Wildest Dreams [H.S. AU]

The Modern Gatsby

The smell of alcohol was intoxicating.

Servers in sleek black uniforms carried trays around the crowded space, passing shots to deserving guests.

Hundreds of important people were pressed against each other, sweat dripping off their bodies, booze slipping down their throats.

Actors flirting with models by the bar.

Politicians discussing the importance of their policies with CEOs of large corporations.

Heirs and heiresses dancing together to music provided by only the best Djs.

The most luxurious hotel in the north east, much less New York City was rented out.

The sleek white ballroom was transformed into the most exclusive party of the decade.

At this point, you were lucky to be one of the staff that was tending to this event because only the best of the best were allowed in.

I was among the invited guests.

My blonde hair was slicked back in a sleek pony tail, one strand wrapping around the base of my up-do to cover up the clear elastic.

I was wearing a black Oscar de la Renta cocktail dress along with a pair of black Christian Louboutins.

My tall, lean frame was now propped against a wall near the bar, gazing unamused at the crowd.

I was sipping on a martini as people buzzed around like this was the most normal thing in the world.

One question was rolling through my brain as I took in this bizarre sight: What person could manage to get all of these people under one roof?

I was used to celebrities at parties, but this was completely different.

These weren't just a bunch of kids that have songs on the radio and movies in theaters, these were real people.

The ones nominated for oscars, the ones ruling countries, the ones who were worth several million dollars.

What person could manage to get us all at this party without hesitation?

Without a second thought, we all had our chauffeurs drive us to this once in a life time event as we mingle with the world's most important people.

I had tried my best to find out who this mysterious stranger was, bringing up in casual conversation through out the night if anyone happened to know who had invited us here.

No one knew the answer, and what was even more odd was that they didn't seemed fazed by not knowing.

They would just shrug and toss a shot back.

It bothered me how I was the only one who seemed to care why we were all here.

I continued to sip on my drink when I saw a tall lanky figure start making his way to me.

He was 6'4 with platinum blonde hair that was cut close to his head on the sides, but was thick on the top and styled perfectly in a quiff.

He was wearing an Armani suit that looked absolutely perfect on him, and I couldn't help but smile as he started lip syncing to the Beyonce song that was being blasted through the loud speakers.

He offered me a hand, and I gladly took it as he pulled me close to his body.

I pressed my back to the front of him as we danced shamelessly in the midst of greatness.

Eric was my best friend and happened to be one of my employees at the magazine I worked for.

At the age of 23, I was the youngest senior editor of J'adore.