50 Shades Of Amy Lee

Chapter 7: Starstruck

I walked up to my apartment and unlocked the door, letting it close and lock automatically behind me. I then placed my bag by the door and hung up my coat in my coat closet to my right. I then walked into the kitchen and took out a loaf of bread and my toaster. I removed a piece of bread from the packaging, tossed it into one of the slots in the toaster and then turned it on. I waited a minute or so until it was done before opening my fridge and removing a bottle of ice coffee.

                I sat down at my table, placing both food items down and looked out of my dining room windows as the sun began to set over the city. The reds, yellows, and pinkish-orange colors all slowly fading into one, brilliant shade; into a color all its own. I took a bite of the burnt toast and chewed it quietly, thinking about my day. Perhaps Josh was right, maybe I could try again. No, I thought to myself immediately after. I had to keep things professional between me and my client. God knows what the press would say if they ever found out.

                As anxiety slowly began to bubble up inside of me, I could feel my throat beginning to constrict. I tugged at the collar of my shirt lightly and then took a sip of the ice coffee, the cool liquid soothing and relaxing me a little bit. I hated my anxiety. Whenever I got nervous, it always felt like there was a pair of invisible hands wrapped tightly around my throat, choking me, sucking the life from me.

                I got up and put the ice coffee back into the fridge before retrieving my bag from next to the door. I then brought my things into my home office, aka my bedroom most nights, and removed my sketch from previously. I then picked up my pencil again and continued to work on it, putting my entire heart and soul into every single line that I made. Sure, I had a stressful job, but I loved every minute of it. I dreamt in Lois Vuitton and Versace and saw nothing but Prada, Giuseppe Zanotti and Chanel when I was awake.

                I ended up sketching until around two a.m., until I fell asleep at my desk again. However, when I fell asleep this time, I knew that I had created a wearable masterpiece; a work of art that could be transformed into fabric and stitched together by the hands of nothing less than a fashion god, by no one other than me. Not even Donatella or Gianni Versace could create something as magnificent as this. By far, this was my best work so far.

                I woke up the next morning when the sun slowly started shining through my windows. I lifted my head from my sketch book, peeling the papers off of my warm skin. I then checked the time, it was already ten a.m.! Amy could be here any minute and my hair was a mess and I was still in the same clothes! I felt my heart beat pick up and I jumped from my chair, closing my book quickly and putting it back in my bag before I took off and ran into the bathroom.

                I threw my clothes off and tossed them into the hamper before I hopped into the shower and turned the water on. I squirted some shampoo into my hands along with some conditioner and ran my fingers through my hair several times. I then washed my body with some strawberry scented organic soap and then rinsed my hair and body off with the hot water. I then stepped out, dried myself off, and picked out a cute outfit. I then put on my blue and white polka dot dress and white roman styled sandals. I stood up and looked back into the mirror, brushing and styling my dark red hair before finally deeming myself good enough to be seen in public with a star, despite being one myself.