"Alright, everyone take five!" The balding male director says from behind the camera

Thank goodness!

Me, along with my three companions, have been sitting underneath these really bright stage lights for five hours straight!

I am still not one hundred percent sure why I'm even here.

The three girls sitting on either side of me all have an extensive acting experience.

Then there's me, the girl from YouTube.

The ginger haired girl a few feet away from me who was assigned with drinking banana milk has been in way more Christmas movies than I can count!

The blonde haired girl sitting next to her who has been assigned with drinking vanilla milk has been a main character on a major Netflix show since she was five!

And last but not least, the black haired girl who is sitting on the other side of me who was assigned with drinking chocolate milk has been in multiple different projects actually.

She's been in Hallmark Movies, Christmas Movies, Disney Movies, R Rated Movies, She's even voiced multiple animated characters!

They're all the same age as me!

Just sitting next to them makes me feel like I am unworthy of their presence.

They are all way more experienced than I am and honestly it is very intimidating.

I feel very out of place.

About a week ago a nice woman emailed me using the email address in the description box of my YouTube videos.

Wait...let me backtrack a bit.

I make short YouTube videos where I cover some of my favorite songs by my favorite musical artists.

Mostly pop and rap.

Not only can I sing, but I can also play a handful of instruments.

The piano, acoustic guitar and electric drums just to name a few.

Well technically I'm still learning to play the electric drums.

My mother taught me how to play the basics when I showed interest in the matter.

I would never mention this to her face, but I think that she was overjoyed when I showed interest in music.

It was like another thing that the both of us could bond over.

She was actually in a band with her best friends when they were all in high school!

Albeit them disbanding two years later due to school taking up all of their time, I personally think that their music was really catchy.

I mean- it was the nineties after all.

I do this whole singing thing not only because I find it enjoyable, but also because I think that it's incredibly relaxing.

Sometimes it even helps me go to sleep.

My mom was understandably worried when the mystery woman reached out to us at first claiming to be a talent manager.

I suggested that she do some research on the woman considering we already had her full name.

Thank goodness that I did because I found out that she reps some of the biggest names in music today.

I wish to be as big as them some day.

Sure my name is currently trending on certain social media platforms, but 'trends' come and go within a week.

If I really want to prove myself I need to work hard for this.

Harder than I have worked for anything in my entire life.

That's not saying much considering I'm only ten, but you get the point.

I grab a bottle of apple juice and grape juice from the craft service table, desperately wanting to get the taste of the fake strawberry milk off of my tastebuds.

From my knowledge the fake milk is made out of water, food coloring and flour.

Or was it mashed potato flakes?

I guess the flour is to thicken it due to water being pretty dense?

I don't really know, but oh my god it's gross as hell!

I uncap both bottles of juice before pouring both of them into my mouth.

Surprisingly I do not spill any all over me.

I down both of these fruit juices in no time, placing the empty bottles down on the large table beside me.

"Hey, aren't you that girl from YouTube?" I hear someone ask as they approach the table

Wait- someone recognizes me?

I slowly turn to face the person only for my eyes to practically bulge out of their sockets.

The raven haired girl is calmly leaning one of her hands against the flat surface of the tabletop while her amused brown eyes stay trained on me, an equally as amused smirk resting on her lips.

Oh my god!

The McKenna is talking to me!

I swallow my mouthful of juice before responding.

Ugh!

It would be so embarrassing if I accidentally spit my drink out on her.

Especially during our first meeting.

"Y-Yeah," I nervously confirm her suspicions

I awkwardly hold one of my hands out for her to shake.

"My name is Delaney" I introduce myself

Her brown eyes slowly trail down my face, resting on my chin for a bit longer than expected.

At least I think that she's staring at my chin.

Honestly, I'm internally freaking out by the fact that she's checking me out in general.

Her brown eyes soon trail back up my face until they reach my equally as brown eyes.

I feel butterflies in my stomach at the sight of her smirk turning into a genuine smile.

"Hi Delaney," she greets me back

I practically melt at the feeling of her hand meeting mine.

She takes my hand with a firm grasp, shaking our hands up and down twice before releasing her hold on me, much to my dismay.

"I'm Hunter, but everyone calls me 'McKenna'" she informs me

I furrow my eyebrows at this piece of information.

Wait-

Is she being serious right now?

I carefully watch her as she grabs my empty juice bottles and disposes of them.

"Really?" I ask, sounding more surprised than intended

The raven haired girl notices this and raises an eyebrow at me.

"Because I'm-" I tell her with honesty

I briefly glance away from her when I realize that all of her attention is on me.

"I mean- I don't understand why you would trust me with this information, we literally just met" the words just flow out of my mouth

The raven haired girl stares at me for a few moments, an amused smirk resting on her oddly symmetrical face.

What is she thinking?

Oh no-

Did I already make a horrible impression of myself?!

Ugh!

The first celebrity that I meet face to face and I ruin it within two minutes of us speaking!

You can imagine my shock when she suddenly begins approaching me.

Oh my god!

I stay frozen, curious to see this through.

The raven haired girl takes three confident steps forward, stopping a few inches in front of me.

I barely register my heartbeat gradually speeding up, leading towards my rather hurried exhales.

Thankfully I am still breathing through my nose.

Well, this is only a good thing if I do not accidentally shoot a snot booger at her.

My eyes widen with panic at this possible scenario.

Oh my god!

Delaney Park Carson!

Why would you put that scenario in your head?!

Great!

Now that is that I'm going to think about every time I talk to her!

The raven haired girl brings a damp napkin up to my face.

I go to flinch at the thought of the napkin being wet with an unknown substance but I quickly relax when I notice that there is an opened water bottle in her other hand.

When did she grab these?

