Chapter 2: Chapter One: Welcome to New York City Part One

You finally made it to New York City. A city of lights and all kinds of life all in one city. There's so much to do and so many celebrities to meet. You just hope you have some extra time to go out and see at least a couple of tourist attractions.

The private plane stops and you get up to greet the hundreds of fans waiting for you at the airport strip. Looking out the window, you see police officers and your security guards standing side by side and making sure that the people don't get near you when you get off. You see your black limo waiting for you, so it looks like you'll have to make this a little quicker. Oh, but you can't leave your fans without saying hi to them.

You exit from the plane's entrance as soon as it opened and the people start cheering your name, they scream, It's the first time they get to see you in person, and they're crying. You wave to all your fans who are cheering you on and you make your way down the stairs.

Y/n: Hello New York City!

That seems to hype everyone up even more since you acknowledge them and greeted the big city. As you take the last step down, four of your bodyguards surround you and walk you to your limo. All the cameras are on you and are snapping. The lights from the cameras are a little blinding, but you've been getting used to that. Besides, these people want to see you at your best, so you show them a bright smile as you continue to wave to them. You can hear some of them complimenting your outfit, saying they love you, admire you, they want to be you. You've heard it all before.

One of your bodyguards opens the limo door for you and you get in before he shuts the door. The limo speeds off, leaving everyone to see you go into the city.

Y/n: Hey sir, how long until we get to the hotel?

Driver: About thirty-five minutes.

Y/n: Hm, alright thanks.

You shut the window that separates you from the driver before you sit back and relax. This limo's windows are very tinted. You doubt anyone will be able to see you from inside the limo. But at least you can kind of see the city.

Your phone rings. Taking your phone out of your small purse, you see that it's your agent 'Beverly' calling you. Probably just calling to make sure you're okay and if next time you need more security.

*Y/n: Hey Beverly, what's up?*

*Beverly: Y/n, darling. How was the flight? You didn't get sick, did you? Cause I'll send in a team of doctors if that's-*

*Y/n: No, it's okay I'm fine. I didn't get sick.*

*Beverly: Oh good, 'cause we need you in tip-top shape for your first shoot in the city. When you get back to the hotel, you'll meet the owner and her employees before going to the shoot. Your interns already went to your room and unpacked all of your things. So don't be late for the shoot!*

*Y/n: Hey, I've never been late for a shoot.*

*Beverly: I know, I just want to remind you since this shoot is going to be one of the biggest ones you'll be going to go. The photographer's name is Axel Jaxon.*

*Y/n: One of New York's top five famous photographers?!*

*Beverly: That's right. He loves your music and how you carry yourself. It would be a dream come true if you give him your autograph and picture after the shoot.*

*Y/n: No worries, I can do that.*

*Beverly: After that, it's back to the hotel, and have dinner with the owner of the hotel. I got you the entire penthouse on the top floor and the only thing the owner wanted in return is for you to post selfies of you enjoying the stay on StarGram. She even reserved the indoor and outdoor pool, the indoor gym, and the restaurant just for you.*

*Y/n: You got me a penthouse for free?! How did you do it? I would believe you if she wanted some money and for me to make their hotel look good.*

*Beverly: I have my ways Y/n, you know that. Well... okay, you got me. I've known her since high school. We weren't best friends and more like study buddies, but anyway, I knew her father passed a few years ago and gave the hotel to her and now she owns it. I hit her up and asked for a great room and she recommended the penthouse in exchange for your willing cooperation in making her and the hotel a hit.*

*Y/n: There it is. But yeah, no problem.*

*Beverly: Good, and umm let's see... Oh! In the morning you have another shoot and at night you'll be hanging out with one of New York's famous rappers '17GoldChainz' I know that name sounds familiar to you. He says he's been thinking of doing a song collab with you and wants to meet you in his studio and for you to go out with him and his friends to a nightclub that's near the studio. Don't worry, it's not one of those ugly nightclubs. I checked, and it's perfect for a star like you to be in. So for that wear something hip or however you kids call it. There's going to be a bunch of paparazzi taking pics of you two.*

*Y/n: Haha, okay Beverly. How long am I staying in New York anyway?*

*Beverly: About two months, after that you're going to Chicago.*

*Y/n: Alrighty.*

*Beverly: Yup, welcome to New York City. Enjoy yourself, I got to go. I'll text you after your dinner with the owner.*

*Y/n: Okay, later.*

You hang up and stare out the limo-tinted windows. You've never been to New York City, and you hope that you'll make at least one friend here. But then again, you're on tour. It'll be difficult to maintain a friendship when you could be a thousand miles away from them. But who knows, all you can do now is go to your shoot and have a good time.

