Christopher's Love Parade » Prince Nelson

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JET LAG WAS A dreadful experience that I had only gone through a handful of times in my lifetime. Mostly, my presence remained in the Bassett Dance Studio while my mother traveled from various fashion shows all in the matter of a week. I never questioned her if I could accompany her because the answer would all be the same — focus on ballet and school first, then you can travel with me.

It wasn't exactly an answer I wanted to hear at the age of ten, but I couldn't argue with my mother so I obeyed. Soon after graduating college with a somewhat decent GPA, I threw myself into the arts of ballet until nothing else became important.

Dancing helped me cope with the lack of attention my parents had provided me with, it made me feel special and that I had s gift that one out of a million people had.

The call of my mother figuratively tripped me up on trip I was having down memory lane, causing me to shake out of it and follow her closely to the limo. Inside held her assistant, Diana who instantly began listing tasks for my mother to accomplish before we could even get settled.

Parting her pink lips my mother spilt the exact words I was feeling, "Diana please, we just got in the car and you're already listing things for me to do." She sighed. "I thought I was free."

Diana licked her lips and sharply inhaled, "Your arranged to have a dinner with the head of Fitani's Fabric Inc tonight, at Venus De Milo." It was only then, that my stomach decided to cry out in agony resulting in my mother's gaze to snap towards mine.

"You sound hungry, you want to come with me?" She offered softly before accepting the champagne that Diana had poured for her. Drowsy and nearly slumping against the window of the limo, I declined with a shake of my head.

I had obligations the next morning, obligations I couldn't miss by sleeping the morning away instead of delivering my audition tape to the dance academy.

My mother bumped my shoulder to awaken me, "Come on, you can't just come to Paris of all places just to deliver an audition tape Sade. Jesus, girl." She shook her head in disappointment but I was too tired to care.

"Find her a dress." My mother mumbled to Diana before tipping the flute of champagne up to her lips.

I knew the fight to decline again would be worthless and unsuccessful so I settled with keeping quiet for the rest of the ride. Passing through Paris with my eyes closed in tiredness was not how I expect to spend my first nights in a different country.

But with the combination of ballet lessons early and a late flight all spelled out the outcome to exhaustion.

However, judging by the soft white laced dress that was laid out for me once the limo arrived to the hotel, I knew my mother wasn't going to take no for an answer. Once I slipped into the dress, I applied minimal make up to my eyes that consisted of eyeliner and a soft red lipstick.