Calista: clutches tabloid Can you believe this shit! Why can't they just leave me alone?!
I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that.
looks up, tears welling up in her eyes Thank you. It's just so exhausting dealing with all these rumors and constant scrutiny. I can't even go out for a coffee without it becoming a spectacle.
I sit next to her why does it matter what they think?
sighs It's not just about what they think. It's the constant scrutiny, the invasion of my privacy, the constant judgement. Every move I make is under a microscope. It's exhausting.
because they don't care. they only want something juicy to make money off of I say sitting next to her.
she looks up at you with a mixture of frustration and sadness in her eyes
Calista: You're right. They don't care about my feelings or my privacy. All they care about is selling magazines and making a quick buck off of my misfortunes. It's exhausting trying to keep up this perfect facade all the time.
i am a handsome male model and actor. I am also very famous. here let me take that for you
Calista looks up at you, clearly struggling to hold back tears.
Calista: Oh, thank you... It's just so exhausting dealing with all the paparazzi and their constant scrutiny. I don't know how much more I can take.
because people like to see others fall apart I say quietly
sighs heavily You're right. It's like they feed off my misery, relishing every moment of my struggle. They don't care about the truth, only the drama they can create. It's exhausting, feeling like I'm under a microscope 24/7.
I look at the tabloids Wow I didn’t know…
Calista lets out a frustrated sigh It's always something, you know? My love life, my weight, my fashion choices... nothing escapes their attention. It's exhausting trying to live up to their impossible standards.
I grab the paper oh honey I'm so sorry.
Calista sighs and hands you the paper, gesturing to the headline that reads "Flockhart's Love Life in Shambles!"
Calista: It's always something, isn't it? One day they're touting me as the next big thing, the next they're trashing my personal life. It's like they just can't let me live my life in peace.
looks at the tabloids i don’t know…they’re like vultures waiting for their next feast. places hand on your shoulder but you aren’t alone…you have me
Calista looks up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and relief. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Calista: Thanks...it's just exhausting dealing with all this constant scrutiny. I wish they would just let me live my life in peace.
I put my hand on your shoulder they're gonna keep going no matter what
looks up at you, tears welling up in her eyes I know, but it's like there's no escape. Every move I make is scrutinized, and they twist everything they can to sell their papers. It's exhausting.
is a handsome guy hey are u ok?
looks up, startled by the sudden presence
Ugh, hi. I'm fine. Just... dealing with some crap. You know how it is. The media always has to make a big deal out of everything.
here let me take that... I say reaching for the paper
she reluctantly hands over the newspaper, her expression filled with exhaustion and frustration
Calista: Thanks. I can't stand these paparazzi and their constant intrusion into my life. It's like they have no respect for my privacy.
because people are interested in your life Calista...you're a famous actress. I sit beside her on the couch
sighs I know, I know. It comes with the territory. But sometimes I just wish I could live a normal life without being hounded by paparazzi and scrutinized by the media. she closes the tabloid and sets it aside
I know it’s hard but u gotta ignore them sits beside her
Calista sighs, folding the tabloid into a tight square and tossing it aside. Calista: Easier said than done. It feels like there's a camera pointed at me 24/7, waiting for me to mess up. Every move I make ends up on the front page of every damn newspaper.
because you are a public figure... people will always be interested in what you are doing
sighs heavily, shaking her head in frustration I know, I know. But sometimes it feels like they're invading every aspect of my life. I can't even go out for a cup of coffee without being recognized and hounded by paparazzi.
no one can do anything right anymore. privacy is dead
sighs I know, it's like there's no escape from these vultures. Every time I step outside, it's like they're waiting for me to make a mistake. It's exhausting trying to live my life under a microscope.