Pink Lady

Chapter 21

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Pink Lady
Chapter TWENTY-ONE: Storm

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Emma's Apartment
10:00 AM

"Pink Lady." I breathed out, for the umpteenth time that day. Those words are been etched in my brain since I read the tag. The letters were in huge loopy cursive writing. Reading into the handwriting will lead me nowhere. I wish there was more to that tag than those two words that have been driving me insane. I even considered the bouquet was for Emma. She insisted they were mine. Why would she receive flowers with a tag that had 'Pink Lady' scribbled on it? I did argue that Sandy becomes an official Pink Lady at the end of the movie. Emma shook her head.

"It's yours."

I stared at the flourishing out pour of flowers in the tiny vase Emma found at the last minute. They brought in a light scent in the apartment. A clean feeling. White daffodils and yellow orchids and apricot blossoms. The combination was divine.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Are you done packing?" Emma asked as she saw me stare at my bouquet.

"Um, yeah." I bounced on the luggage of clothes I was sitting on. We were leaving for London tomorrow in the morning (when I mean morning, I mean at 3 o' clock ante meridiem). I was excited to go overseas to another country but my mind was wrapped around the flowers. I've never gotten flowers before. Whoever sent them was kind enough to think of me.

"Do you want me to go with you to your next interview? It's nearing time." Emma took a look at her wrist watch. I sighed. I had yet another interview with THE Tyra Banks. You can't imagine how nervous I am to met a retired super model. Then again, the sweet smell of the flowers soothed that uneasiness.

"Caitlyn!"

"What?"

"Let's go." Emma shoved me out the door where it didn't smell anything like flowers.

"Hey, I don't have my purse!" I protested.

Emma dodged in and grabbed it for me.

"My coat?" I smiled.

Emma sighed, "Can you get the elevator while I run in?"

I nodded and skipped over to the elevator. I pushed the down button and waited. In no time, Emma was by my side holding out my red pea coat and an armful of her own things.

"Pink Lady..." I sighed.

"I hope you find out this Prince Charming of yours." Emma shook her head, "You've turned into puddle of lifeless goo."

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Chelsea Studios
12:45 PM

"I don't want this to be like any other interview, Miss. Gellar. Everybody has seen Grease twice, I'm sure and we loved it. I loved it. My momma loved. It's incredible how great the movie is. But I'm sure your tired of answering the same question over and over again. Right?" Tyra Banks nodded her head.

I smiled nervously, "Um sure?"

"Child, you're too polite for this industry." Tyra nudged me a bit but continued, "I want to dig for that true Caitlyn. What are your fears, your hopes, dreams, favorite food, favorite drink, celebrity crush, do you have a boyfried? Things like that. I'm sure the whole world is anxious to know more of you because you're a complete mystery."

I giggled and fiddled with my hands, "I didn't know that people wanted to know that..."

The audience laughed at my timid self. I couldn't help but to be shy. It's impossible to have self confidence around a women like Tyra.