Déjà Vu

Chapter 4

I decided to stand up and find out whose room that was. As I sat up I felt that painful sting in my head again. Slowly I crawled out of the huge bed and endeavored to keep a good posture but the arching pain wasn't a big help. I held on to the bathroom's door, unfortunately that didn't work really well. With my index finger and my middle finger I pressed on my temple, making a step after the other. How much did I drink yesterday?! I could only remember short pieces of the time in the bar. Everything was blurry when I tried to figure out what happened the day before. Even the part where I went outside when I was sick was vague although I had dreamed about it earlier. Suddenly I heard a door opening. My heartbeat fastened and I hid quickly behind a corner. I peeked out unnoticed and recognized a young man with black hair and a well-groomed three-day stubble entering the living room. The furnishings looked just like my room, that's where I realized that this apartment belonged to the Hotel. "Miss Danz?", the man shouted. My heartbeat sped up even more, if that was even possible. I really didn't want to get a heart attack yet...I stepped forward and tried to cover myself with my hands, even though there was nothing I needed to hide. You could say that I wanted to hide my whole appearance. The fact that I didn't know in which room I was in and that I forgot what I dreamt about two fucking minutes ago, was a good reason. "Umm, yes?" Maybe this room belonged to the man? "Marko sent me to check on you and your manager wants to speak to you. I'm Paul, his personal bodyguard." Well, it didn't. So I was really in Marko's room? "OH MY GOD!", I shouted loudly unintentionally. Paul winced and stepped back. I covered my mouth with my hands. I really didn't intend to say that out loud. "Sorry...But, umm...where is Marko right now? I really need to talk to him!", I explained and Paul relaxed again. What if Marko and me had...You know?! I was really drunk and that would explain why I woke up in his god damn bed. "He has an interview in the lounge but he'll return soon.", Paul replied. "He better does...", I whispered grumpy. "Should I get you your manager?" I gasped. "No! Does she know I slept in here?!", I asked. "She came up to me and said I should tell you that she wants to speak to you, so yes, I'm sure she knows." I let myself sink to the ground and made cry-like sounds. I knew I behaved very childish but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to remain lying on the floor and die. Paul scratched himself on the back of his head and looked obviously overwhelmed. "So...Should I get her?", he asked carefully. I stood up again. I couldn't stop myself from giving him an angry gaze but nodded in the end. I knew, now was the time, I was going to officially die.

It didn't take Rosanne very long to kick the main door open. Paul picked up the key that flew through the air because of the strong push. "Celestia Tiara Danz!", Rosanne shouted. I didn't hear my second name spoken out in years. "Rosanne, I can explain. I mean, I can not but I will...can." I smiled my most innocent smile like always when I was in trouble but I still hid myself behind the couch out of fear. "Do you have any idea how risky and dumb it is to make out with somebody while you're standing in the spotlight?! You're famous, Celestia! You must be careful!" "Wait- I didn't make out with him!" "How do you know?! You were drunk as hell! And even if you didn't, people don't mind the truth. They only see what they want to see and they interpret everything just the way they want to!" Paul still stood at the entrance, slowly closing the door to give us some time alone. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to do that. Like you've mentioned, I was drunk, I wasn't myself. It won't happen again, I promise.", I said, looking at the ground. She was right. It was very dumb to drink that much. Rosanne sighed. "It's okay now. Fortunately nobody noticed. However, don't run around wearing his clothes." I gasped again and looked down on myself. Now my suspiciousness was unbreakable. That was too much. I sighed and sat down on the couch. "Okay, I'm leaving you now. Please try to hurry getting into your room. You really need to get ready, you look like Adam Sandler. You'll have an interview in the lounge around 11:30" "Hey! Adam Sandler looks good!", I countered pouting. "Yes, when he was younger", she replied quickly and smirked. Then she left without another word. I giggled. Rosanne was truly iconic, I liked her.