Chapter 8:
Fashionably Late
…I arrived fashionably late, my troupe asking where on earth I had been! I simply laughed and would reply, “I just wanted to be fashionably late!” They bought it with laughter, but that may have been from the wine. I began my mingling within the party, which was meant for cast members only, and a few of the ‘wealthier’ play patrons.
The party, per usual, was a small one, but still lively. Of course drink was abundant, making it even more entertaining than usual. I wasn’t one to often drink; I found it took far too few drinks to make my tongue looser than I’d wanted, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a few.
I quietly sipped on my wine while I chatted with the other guests. There was rumor of a famous producer who was supposed to have been at the party. I kept my eyes peeled for this man; determined to catch his attention and possibly launch off my BIG career!
My fans adored me and the patrons present at the party doted on me their praises left and right. Some say flattery gets you nowhere, but I say flattery gets you everywhere! At least in this time and age, when money is somewhat the key to moving forward in life, flattery is all the rage. We are, I dare say, creatures of habit and spontaneity, a bit contradictory but true.
My attentions were short, I dare say, as my mind was preoccupied with finding the elusive producer! I barely even registered the fact that on this night both of my love interests would be present at the festivities. I was starting to give up any hopes of finding this individual when a hand was placed on my shoulder “Miss Raychel?” the voice enquired. I turned around and smiled politely, “why yes…” I trailed off in momentary surprise.
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 Porcelain_Nitemare · Tue Jan 01, 2008 @ 05:52am · 0 Comments |
