in for an interview?"

"NO! He's my agent! This is an emergency!"

"Sorry, ma'am, but you're not."

"I'm Bebe Rexha!"

"I do not know you, and you are not on his client list. Please, would you like an interview?"

Bebe hung up.

Bebe looked out the window and saw other small mobile homes. She then looked down on a small table and saw an envelope. It was a water bill. It had her name and an address she did not recognize. She saw a worn pink wallet and grabbed it. She opened it to see her driver's license. Instead of her Beverly Hills address, it had the address she did not recognize.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" she yelled.