Living in New York is a dream come true. Ever since I was thirteen, I knew I wanted to move here. Coming from Texas, it was a breathtaking change. Whether I'm walking Liberace through Central Park, or at a museum alone, I could never become bored in the Big Apple. Lucky I was accepted to Juilliard, right?
After a whole weekend without any word, on Monday, my phone rang during lunch. The theme to 'Beverly Hills Cop' made everyone at Subway turn. I didn't recognize the number on my caller ID, but I had a hunch. Just as I expected, David Foster's voice flowed through the speaker. "I'd like you to prepare something else-preferably an opera piece-and perform it for me this Saturday. Come by my old studio. I'll send you directions." Hiding my excitement, I blurt,"Okay." Had I actually just gotten a call-back from David Foster?! Oh, yeah. Who's the man? Er, woman? Anyway.
The rest of the week passed by with chatter about who got a call and who didn't. I'd only told Adam, in case I messed up this one, and didn't get cast.
He was almost excited as I was. "You HAVE to let me dress you." I agreed, because he's amazing in the closet.
Saturday morning, I wake up before my alarm buzzes, and make myself a quick piece of toast and water-no coffee today. I come out of the bathroom, and buzz Adam in. "So, what were you thinking?" He smiles and runs to my bedroom. Ten minutes of hunting through my closet gets me boyfriend jeans, a grandpa sweater, and a t-shirt proclaiming my love of the Beatles. I stare, questioningly, at him. He dismisses it, saying,"You need to be as comfortable as possible, clothes-wise." Pulling out a box of cosmetics, he rushes me to change.
Once my hair is away from my face, he goes to work. When he's finished, I look like a makeup ad. Not like a whore, but classic, red lipped and confident. I throw my hair into a quick ponytail, and we hurry out the door.
Driving is easy, hardly any traffic, and Adam snaps a selfie as we exit the vehicle. I walk a few steps in front of him, and think, Why did he want an opera song prepared? Well, I was about to find out.
