Looking at the beautiful people around me, I could only exhalewonder. It was hard to pretend this wasn’t the perfect chance for my big break! Possessing the style and the panache to make it in this fickle business would propel me closer to my dreams of fame and stardom. I just needed to make a few choice connections.
WHAT?? I can’t believe Lady Gaga walks right by me! LADY GAGA! I felt the rhythm of my heartbeat change, and I failed to close my drooling mouth as this legendary woman was only inches from me.
“Now, take yourself a deep breath, Sandy.” Who would have thoughtWillow would cause such a stir with her pot usage and betray her family’s trust by using the guard assigned to her to get it for her? My god, that girl’s ego! Her erratic behavior has gotta end. But sadly, she will always forgive her daughter. As her maid, I saw it time and time again.
“Ok, focus on slowing down and getting your thoughts in order. You need to destress and be kind to yourself, Mama,” rubbing her back and holding her as she slowly began to relax.
Creeping dangerously close to the edge of the ridge, right to where the wafer crumbs ended, Josh did not feign being ill at ease. He was terrified, realizing his window of opportunity was closing. He dried the sweat off his brow and touched his ring for luck, hoping an elegy wasn’t in his future.
Josh got his equipment ready; a steady rant of expletives accompanied his efforts. He began to wince as he jammed his finger. His memories made him manic to find Julie. Josh could still feel her warm embrace during the waltz at their wedding. He ached so.
While I might resemble the words in this image, I think I will dedicate this post to my bestie, Terry Susi. Not only do these words describe her, but the whole vibe of the picture speaks her name. Watch below. You’ll understand.
Enough already!! What the hell is going on? Why doesn’t the phone ring stop? I’ve pressed all buttons.
Because once you hang up on one, the next one comes in. That happens when you produce something stupendous; everyone wants your ear to make the next big deal, feature you, or showcase you for their benefit. Revel in it, darling, for you may end up a one-hit-wonder. There’s been a ton since the beginning of the music industry. You know how this business is—so fickle. So enjoy this while it lasts, and for goodness’ sake, start working on your next hit!
The wound on my arm looked like a carving. I could barely stand, seeing my torn, ravaged flesh. I knew I had to flee now, but all I could was drop to my knees in terror, my heart thumping maniacally. The ground beckoned me to lie down and close my eyes. However, my breath wanted to rage at the moon as the signs of my evolution became evident. I snarl fiercely, and my fear turns to pity for those who would engage this slow reveal of monstrous proportions. I predict many awful things will happen.
I was holding on to my sanity by a mere thread; each step on the rope bridge challenged me to remain composed enough to prevent me from howling out a blood-curdling scream. It was a miracle that I made it to the other side intact. Seeing the shed at the edge of the woods helped clear my head. Since the start, it felt like my head and body would break from the challenges I encountered. But what amazing stories I would be able to tell!
Now to see if I broke my wrist. I sure hope the doctor is close.
With nothing to throwbetween us, I was hard-pressed to figure out how to give us the privacy we required at this time. Naturally, with our history, our sleeping arrangements felt awkward.
Regardless, our anxiety finally calmed, attaining a lull under the backdrop of a rising moon; we were both soon asleep in the space we had created.
But our slumber was interrupted by what sounded like an old victrola playing a scratchy, broken record, droning on loudly. However shaken we felt, we remained mute as we watched a shadow pass by us gracefully, totally in step with the music.
Serena dropped off the old disposable camera at Walmart for developing, asking for the one-hour rush. The sixty minutes couldn’t pass soon enough; that’s how excited she was.
Finally, it was time! She opened the package with enthusiasm looking forward to what she would find. It looked like the images were from the 70s, and so captivating. They held a certain charm as she quickly went through them. It looked to Serena as if these were from a wedding reception. Yes, there was one with the bride in her beautiful white dress!