Where is my epic background music?

"Are you sure you packed everything?" Trevor said to me for the thousand time, so I nodded for the thousand time on his shoulder as he hugged me tighter.

"Yes, yes, yes, I packed everything, now let me go, I'm gonna my flight." I angrily whispered in his ear. He chuckled at me and let me go. I stared at my long time friend who was almost crying.

"Tre, there's no need to be so sentimental, we can call whenever you want, I'll make time. Just promise me one thing." I said to him, he looked down at me and gave me a nod to continue.

"Please don't wear my amethyst earrings." I spoke to him, he let out a laugh and I did too, it seemed to make this goodbye easier. Trevor likes to steal my earrings and wear them, the Amethyst ones were always his favourite but I never let him wear them, because it holds a lot of memories for me.

"I promise, I will buy myself the earrings." We giggled at his answer.

We soon separated and a tear rolled down his cheeks when I walked to my gate. Trevor was my friend for as long as I remember, he stood by my side through everything and we both travelled the world for years. As you might understand with the entire earring-situation he is the gayest person ever, which makes him unique and my best friend.

This trip to London will change everything, for the first time in a decade I will make my way back into acting. The last time I stood before the camera's was when I was 17 and now I'm 27. I ended my career very emotionally, I moved to New Zealand, abandoned everyone back in England. My mother had died suddenly and my father wanted to return to his homeland. I had no one left of my family so I couldn't abandon my dad.

My name was on every tablet, on every magazine, on every screen. But so was my boyfriend at that time, Vincent, Vincent Dayholt. Now, he is one of the most popular actors ever, a multi millionaire who started from scratch. Beautiful lies was our first acting job. The movie became incredibly popular and everyone knew everything about us in seconds. I fell in love with him when we needed to kiss for the first time in front of the camera. I had known him before, ofcourse, we both were the only teenagers who were acting back then, I was 15 and he just turned 18. Vincent was kind and listened to me like no one else, I didn't know anyone on set, I was the silent one who studied my script over and over. He talked with me and I started to develop feelings for him, that's when I knew things would go downhill.

After a couple more months of acting he confessed first, at the time I was scared that I might've fallen in love with the character that he's playing, or that he was in love with the character I'm playing. I told him that I needed more time, so he waited, by my side, everyday, until I confessed back.

That was the start of a fairytale and the ending of a nightmare.

I shook the thoughts of Vincent out of my head, I haven't thought about him in a long time and it is supposed to stay that way. I stare out of the plane's window and think about all the new adventures and memories I will make. I haven't met the cast yet, I will do that tomorrow morning.

The new series I'm acting in is 'almost falling on you' . It sounds romantic, but the storyline is kind of depressing. It's about a girl who has suffered depression for a long time and when she wants to jump from a building a man who passes down the street before the building notices her and stares at her, and then he comes and saves her and they both try to fix their problems. Kind of cheesy I'd say, but it pays my bills and I enjoy it. I will play the female lead, Ray Winslow, who will fall in love with Ashbury Welhaven. There will be sex scenes, which I'm not sure if I will be comfortable with but again, the money, and I guess the people like it, perverts.

After a few hours of sleep, which I desperately needed, the plane trip is on the half so 10 hours to go! 4 books later, three time script reading and a few naps the plane is finally landing.

An hour later I'm welcomed to my hotel room. It's very luxurious and very elegant. It's night almost and the curtains stop the light from outside. I open them and I see his face on a poster that is covering the entire building. I never googled him, well once, which led to 'Vincent Dayholt is the handsomest and richest actor in the world'. I quickly deleted my google history in the hope that it would delete the image of him. I still would've recognized him, his sharp jawline and his intriguing and grey eyes, his hair neatly done. Memories rush up and I start to tear up. Vincent was always an emotional subject, but I left him and it's my fault.

I quickly close the curtains and take a warm bath before cuddling my pillow in my cold bed, trying to fall asleep without knowing that he's my view if I open my window.

God Vincent.

That night I completely forgot about my friend who was waiting for my phone call.