This is a really short story, so I should be done, hopefully, this weekend. It's just a filler until the main event (episode 7). Enjoy! I spent a lot of time on the very last pic.
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I don't think there were too many people who didn't like "In the Moment." While they may have liked the cd, not too many people cared for my new image. They thought I was too wild to have a baby. So I partied harder. If they wanted to see irresponsible, I'd show it to them.
I was seen with many men who weren't my husband. Tabloids suspected I was cheating. Then I went on tour...and the family came with. When Jonas was 10 months old, I announced that I was pregnant.
Due to a newly "leaked" sex tape, many people question the father of my unborn child. Even people in my own camp seemed a little unsure as to the paternity. Only I really knew who the father was, and I was only giving one name: Marcello Puccini, my husband.
I finished the tour and returned home. My doctor suggested that I rest or I might loose the baby. So I did. For five months, no one heard a word from me. As the conspiracy theories started, my album sales continued to grow (supposedly there were hidden clues about where I'd gone).
I didn't come back until after my second child was born, and then I did a mini-tour. No one had seen the baby. Everyone wanted a picture to see who the child looked like. I said I'd allow the highest bidder to do a private photoshoot. The highest bidder was 7 million dollars. We were to meet at a small, secluded area in a park. I collected the money, but didn't show. I later issued the statement that the baby had caught a cold and we wouldn't be able to make it. We rescheduled for a later date at my mansion. They showed, but I didn't. Three tries later, they finally got the pictures.
Baby boy Fidor Puccini made his debut on the world stage. The pics were published, and the magazine got its highest sales for one day.
No one could tell who the father was, though.
You could never clearly see Fidor's face. I kept things that way on purpose.
After the mini-tour, I arranged a lot of public appearances: red carpet dates, movie premiers, talk shows, I did it all. When I couldn't sleep, my doctor prescribed a sleep aid, and it didn't take long for me to be hooked. Anything can be a gateway drug, and the sleeping pills allowed me to fall into old habits. Two kids and rumors that I was pregnant again by an unknown man, my PR people entered me into rehab. I wasn't serious though. I had people sneak me booz at night, and I left out to go to parties and go shopping. I finally had a doctor release a statement saying that I wasn't pregnant so that released me from that chokehold.
Then Marcello decided we needed a divorce.
A I decided I should set the house on fire.
He got the kids, and I got anger management, and a very brief stint in jail. When I got out, I got the kids back, then moved to Hollywood from San Diego to be nearer the production studio where I was about to film a movie. I completely cut Marcello out of mine and my kid's lives.
I needed to go in a new direction, and my movie would show people that I was no longer a little kid. No, Aartist was no longer kid and family friendly.
I was suddenly a hot vixen, red lipstick, dark hair, and blue eyes. I still had my killer body. To prove that I wasn't for the kids anymore, the movie was rated "R," and I did a sex scene and nuidty. Oddly enough, the movie was loved! People loved me as an actress, and I thrived on the new attention. I decided not to continue as a singer.
I released my final album, the rough, harsh, slap in the face "Piece of Me." The cd was well received, but not as well as I would have liked. Critics felt that the message was too harsh, and I would alienate many of my former listeners. But what did I care? I was becoming an actress!
