Reaching Perfection: Chapter 2
“This outfit looks awesome! It’s simple and most of all; comfortable.” He grinned, staring at himself in a wall length mirror. I stepped up beside him smiling proudly.
“You do look pretty damn good.”
Another grin, this time with a slightly different look in his eyes, “You look fantastic as too, we are gonna crash this party so hard!”
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I called for my black BMW to take us to the party; it was at some club in this city. Lenore said it was something like the Banana Peel, maybe? She sat next to me, legs crossed in a ladylike fashion. ‘She’s extremely proper, must be a southern bell thing.’
I remember the pageant girls in Kentucky, some of them were total bitches, but not any worse than the celebrity girlfriends I’ve had. I wouldn’t mind dating a girl not jaded by the spotlight.
“Holy shit, there’s a lot of people waiting to snap your photo, Josh.” Her eyes were wide; all the color had drained from her face. I remember my first time in front of the Paparazzi it scared me shitless as well.
“Don’t worry, just breathe and smile. I’ll handle all the talking.” The car door opened and the lights flashed as I stepped out. The crowd roared as I turned to help Lenore out of the car, she took my hand and graciously stepped out of the car. I stopped every now and again to pose with her and answer questions here or there. Finally we entered the club and I found myself alone, Lenore had apparently found a group of friends. I got myself a beer and mingled with each group of people. I even got to sit and chat with my co-star Jennifer.
Lenore sauntered over to the table I was sitting at and sat beside me, her face glowing. “I’m having a wonderful time, thank you for bringing me tonight.”
I flashed a megawatt smile “Well if it weren’t for you I’d be naked or in mismatched clothes. C’mon lets tear this party up Babe.”
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I had drank only 2 beers, so I was perfectly capable to walk the 2 blocks to my loft in downtown, but as the night progressed and the party got more intense I noticed Josh slurring his words a bit. I noticed his eyes getting glassy as I danced with him in the crowd, I knew then it was time to go. Somehow I was becoming his damn publicist too! He groaned when I whispered in his ear that it was time for him to get home, I had to practically drag him to the car. When I finally got him seated he begged me to ride back with him.
So I did, he was paying me 100 bucks a day, it was the least I could do. When we arrived at his apartment I helped him to his bedroom and shut the door. Just as I was about to leave Josh called out to me, and I realized I should stay to make sure he was alright. ‘Great babysitting a grown ass man all night.’ I sighed and went to aide him in getting into bed, when he was finally completely in bed I grabbed a pillow and lay down on his couch. Before I fell asleep I made a point to text my girl Veronica and let her know I wasn’t going to be home tonight, and that I may be a tad late to work in the A.M. She had a tendency to worry about me if I didn’t let her know what was up.
As I rested my head on the pillow my last thought was of how amazingly gorgeous Josh had looked sweaty and dancing under the strobe lights.