Post by DOMINIQUE KATHERINE JONES on Oct 25, 2009 16:47:46 GMT -6
After all the pain you put me through,
I can't stand to see the sight of you.
And you won't drown me in your misery.
You'll have to find someone else you be your company.
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Dominique Kathrine Jones.
"Dom"
Interviews weren't exactly Dom's strong point, when it came right down to it. The seventeen year old's history wasn't unlike many other kids living in the suburbs of L.A., aside from the fact that her father wasn't just another accountant or a business man like theirs. Hers happened to be one of the most famous screenwriters in Hollywood today: Robert R. Jones, the man on everyone's mind and the man whom she loathed entirely. Luckily for her, no interviewer asked any further questions about his daughter, the up and coming actress. As soon as she mentioned her father's name, the girl could feel the spotlight moving from herself to her "charming and brilliant" father. Every interview followed the same routine, and to her, it felt like no one even cared about her career. The people in Hollywood just wanted to dirt on her father, and used her as a prop to get it. Of course, she didn't expose much. Dominique just told them about how great a father he was to her, all the wonderful qualities he had, and yadda, yadda, yadda. The same speech was said, with different variations each time of course, on every television station, in every Youtube special, and in every blog she posted. Her speech, which was regulated by daddy and his agent, was something she was growing tired of and just wanted to dispose of it.
As she walked onto the E.T. studios, she was greeted by her own agent and whisked away to the make-up room. There, her face was all dolled up, with bronzer on her cheeks and that "natural" look that was so in season nowadays, and passed along to the hairdresser. The despondent woman proceeded to place mounds of curlers in Dom's long, chestnut hair with a frown in place.
Normally the young girl would've said something to cheer her up, but it seemed to be a waste of breath. She remained silent until her time on television was up. The cameras fired up, and the men behind them got into place, ready to wrap up today's episode. Familiar butterflies plauged Dom's stomach, but she paid no mind, only letting her flattering smile grow wider as Heath Peters turned to her, his that fake Hollywood expression.
"We're here with the up and coming actress, Dominique Jones, star of the indie classic 'Beverly Tuffet's Smile'. Welcome Dominique." He held out his perfectly manicured hand to shake, to which the girl happily obliged.
"Hello Heath. Thanks for having me on the show." She said politely, starting off the interview as she always did.
"No problem. Now tell us, what was it like filming 'Beverly Tuffet'..?"
"It was such an experience! The cast was awesome, and the movie turned out so wonderful." She laughed slightly, remembering all the good times she had with the cast in Toronto. "I couldn't have asked for a better time."
"Good, good. What about your father? What was growing up like with a famous screenwriter for a father?"
Of course, here was were it all went to shit. Where her father took the spotlight, even when he wasn't around. She sighed slightly and shrugged. "It was tough..." Dominique simply stated, not bothering to stick with her cookie-cutter-perfect family story. Heath stared at her with a sort of shocked expression for a moment, but didn't let it linger.
"That doesn't sound like the other stories I've heard." He commented, his eyes glazing over as interviewer's always did when they were hit with some crazy confession. "Go on..."
Taking a deep breath, the girl ran a shaky hand through her now curly hair, knowing that when she got home tonight there would be hell to pay.
"Well, I know that every other interview I've done, I've always had the same story. Let me just say for the record, none of it was true. He wasn't the great father I led you to believe, and I apologize for lying. Robert R. Jones, as you and I both call him, since I cannot bring myself to call him 'father', is nothing more than a power hungry jerk who doesn't deserve any of your praise." She could feel the color rising in her cheeks and the anger building.
By now Heath was leaning forward in his chair, hungry for more information. They'd finally broken Dominique Jones, and were in for the scandal of a lifetime....
"It all began when my mother died giving birth to me." Dom began, holding back the tears. "My dad had been a very peaceful and loving person then, I was told, but he was so in love with her, I suppose her death changed him in such a way that it was irreversable." The eighteen year old paused for a moment, wondering what to say next. This wasn't easy for her, but these poor people needed to know the truth. She was done lying to them.
"Ever since I was a baby, I knew he didn't love me. I could feel the hatred pouring from his very pores when I was in the room." Sure, it was dramatic, but very true. "He tried to pawn me off on relatives, claiming that he couldn't handle me, but they refused since none of them had the money he did. So, he was forced to live with me, and I with him."
"Maybe he blamed me for my mother's death, or something to that effect, but he treated me horribly. When we lived in the east for a while, I was about five, I asked him to tell me about my mother, but he refused." She sucked in a breath, tears threatening to spill over her eyes. "That was the first time he... he... hit me."
She could hear the gasp ring throughout America, and pictured her father's agent frantically dialing the man's private number. It was then that she decided that home was not where her heart was; She was never going to go back again.
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Dominique Kathrine Jones.
