new beginnings

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The sun peeks thro the window, my eyes slowly opening. Seeing all the mess i made yesterday night, makes me want to be in a long peacefull sleep again. It isn't really worth being here anymore. I trie cleaning up and eating something. The bottle of vodka carefully standing on the edge of the counter makes me wonder why i can't just be drunk all the time. I take a shower, wishing the drain would swallow me instead of the water. I hear the phone ring, i struggle to dry myself. Part of me wants it to be Ace. Part of me wants to shoot him. I just miss the phone call. "Dammit".

Alexa and i are at the bar waiting for costumers to come in. She skippes thro some papers. "Holy shit, Sav, you have to see this". I walk up behind her. Seeing what she is looking at makes my heart drop and come back down to earth at the same time. It's an articel about KISS. Now atleast i know what he's doing. "They're on a tour across America opening up for another band". She looks at me over her shoulder. I don't know how to react. Ofcourse i'm happy for Ace. But this means he'd probaply be away for another long time. "Oh, that's great". "Don't lie". "What, they have succes you know". "Ofcourse, but you still had hope he was around in the city somewhere". I did, ofcourse i did. "Well". "But... this is good, we know where they are". She isn't wrong. He isn't dead. Well yeah not that i thought that, but just to make sure.

I get into bed. It isn't that bad right. Give it time.

"Hello?" "Is this Savanna Sager?" "Yes, can i help you". "We want you to model for us". "Oh great, who's this?".

A while later i'm sitting in a waiting room, bouncing my feet up and down, not being able to stop. All of a sudden today wil change my whole future. "Sager? Can you follow me". We walk to a room with different outfits. "We really want to show the scar on your waist". What. Is she for real?

"Your on in five minutes". I am here because the model that had to be here got into an accident. They found me in a little paper from last times shoot, where they showed my scar. Nerves go through my body. "3..2..1". I walk in four inch heels. Feeling every pair of eyes on me. It doesn't feel weird. It feels kind of good.

"You did good, for a replacement". The older a little bit of a bitch looking woman says to me. "Thank you". I still smile back.

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