You finally arrive at the "Royal Renaissance Hotel". One of New York's most expensive hotels and penthouses, and from checking your phone, the penthouse you'll be staying at would have cost you a little over sixty grand for the two months you'll be staying with them. You think to yourself that maybe the hotel never had a celebrity stay with them and so maybe that's why the owner is letting you stay for free. Just so you can post pics on StarGram about how cool it is and stuff.

One of your bodyguards opens the door for you and you grab your purse before heading out. A red carpet is beneath your feet leading to the hotel entrance doors where the owner, a middle-aged beautiful Latina woman, and in her red business suit, stands proudly alongside her top employees. When you exit the limo and walk toward the hotel, paparazzi are taking dozens of pictures per second.

Of course, there are the fans shouting your name while police officers try to keep them calm and remain behind the red ropes. Putting on a quick pose for the cameras and greeting your fans makes you feel as bright as the sun. You even give some of them your autograph or shake their hands. There were definitely a few tears of joy shed by your actions.

When you get to the entrance, two of the employees open the doors for you and the owner, and side by side, you two walk inside the hotel together.

Owner Eliana: Welcome to the hotel miss Y/n, I am Eliana Valentina. The owner of this beautiful hotel, we hope you enjoy your stay.

Y/n: (Smiles) Thanks so much for having me here.

Owner Eliana: It's no trouble at all. Your room is on the top floor. Do not worry, I cleared out the entire five top floors and your bodyguards will be here in the lobby to ensure your safety.

You walk into the elevator alone after she presses the button. She welcomes you here to the hotel again before the elevator doors shut. It seems like she's a very nice person. You're sure you won't have a problem eating with her in the hotel's restaurant.

After the elevator door slides open, you head down the hallway and open the door to your penthouse. It's absolutely stunning. Modern black tiles in both the living room and kitchen. The living is as big as two master bedrooms, white velvet sectional couch, and a comfy black massage chair. A coffee table made entirely out of glass with diamonds shattered inside, and a big glass chandelier hanging above the center of the living room.

Since the windows are so big, there are no curtains, letting you see almost the entire city from up here on the 50th floor of the hotel. You don't mind this, just as long as you don't come walking in here with just a towel. As an A-list celebrity, you can never be too safe and sure.

The kitchen is like many you've seen before. A perfect modern kitchen for any modern person. You go to the bedroom and everything is set up for you. You get a queen-sized bed with yellow and golden sheets and blankets with lace designs, a gold color bed frame, and a waxed wooden floor. The lights here are modern, being that they're not lightbulbs and more like half a light spheres stick to the ceiling, giving you plenty of light.

Your make-up station is all set up and your closet is full of outfits and accessories. You remove what little makeup you had on and go with all-natural for this photo shoot. Besides, you're not a fan of having make-up on while exercising.

...At The Photo Shoot...

You're wearing a seamless yoga outfit, a pink ombre crop top with matching tight yoga pants. Right now, you're doing some common yoga poses while Axel takes the pictures.

Axel: Work it! I love that pose! Okay, someone bring her a water bottle! Y/n, can you get on that treadmill?

Y/n: (Smile) Yup.

You get on the treadmill and someone hands you a cold water bottle before quickly running off. You turn on the treadmill and Axel, along with his two helpers, take pictures of you from almost all angles. You strike a good pose with the water bottle while you run and Axel seems to be quite impressed.

Axel: Great! I got some good ones here! Alright, next is the basketball. Someone give her the ball!

You got off the treadmill and the people quickly move it out of the way while someone hands you a basketball. You do remember some moves you can do with this.

Axel: Alright Y/n, show us what you got!

You nod as you start to dribble the ball in different ways Axel was not expecting. You just put yourself in a scene where you're actually playing basketball and go from there. In the end, you spin the basketball on one finger and switch it up to your other hand without the ball stopping.

Axel: Yes! I didn't know you could do that, but keep it up! This will look good for the Women's Fitness magazine.

You continue to do as he says, spinning the ball, dribbling the ball, and posing with the ball, until he eventually gets tired. He's known for taking over a hundred photos per shoot and he does this to ensure he's getting the best pictures out of this shoot.

Axel: Alright and we're done! It was a pleasure to work with you Y/n.

Y/n: Same here, I haven't played with a basketball in years. I'm glad I still got it.

Axel: Before you leave, is it okay if I get your autograph for my daughter? She and I love your music.

Y/n: No problem, what's her name?

Axel: Crystal Jaxon, thank you so much. I know she'll scream when I give this to her.

You give him your autograph and a special autograph for his daughter before taking a selfie with him and posting it on StarGram. Wasn't long before that post gets a million likes in less than a minute of you posting it. That's nothing new. You know you'll get at least 30 million likes before you sleep tonight.