The many loves of Vita, my mother.

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We arrive at Waterloo station. Sophia is in awe as always. She has never been to London. Elena shows us the way to our hotel - a short walk from the bustling station. Elena spent last year in London on placement in the royal ballet's teen programme. She was spotted in her first show by a talent agent and whisked away to Chicago for a week of intense tests before coming back to London and being told she is no longer recquired in the royal ballet programme. The Chicago school put her up in a a large apartment and she lied through her teeth to her mother about the programme she was apparently participating in. She knows the London club circuit like the back of her hand. We only see her in summer now. I wouldn't say Elena has changed much but she seems a little less upbeat than the way she normally does although upbeat wouldn't be the first word used to describe her. She probably is just working herself too hard over there to prove a point that no one thinks is worth proving. Will and I walk hand in to the reception are of our cheap hotel. It's only for one night and we wanted to spend more money on more important things - cigarettes, alcohol, and film for our cameras
We take the keys to her joined room and head up the rickety stairs to our rooms. Will and I are sharing a room and Riley and Elena are sharing the other. Sophia doesn't know who she wants to share with. We have 2 hours until our dinner reservation.
Sophia decided on staying  with her brother and Elena , which is ideal as it means Will and I can get to listen to the music we like without Riley and Sophia prodding us to put on Chart music.
The dress I'm wearing tonight I bought at Christmas time I was in London with my brother. We were going to see the Sonic youth at Brixton academy. It's one of my favourite memories; we walked around the streets all night talking, catching snowflakes on our tongues and taking swigs from the cheap wine we bought with our remaining money. We spent the hotel money on the dress.
Will becomes agitated as I carefully apply my makeup saying we will miss the dinner and the concert. Will, Elena and I are dragging Soph and Riley to a Björk concert. We wanted to go see U2 but they sold out. We were fifteen minutes late to the record shop opening because of our town's lack of transport to civilisation.
My dress glistens as the warm street lamps illuminate the alley at the side of the hotel. Elena is running late as always. As soon as we got to the hotel she left saying she needed to go and train as she would have no time the rest of the weekend. She needs to hurry up as the carton of cigarettes we're sharing are running out. Will inhales them whilst Riley stands at a distance saying the smoke could damage his career in football. We all know he prefers to damage himself with gallons of beer at his team parties. Elena arrives and as usual she seems as if she's spent the whole day drinking. Ever since she left her drinking had got worse and I'm getting really worrried about her Riley and I seem to be the only ones that notice the fact she's off her face all the time. She assures is she's fine that she just ran into an old friend and they had lunch that ran a little late. Will accepts her excuse and rushes us to the main road to hail a taxi.