I'm currently on my Private Jet named Randall. I may be famous but i still love This Is Us as much as the next girl. Hopefully if i do reach Beyonce status one day, I'll get a Kevin & Kate. I'm casually scrolling through my Instagram feed, & I see a post by Frank Ocean on his secret account.
I scrolled past it. I can understand why he doesn't share his social media with the world. It can be a harsh sometimes especially considering he's a black successful bisexual man. The world doesn't want to see people like him succeeding. I pull myself out of those thoughts & decide to take a nap.
I jolt awake when my Pilot shakes me.
"Woah you okay there" she says
"ha ha yea fine you just scared me" I say
She nicely smiles and tells me we've landed and directs me to my ride to my rental penthouse.
In the ride I get nostalgic. I grew up in New York, Its been almost a year since I've been here. Before i could skip down nostalgia lane my phone vibrates. Its Kendall, and it reads
" Are you here yet?? Im so excited to see you!! I know youre probably tired from that long trip, but do you want to hang out today ??"
Knowing Kendall its probably not going to be just us. Sometimes she can be crazy shy or a social butterfly. I text her back " I'm not that tired, when & where?? & is it gonna be just us?" I rub my forehead. I dont want to be in a fancy shmancy penthouse all day until the Met Gala tomorrow , but I also dont feel like socializing, see I'm really awkward & can't keep up a good conversation with new people. Social Anxiety has been haunting me all my life but as corny as it sounds when im on stage-
"We are here" The drivers says.
I groan because it feels as if I can't even have 5 minutes to think to myself. Not wanting to seem like one of those rude "I'm superior to everyone else" celebrities, I say "Thanks so much" and put on a big fake smile.
He helps me inside with my 3 heavy carry on bags, where I am greeted with the building owner. I smile.
She says" Oh Ms. Muller, Im so excited to meet you & have you stay in our luxurious penthouses" I Smile & cringe a little at "Ms. Muller"
Everyone I know calls me by my first name "Aurelia"
She proceeded to tell me everything i needed to know from the swimming pools to the super "friendly" boujee neighbors.
I zoned out almost chuckling thinking about how the rich 40 year old white people aren't going to like a 25 year old black girl that looks like a boy living in there building for the next few months.
The building owner frowned when she noticed i hadn't been paying attention. The old me would have said "oh my god im sorry i was just zoned out thinking about all the things i can't wait to do" but for some reason I just let her show me to my door and we parted ways.
The place was fucking gorgeous. The little kid in me started to come out. I ran out to the balcony & looked at the view. My cranky grumpy traveling mode switched off & I was suddenly reminded of all my blessings.
My phone buzzed again, a text from Kendall. It said "oh just Haily & Luka. Just gonna be shopping, gonna pick u up @ 2 text me ur address!"
I shot a glance at my watch, It was 6:23 am. 2 pm was quite a while away so im gonna go to sleep after i text Kendall my address.
I go to my room. Everything is so fancy, but i just put some music on & hop in the soft bed with all the white blankets.
As i slowly drifted off Ivy by Frank Ocean distorts in my head
*Authors Note*
For all you dehydrated hoes Frank is coming soon dont worry. *I know its kinda crappy because this is like my first time writing a serious story*