"Dom"
Interviews weren't exactly Dom's strong point, when it came right down to it. The seventeen year old's history wasn't unlike many other kids living in the suburbs of L.A., aside from the fact that her father wasn't just another accountant or a business man like theirs. Hers happened to be one of the most famous screenwriters in Hollywood today: Robert R. Jones, the man on everyone's mind and the man whom she loathed entirely. Luckily for her, no interviewer asked any further questions about his daughter, the up and coming actress. As soon as she mentioned her father's name, the girl could feel the spotlight moving from herself to her "charming and brilliant" father. Every interview followed the same routine, and to her, it felt like no one even cared about her career. The people in Hollywood just wanted to dirt on her father, and used her as a prop to get it. Of course, she didn't expose much. Dominique just told them about how great a father he was to her, all the wonderful qualities he had, and yadda, yadda, yadda. The same speech was said, with different variations each time of course, on every television station, in every Youtube special, and in every blog she posted. Her speech, which was regulated by daddy and his agent, was something she was growing tired of and just wanted to dispose of it.
As she walked onto the E.T. studios, she was greeted by her own agent and whisked away to the make-up room. There, her face was all dolled up, with bronzer on her cheeks and that "natural" look that was so in season nowadays, and passed along to the hairdresser. The despondent woman proceeded to place mounds of curlers in Dom's long, chestnut hair with a frown in place.
Normally the young girl would've said something to cheer her up, but it seemed to be a waste of breath. She remained silent until her time on television was up. The cameras fired up, and the men behind them got into place, ready to wrap up today's episode. Familiar butterflies plauged Dom's stomach, but she paid no mind, only letting her flattering smile grow wider as Heath Peters turned to her, his that fake Hollywood expression.
"We're here with the up and coming actress, Dominique Jones, star of the indie classic 'Beverly Tuffet's Smile'. Welcome Dominique." He held out his perfectly manicured hand to shake, to which the girl happily obliged.
"Hello Heath. Thanks for having me on the show." She said politely, starting off the interview as she always did.
"No problem. Now tell us, what was it like filming 'Beverly Tuffet'..?"
"It was such an experience! The cast was awesome, and the movie turned out so wonderful." She laughed slightly, remembering all the good times she had with the cast in Toronto. "I couldn't have asked for a better time."
"Good, good. What about your father? What was growing up like with a famous screenwriter for a father?"
Of course, here was were it all went to shit. Where her father took the spotlight, even when he wasn't around. She sighed slightly and shrugged. "It was tough..." Dominique simply stated, not bothering to stick with her cookie-cutter-perfect family story. Heath stared at her with a sort of shocked expression for a moment, but didn't let it linger.
"That doesn't sound like the other stories I've heard." He commented, his eyes glazing over as interviewer's always did when they were hit with some crazy confession. "Go on..."
Taking a deep breath, the girl ran a shaky hand through her now curly hair, knowing that when she got home tonight there would be hell to pay.
"Well, I know that every other interview I've done, I've always had the same story. Let me just say for the record, none of it was true. He wasn't the great father I led you to believe, and I apologize for lying. Robert R. Jones, as you and I both call him, since I cannot bring myself to call him 'father', is nothing more than a power hungry jerk who doesn't deserve any of your praise." She could feel the color rising in her cheeks and the anger building.
By now Heath was leaning forward in his chair, hungry for more information. They'd finally broken Dominique Jones, and were in for the scandal of a lifetime....
"It all began when my mother died giving birth to me." Dom began, holding back the tears. "My dad had been a very peaceful and loving person then, I was told, but he was so in love with her, I suppose her death changed him in such a way that it was irreversable." The eighteen year old paused for a moment, wondering what to say next. This wasn't easy for her, but these poor people needed to know the truth. She was done lying to them.
"Ever since I was a baby, I knew he didn't love me. I could feel the hatred pouring from his very pores when I was in the room." Sure, it was dramatic, but very true. "He tried to pawn me off on relatives, claiming that he couldn't handle me, but they refused since none of them had the money he did. So, he was forced to live with me, and I with him."
"Maybe he blamed me for my mother's death, or something to that effect, but he treated me horribly. When we lived in the east for a while, I was about five, I asked him to tell me about my mother, but he refused." She sucked in a breath, tears threatening to spill over her eyes. "That was the first time he... he... hit me."
She could hear the gasp ring throughout America, and pictured her father's agent frantically dialing the man's private number. It was then that she decided that home was not where her heart was; She was never going to go back again.
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Although Briar had been coping with countless interviews for the past year, it was still proving difficult for the seventeen year old to learn the ins and outs of the process easily. Every interviewer was a far cry from the next, and so on, making things harder to grasp. She tried, however, and was quite glad that Anthony was being kind to her. Many of the other celebrities who had hosted her interviews had that stuck-up air to them, and Briar knew that they had been wishing to be somewhere else, working on more serious acting. If that was the case with her new companion, then he did a terrific job at hiding it.
Briar had always been polite, even when growing up. Her parents had taught her well obviously knowing the importance of good ediquette and manners. It came in handy in situations like this, of course, and people tended to be more forgiving of her if she made a mistake. In the past year there had been a lot of those; the girl had come into the business with hardly any knowledge about anything. The transition had been extremely scary for the seventeen year old, but Briar had managed to keep her good girl
image in tact, and her manners as well. Most teen stars would have probably succumbed to drugs already, but it seemed that this girl had the willpower to keep off of them. At least for now.