Her brown eyes are focused, specifically on my lips.

Oh my god.

She's looking at my lips!

Ugh!

I should have put some lipgloss on.

She is surprisingly gentle as she drags the damp paper towel along the corner of my lip.

This only takes two seconds before her brown eyes glance back up into mine again.

"Who said I trusted you?" She smirks

I become further confused at this.

Her facial expression says that she is just playing with me, but her tone is saying the opposite.

She calmly throws the napkin away before walking away from me, gracefully chugging the bottle of water effortlessly.

Okay.

I seriously need to know what is going through that girl's head.

"Delaney!" I hear someone call my name

I quickly glance in the direction that the voice came from only for my eyes to land on my manager who is using her hand to motion for me to come over to her.

I quickly jog over to the older woman.

As I approach her I notice that she seems rather unhappy.

Oh no.

I did something wrong, didn't I?

"Yeah?" I ask as I stop in front of the unhappy woman

At the sound of my voice she takes her attention off of her cellphone and puts all of it on me.

"What are you trying to sell me?" She asks

I furrow my eyebrows at this question, not understanding what she is asking of me.

"Flavored milk powder, repeat after me" she says

I nod my head respectfully.

"Flavored milk powder" I voice at the same time that she does

"I'm not getting the impression that you like what you're advertising," she immediately follows up

Because I don't.

I am basically drinking colored mashed potato water.

No person likes that.

"You need to smile more, smiling increases sales of the product that you're advertising" she informs me with a hard tone

I silently nod my head at her, gulping due to nervousness.

She gives me a singular head nod.

"Good," she goes to walk away but pauses before she gets too far

"You should also sit up straighter in your chair to look thinner..." the older woman hesitates, seemingly wanting to add something else

She does this for a few seconds before muttering actual words again.

"You're more marketable that way" is the last thing she says before making her way towards the director

I have to be honest, what she said hurts.

I mean I don't have a problem with my weight, but I don't know.

My eyes shift down towards my stomach that is covered by a plain black fitted tee.

I notice that my stomach looks larger than it usually does due to said tee being so fitted.

I guess that I could try eating a bit less than I normally do.

Maybe I could even try exercising.

I glance around me, noticing that all of the girls are making their way towards the very bright set.

Oh-

I should follow them.

I hurriedly follow after them, not wishing to hold up filming.

"I know you're all tired of sitting underneath these lights," the stage director chuckles as they stand near the director

The girls and I turn to face them as we take our respective seats.

"I want you all to just have fun with this take," they tell us

What does that even mean?

How can we do that if we still have to follow the script?

Whatever, I'll figure it out.

They briefly say something to the director, who is currently sat behind that huge camera.

"And...Action!" They call out

"Leche en polvo! Now in new flavors!" McKenna yells out with a huge smile

The large camera pans over towards the ginger haired girl.

"Banana!" She yells out equally as excited before taking a sip of the 'milk'

I quickly glance over towards my manager.

The woman, noticing this, makes a motion with her hands that tells me to sit up straighter and smile.

I immediately do as she says, not wanting to disappoint.

She is helping me with all of this after all.

"Vanilla!" The blonde haired girl yells out next

Same as the ginger haired girl, she takes a sip of the liquid.

Okay.

I'm next.

I release a small breath of air to calm my nerves before plastering on a smile as big as hers.

"Strawberry!" I scream out with faux enthusiasm

I bring the glass of liquid up to my lips and take a sip.

At the feeling of this liquid touching my tongue I immediately feel the urge to spit it out.

I have no clue if someone added something to my drink or just switched it, but it is one hundred percent thicker than it once was.

It has a texture similar to that of curdled milk.

I quickly remove the glass bottle away from my mouth and turn my head around to spit the liquid out behind me.

Better on the floor than the multi thousand dollar camera in front of me.

Unfortunately for me my aim was a bit far off.

Instead of the 'milk' hitting the set floor it hits an actual person.

I hear a surprised gasp mid spit take.

This gasp is followed by multiple other gasps.

As soon as the liquid is out of my mouth my eyes snap open.

To say the sight before me was humorous would be a complete lie.

McKenna, who I have come to know is actually named Hunter, is wet.

There is a light pink liquid dripping down her face and neck.

A bit of her raven hair has said light pink liquid in it too as well as her white fitted tee.

The girl brings her hands up wipe the liquid off of her eyelids.

As I am met with her brown eyes I instantly recognize the unfiltered fury swirling in them.

Oh no!

"McKenna, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-" I immediately apologize to her

I really do not want there to be any bad blood between us.

I just met her for heavens sake!

The raven haired girl's jaw tightens at the sound of my voice.

She reaches one of her hands out to grab ahold of her glass of 'chocolate milk'.

I furrow my eyebrows at this.

She's- She's still going through with the commercial?

Wow!

She really is a professional.

I am further confused when the black haired girl turns to face me, an angered look still on her face.

I go to ask her what she is doing only to gasp as she pours the contents of her glass over the top of my head.

Oh my god...

Okay.

That really just happened...

"You just made a very powerful enemy, D-lister" the girl mutters lowly

I continue to stare at the floor with shock, not wanting to get the concoction in my eyes, as she shoots up from her plastic chair and storms off of the set.

"And...Cut!" The director behind the camera loudly calls out

A loud bells follows his voice.

It sounds similar to those bells that you hear in between classes in public school.

"Um...that was a great take girls," the stage director says with obvious hesitation

"You're all free to leave" they say before walking away

The two actresses who were sat beside me waste no time as they scramble up from their plastic chairs and get as far away from me as they possibly can.

I just singlehandedly upset one of the biggest child actresses in Hollywood.

I am surely going to suffer major consequences for this.