Personal Narrative: Personal Identity

Being the sibling of a rising, hot Hollywood starlet is not the glamorous role that it seems. Well, alright, the parties and freebies and constant spotlight on your family does have its perks. Not to mention all the access to every hedonistic desire you could want, practically whenever you want it. But there is a downside to it as well: the stepping out of the shot for photo calls, the 3rd tier seating at awards shows, the neglect by your parents…but I digress.

For the sake of my all access pass and the privileges afforded to me by people in the Hollywood system, I’ll leave my sister’s name out of it. An intrepid reader may be able to piece together my identity from the tale that I am about to tell, but even if you can’t then that doesn’t …show more content…

You can buy another one,” I said, smiling at her. I knew exactly who she was, and I felt a little flutter in my stomach – really rare for me, I have to say – but I didn’t want to let on too soon and seem like one of those mouth breathing idiots that I had to deal with all the time with my sister. I bent down to help her pick up what was left of her phone. “Besides, we might be able to fix it,”

I took the pieces from her and started to pretend like I knew what I was doing in trying to put it back together. The truth was, the phone was totally smashed, thanks to a crappy design decision to make everything one piece. Thanks Steve Jobs.

“You look familiar,” I said, glancing from the pieces in my hands back to her face. “Were you in the show?”

“That shit? Hell no, I could never be that skinny,” she said. She had seemed really frustrated with the phone but I could tell that the tension was easing. “I don’t even know why I come to these things, I feel like I’ll catch an eating disorder just by being in the same room,”.

“Ha, well if that happened, maybe you would at least get a little bit of their height out of it,” I said. Terrible line, I know but I was struggling with the fake small talk and the attempt at putting the phone back together at the same time.

To my surprise, she smiled at this, a wry crooked little smile that again gave me a little whoosh in my stomach. She played along. “Are you calling me …show more content…

“We can give you a ride if you are going downtown. How’s your sister?” Dean said.

“She’s good. Still working, still making money,” I replied. “A ride would be great,”

I followed Dean and his girlfriend to their waiting car, a hybrid luxury sedan that had to cost a pretty penny. His driver got out and opened the door for us as we got into the backseat, with Dean in the middle. As we pulled into traffic, Dean asked where to and I gave the driver the address.

Sitting in the car, soft music playing over the professional quality speakers, Dean shrugged his coat off while his girlfriend texted on her phone. She had smiled at me a gorgeous smile but I knew that it was simple pleasantries since we didn’t run in the same circle and she clearly didn’t know who I was. That’s ok with me, I knew who she was – she had been in countless magazines and magazine covers, and both her and Dean had been photographed happily in the pages of many gossip mags.

“How’s business?” I said, not really knowing what else to say. Agents often were sleazy, mile a minute shysters but Dean seemed to have a different air about