When I arrived home my suitcases were packed and next to door including my carryon and Marti was preparing something in the blender,
�Good morning. I was beginning to worry about you. I made a soy shake for you.� She poured it into a glass and waved it as if she were tempting me.
�No.� I really should stop doing this. I�m sure Marti was worried about me but really I just need to be more prepared because it rattles me to run around at the last minute especially now that I can�t sit down in the tub and take a relaxing long hot bubble bath. She looked over at me and shrugged as she took it upon herself to drink whatever it was she took upon herself to make in the first damn place. A publicist. What the fuck do I need a publicist for anyway? I make my own publicity and its always good. I�m paying her for nothing if you ask me but Steven feels I need her. I�m too busy and it�s too unprofessional to handle my own public relations issues and he flat out stated it wasn�t his job and he didn�t want to do it.
�Good news. Your management called and you�re going to be a style correspondent for Good Morning America.� When did this all occur? I knew nothing about such an offer in the first place.
�I am going to be or they have offered?� She smiled and shook her head,
�You�re going to be. It�s going to start the weekend you�re in New York for the VMAs.� Here it is again. Another shining example of how my life just gets planned for me and I know nothing until it�s time to do the work everyone so easily plans for me to do.
She walked from out of the kitchen and over to her briefcase as she sat the glass of crap on the table.
�Let�s see I have it right here.� I walked into the bedroom and took off my clothes. I could still smell the stale stench of old sex on my body and it wasn�t nice at all. I walked back out with a towel not wrapped around me but placed in front of my body barely covering me.
�You are scheduled to go on GMA next week; Friday morning. They�ll introduce you as the newest correspondent blah, blah, blah. They�ll do a feature piece on you. Show magazine covers, layouts, and footage of you working. And they�ll ask you the same questions you�ve been asked before.� She waved it off with her hand,
�We�ll get the questions later.� Great, Good Morning America. I�ll have to act all wonderful and sweet; girl next door and bullshit like that. I can play that game but I don�t want to. I want to dance on table tops, have sex, and get drunk and high. I want to jet set around the world while posing on the catwalk. I want to wear beautiful clothes and pose for hot ass pictures with people shouting at me how sexy I am. Its all work but at least there is no exaggeratedly virtuous attitude needed on my part.
�Am I going to have to be in the studio all the time? Who put this thing together and why didn�t I fucking know about it?� Marti was a little older, she was thirty so actually he was old as hell. She never let whatever I said get to her and it was never taken personally. Then again it may be because she couldn�t show any emotion. I think there is a little botox in her face.
�It was something your management was working on. I know GMA put out a feeler for a model to fill this slot they wanted to do. I didn�t know your management threw your name in the mix.� So Steven knew about this and he didn�t even bother to let me know. I know that yes, it could be a good opportunity like Cindy doing the MTV House of Style but I just don�t like being blindsided with something and then being told it what I am going to do. Its only because I�m dating Steven. If we weren�t in a relationship I would be allowed some say-so in my career. It�s the same problem I have with our relationship.
�I want some fucking input! This is my fucking career. No one else�s. This is total fucking bullshit and this better not fucking happen again. Do you understand me?!� I didn�t wait for her response I just went into the bathroom and slammed the door. I don�t know when my flight to Las Vegas is and I don�t care. I know she better make sure I get there or her ass is fired.
On the way to the airport I stretched out on one side of the limo and closed my eyes as we made our way to JFK. Marti sat there telling me all these things that I wasn�t bothering to listen to because I was much more interested in any and everything else. Like, how I needed sleep, how I was going to demand to be kept in the loop regarding business deals and how I haven�t really seen or heard from any of my friends for quite some time. Juliana and I haven�t talked since LA, I can�t remember the last time Jules and I spoke and even Sarah hasn�t called me lately. I haven�t seen Mark, I haven�t talked to Steven and it seems like I�m just so out of it. Work, it�s ruining my fucking social life and I do mean fucking.
I know absolutely nothing. I don�t know where I�m staying, what I�m doing, what responsibilities I have, appearances, interviews, nothing.
�Where am I staying in Vegas?� She began to look through an itinerary. This is not going to work. I need one of my assistants. Someone who knows my schedule down to the tiniest detail off the top of their head.
�The Palms.� Marti is my publicist she couldn�t be at my beck and call.
�Where is Cori or Pam? Am I going to have to do everything myself?� I need someone to order around. I need someone to run my bath water. I need someone to do whatever the fuck I say and since Marti apparently has a job I�m assuming she�ll be too busy. I don�t know what the fuck she does throughout the day but I can�t imagine it�s much and I can�t imagine it all deals with me. I can only be so demeaning to her she�s supposedly a professional and since she�s the best Steven admonishes regularly about treating her like a human being at least.
�Pam is going to meet us at the airport. She made your arrangements.� Pam, she would do. There was no one in my life more docile than Pam. She was a breathing doormat.
�Once we land at the airport you�ll have about an hour and a half before the press conference then you have the run through of your on-stage performance.� On stage performance. What the hell is that supposed to mean? �You�ll introduce Jessica Simpson.� Like I really know who that is. What the hell does she do? The more famous I become the more people I�m introduced to. Now, you�d think I�d know these A list people but the more famous they are the more obscure they are to me. I like my own crowd of friends and acquaintances. We were rich, beautiful and successful with the world served up to us on a platter and we didn�t have to be bothered.
�You really don�t have any other responsibilities. Your press conference, rehearsal today. We did schedule you with a local TV news-entertainment program. Then there is the pre-party.� A party in Vegas. It was like having a party at a party. Alcohol, drugs and sex are my magic potion for a dull time and an awful sexual experience. I know just how to do it. I can�t think of the last time I�ve had some serious out of control fun. Las Vegas is where I will correct that. Pam knows what I like when I go to Vegas, she knows what I like when I stay at the Palms and I know just how to utilize my room. If I don�t have fun this week I�m going to die trying.
Chapter 110
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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