They shook hands briefly, and his warm touch let her tensed muscles relax slightly. Now that she was positive he was human, and not like those other perfectly-groomed robots, she knew this was going to be somewhat easier than her other experiences. "I'm hoping your right." She told him, still smiling happily. "On T.V. it seemed that wasn't the case with you. You've always been in the spotlight, so it probably comes a bit easier, huh?" He probably wasn't eager to talk about himself, especially when his job was to interview her, but she couldn't help but be curious. She'd grown up seeing him in commercials and being that all-around funny guy on the television, but meeting him in person, it didn't seem real. Though of course it was. This was no time to be star-struck.
He provided some great tips, and when he mentioned it was pre-recorded, Briar let out that breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Thank God, she wouldn't embarrass herself too much in front of her younger fans. Though they would probably just laugh and be more forgiving then if it had been the teeanaged public. "I like this interview already." She commented, letting him continue. "No tricky ones, eh? And I was so ready for 'em too!" She laughed slightly and took his briefing sheet.
Her blue eyes surveyed the sheet for a moment before turning to look at Anthony once more. "It seems easy enough so I'm relieved." Briar was still pretty nervous, however. Maybe it was because of the fact she was in the same room as Anthony Sawyer. Of course, this happened at the start of every interview, but by this time she was usually put off by the celeb's diva-like attitudes. Though with him it seemed different. Perhaps he was a really great actor, which she didn't doubt, but he seemed just as nice and mannerly as he did on his show. Plus, the fact he was cute didn't help either. Though he probably was being strictly professional with her now and forever more, she couldn't help but wonder. Wonder if he had a girlfriend or anything like that. Her cheeks reddened at the thought, and the girl glanced back to the briefing sheet, hoping he didn't notice.
"Umm, so when are the make-up people, artists, whatever, going to be here?" She asked, her smile fading a bit. "I need their magic hands to make me look pretty enough for T.V." A nervous chuckle escaped her lips and her eyes fell on him for the millionth time. He was probably laughing at her innocence and etc.. on the inside. Most people were, if not laughing on the outside already. Sometimes it made her angry, but most of the time she tried not to worry about it. Briar was just trying to live out her dream, and those people didn't matter at the end of the day anyway.
Briar had always been polite, even when growing up. Her parents had taught her well obviously knowing the importance of good ediquette and manners. It came in handy in situations like this, of course, and people tended to be more forgiving of her if she made a mistake. In the past year there had been a lot of those; the girl had come into the business with hardly any knowledge about anything. The transition had been extremely scary for the seventeen year old, but Briar had managed to keep her good girl
image in tact, and her manners as well. Most teen stars would have probably succumbed to drugs already, but it seemed that this girl had the willpower to keep off of them. At least for now.
They shook hands briefly, and his warm touch let her tensed muscles relax slightly. Now that she was positive he was human, and not like those other perfectly-groomed robots, she knew this was going to be somewhat easier than her other experiences. "I'm hoping your right." She told him, still smiling happily. "On T.V. it seemed that wasn't the case with you. You've always been in the spotlight, so it probably comes a bit easier, huh?" He probably wasn't eager to talk about himself, especially when his job was to interview her, but she couldn't help but be curious. She'd grown up seeing him in commercials and being that all-around funny guy on the television, but meeting him in person, it didn't seem real. Though of course it was. This was no time to be star-struck.
He provided some great tips, and when he mentioned it was pre-recorded, Briar let out that breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Thank God, she wouldn't embarrass herself too much in front of her younger fans. Though they would probably just laugh and be more forgiving then if it had been the teeanaged public. "I like this interview already." She commented, letting him continue. "No tricky ones, eh? And I was so ready for 'em too!" She laughed slightly and took his briefing sheet.
Her blue eyes surveyed the sheet for a moment before turning to look at Anthony once more. "It seems easy enough so I'm relieved." Briar was still pretty nervous, however. Maybe it was because of the fact she was in the same room as Anthony Sawyer. Of course, this happened at the start of every interview, but by this time she was usually put off by the celeb's diva-like attitudes. Though with him it seemed different. Perhaps he was a really great actor, which she didn't doubt, but he seemed just as nice and mannerly as he did on his show. Plus, the fact he was cute didn't help either. Though he probably was being strictly professional with her now and forever more, she couldn't help but wonder. Wonder if he had a girlfriend or anything like that. Her cheeks reddened at the thought, and the girl glanced back to the briefing sheet, hoping he didn't notice.
"Umm, so when are the make-up people, artists, whatever, going to be here?" She asked, her smile fading a bit. "I need their magic hands to make me look pretty enough for T.V." A nervous chuckle escaped her lips and her eyes fell on him for the millionth time. He was probably laughing at her innocence and etc.. on the inside. Most people were, if not laughing on the outside already. Sometimes it made her angry, but most of the time she tried not to worry about it. Briar was just trying to live out her dream, and those people didn't matter at the end of the day anyway.
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