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As it stood, I was now half-awake and alert enough to note that I still hadn’t changed out of my waitressing outfit from the shift at Cali’s Diner. ” Alex prompted, “I , I have great news.”I looked at her.“What news? Alex always had a party to go to and she usually staggered home at midday, riding progressively worse hangovers.“And? ” She did her best to dance whilst sitting on the couch.“ going,” I corrected flatly. His European accent made everything sound wonderfully dirty but I had to agree that in her glittery dress and stilettoes, Alex did look incredible I showered hastily and put on my one pretty dress; a short black Valentino piece I’d foolishly bought after booking my first commercial. I blinked and looked down to discover I was still wearing my party dress. If found posted anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.
Had I left the phone by my pillow, silencing it would have been beautifully simple and I’d have fallen back asleep within seconds. My bank balance ran lower than what most people carried in their wallets and it was forever teetering on the verge of running out altogether. Distractedly, I checked my phone whilst simultaneously wondering why anyone would text me at three in the morning.“Elle? The lights were thankfully dim enough to protect me from questions about untimely blushing. She paced around our apartment with furious impatience while a tuxedoed Magnus tried to pacify her with endless compliments. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, hurting my eyes. This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved.
The critics had been raving about my performance since the star-studded premiere of at me. I pinned on a smile as veteran actors Pascal Knight and Lily Hampton fussed over the envelope on stage. The diamonds at her throat glittered.“And the Oscar goes to…” she paused for dramatic effect, “… ”The applause swelled, warm and rapturous like a hot summer’s night.
”I laughed nervously, scanning the audience for my manager. Still, maybe the night had been moving too fast and they were killing time. Magnus approached and handed me some champagne just as a breathless but very excited Alex hurried through the glass doors.“It’s like fifteen acres or something,” she gushed, taking the champagne Magnus proffered.
He cleared his throat, extracted a cue card and timer from his pocket and read in a clear voice:“What are the five stages in Maslow’s hierarchy of needs? He had a small smile on his artificial, Hollywood-aged face.“This general knowledge. Past the enormous entry doors was a hall and off it, a huge room which seemed to have been created solely for parties. Nobody seemed particularly interested in the pair of soullessly drifting sharks. Huge glass doors led out into the private rear gardens. I found myself wishing I’d stayed home, or taken an overtime shift at the diner. Magnus’s blue eyes lit up.“I used to drive on the Nürburgring at college.”Alex and I looked at each other as he disappeared through the crowd.“Don’t ask,” she sighed, downing her entire flute of champagne. I didn’t have time to take in more than the obvious. We’d sit on the hood of his car, silver paintwork warm against the backs of my legs as we made out. Why is it that we let ourselves fall for appearances? A circus of supercars had been abandoned on the sweeping drive and were being whisked away by identical-looking valets.“Leave your purse here,” Neil murmured. Immediately in front of me, two girls wearing bunny ears and nothing else were making out and fingering one another urgently.“What the fuck? Almost everyone had a mask on and the level of nudity was shocking. A portal back to reality.“C’mon,” he said, “Let’s get a drink.”We walked past what I thought was two guys having anal sex but then realised the guy taking it was also giving it to a third guy who was then giving it to a fourth.