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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!

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Vegas! The place where dreams come true! Or was that New York? Winona wasn't quite sure. But who cared? She lived in Vegas, this was where her life started. She may have been born in 1948, but here in 1969 was when she truly started living.

She started at the bright lights that illuminated the city as she walked happily towards "The International Hotel" her bright orange suitcase following quickly behind her.

The sidewalk was a shade darker than usual, as the rain had been slamming against it for the past hour or so. Winona was soaked, her taxi driver had dropped her off 2 miles from the hotel, but she didn't have the guts to tell the angry looking man that he was miles off.

So she took to the treck. One foot infront of the other for a whole hour, dragging along all her worldy belongings behind her. Finally after what felt like a millennium, she'd made it to the international.

The bright sign dominated the building, its bright red glow enough to blind passers-by. She noticed another large sign that stood outside the building, it wasn't illuminated, and she couldn't quite make out what it was saying through the darkness. All she could see was a large "E"
She shrugged, to tired to care, and began her walk to the front door.

When she arrived at the front desk, there was no one to be seen. It could have been something to do with the fact that it was 1:26am. She rang the tiny golden bell that sat begrudgingly apon the front desk. No one answered, she rang it again, and again, and again, until finally a tired voice shouted "I'm coming"

"Yes?"
The tired young lady asked as she rubbed her eyes

"Hello, I was hired here as a waitress, I was hoping to check into my staff accommodation"
She replied as politely as one could at 1am in the morning

"Your full name please?"
The young lady, asked bluntly

"Winona Elaine Dorothy Jackson"
She answered

"Well thats quite the mouthful"
The lady joked

She simply laughed, to tired to muster a response.

"Here are your keys Miss Jackson. Staff accommodation is on the top floor. Do be mindful as the 'Celebrity Penthouse' is one floor above you and the celebrities that stay there require uttermost privacy"
The young lady warned

"Of course"
She replied tiredly and dragged her suitcase towards the lift

"Only use the right one! The left is for Vip guests only!"
The lady shouted towards her back

She pressed the button to summon the lift, humming 'Jailhouse Rock' whilst she waited.

The lift took around 3 minutes to arrive, I'm which time She had just about sung the entire song in her head. There was the sound of a ding, and shortly after the metallic doors opened, revealing the metal interior

She stepped inside the lift, or 'Elevator' as the Americans call it. It was cold, and she wondered if they ever turned the hearing on in that place. She gently pressed the 'Top Floor' button, and it illuminated itself a bright neon green.

The lift slowly began to ascend to her destination. As she moved upwards, she couldn't help thinking about her family.

Her mother Elizabeth Margret Jackson, was a cleaner. She was born on December 5th 1927 to her extremely poor grandparents. They lived beneath a London townhouse, on the agreement that her grandmother and her mother would clean the house everyday. Her mother struggled everyday, until she met Edward.