Star

Star

The warmth and genuine solitude were welcomed friends at the end of a typical hectic in and out of costume, on and off stage, everything rush rush rush day.

She was more than ready to embrace this moment, to catch a beat, catch her breath, have a moment of clarity all to herself that she might be able to collect her thoughts and digest today’s events.

4:30 am comes all to early, even on a Wednesday morning and you have a 6:30 am shoot.

Down Town, New York City, “They” say this city never sleeps, but the wind chilled view from her 42nd floor balcony begged to tell a completely different story.

It was as if she had awoken to the great rapture. Not a living soul could be seen scurrying through the streets, not even any panhandlers or people crashed out sleeping on concrete park benches. “Why was it so quiet?”

By the time the shoot was winding down and it was about lunchtime, 12pm EST. for those in the know. Everything had returned to a normal full swing hustle and bustle time to get shit done kind of day.

Flash bulbs ‘popped’, designer gowns swung on and off the racks, pro pick fashion tape stuck and unstuck, exfoliating the most private of places pretty much filled her day amongst the constant directions of “smile!”, to the left a bit, now one with your arms flung into the air! that’s it, now pull it in, Own it, be You, Bigger, now sultry” constant requests and demands.

To the outside world it appears radiant. People think it’s fun and perfect, but somehow a long the way it wears you down from within.

She just knew that she got lucky. So many girls and women alike have given up everything, even literally died to be where she was at today.

When 4:00 pm arrived, it has already just about been a 12 hour day, and things were just getting started. “So much to do. So little time.” That pretty much felt like her personal mantra as of late.

Now she was off to go shopping, shopping for more expensive clothes, expensive shoes, expensive jewelry, it not that she hated it she had to admit, but after awhile it did lose the brightness of the glamour, and dimmed the excitement a bit.
It wasnt her time, her money or even for her! It all came with the strings of being in the position she was in. She preferred to think of it in terms of being a paid intern. One day, one day soon, she will be free from the circuit and free to indulge however she…
sees fit.

MB93
2002