"Six hundred thousand followers...isn't that a bit less than a week ago?"
I asked myself that, as I glanced at my laptop screen. It wasn't something most people had to worry about, but then again most people weren't famous. The thing with being an actress and model was that you absolutely needed your fans but couldn't let them know it either - lest you just seem desperate. You needed to put yourself on top of some pedestal, as awful as that sounds. Worst of all, if you were some sort of sex symbol like me, you couldn't advertise your relationship through social media. Yep, many guys were that simple - they needed to think that they had a chance with you (if you're a woman), otherwise they had no real reason to follow all your accounts, like every single post you made, etc. Felix was understanding though. My husband for over two years now made sure that I knew that he was absolutely comfortable with the idea of "putting myself out there". In fact, deep down I felt that the idea that guys wanted what they couldn't have (me) excited him on some level. Not that it bothered me - I loved that man with all my heart and the last thing that I wanted to do was create mistrust and friction in our relationship.
It's so strange to think of how many people followed me on social media and how many people watched my every move. Deep down, I was still the shy woman from Utah, who left her state to pursue a dream in Los Angeles. It didn't work out then - acting jobs being far too sparse. But as luck would have it, some tabloid newspaper caught wind of my Instagram account and advertised my account without me even knowing! I still remember Felix showing me the paper with the title:
22 year old cutie with 32M boobs
It's so funny that my breasts became the focus of attention and how my accounts exploded seemingly overnight. Just as I was packing my things to return to Utah, every director, modeling agency and small time gig was getting back to me, practically begging me to be part of their project. That's actually how I got my role in the show Chasing Stars, a cheesy drama flick that aired for just a single season. Still, I made money and connections during that time and is the reason why I got so famous in the first place. Google searches showed how during this time, countless people searched "Actress big boobs chasing stars" or "name of actress who plays Patricia".
I typed and submitted the Tweet above, trying to people to interact with me on various accounts. Whenever I wasn't on set or in the middle of a photoshoot, I was doing this - digging into my social media accounts and trying to get fans to post. Sure, I could have just gotten a social media manager to do these kind of things for me, but it wouldn't have been so personal. I think that most people know whenever posts are genuinely from the actress they admire, or some suit working at an agency. I thought that I was doing a good job at it to - even if the slow season was starting to get to me. No good job came my way for the past two months or so and although I was still getting modeling offers, the fact that no acting gig was being offered to me made me think that my popularity was starting to drop.
I leaned against my chair, sighing as I began to wonder whether I'd ever get another big acting job again. It's what I was most excited for and believe me when I say that I wanted to be done with modeling. It really isn't what it's all cracked up to be - long travels, awkward posing, questionable agencies...Well, I guess that it was a great job for some women, but as a girl from Utah, born and raised in a pretty conservative family, it wasn't my cup of tea.
Unfortunately, there was only one real way to getting a new wave of fans coming my way and it wasn't pretty. I needed to put myself out there a bit more and take advantage of my overwhelming male fanbase. My manager, Jose, recommended a contest. Something that would entice people to follow me on social media and spread the word. Something that would cause some noise. He recommended a contest that would do three things:
- Showcase my ginormous boobs. They need to be on the mind of whoever takes notice of the contest.
- Get word to spread out like wildfire. It needs to be a contest that every male fan of mine DESPERATELY wants to be part of.
- It needs to attract attention of notorious social media figures. The more the better.
For point one, it wasn't hard. I just needed to begrudgingly upload a picture where the focal point are my breasts. Not too hard to do, seeing how endowed I was. The second one was a bit more difficult, but Jose made many suggests. He seemed adamant about proposing that the winner date me. I wasn't having it but...
I snapped out of my thoughts.
Did I trust Jose? Of course. Hence why I talked to Felix, who laughed it off as I took the lewd picture needed for this contest.
"Norah, of course I think you should trust Jose. He's never steered us wrong before...besides, I think he's going to try to rig the contest."
"What makes you say that?" I asked, before I began typing away for my post. My heart raced like crazy, already imagining the attention I was going to bring to myself. "I can't look!" I said, before shutting my eyes tight, as if that would help, before I pressed send.
"...Because why on earth would he put you in harm's way?" Felix said, as I dropped the phone in a panic. With his comforting hands on my shoulders, he told me "Baby, just trust him okay? This will lead to better things."
"God Felix, I hope so!" I responded before we kissed.
Meanwhile, anyone who went on date-norah-smith.com was greeted with the following page - one that Seth would no doubt see...
