Doves in the Wind-Part I

Sh*tFaced

Chapter One- SHITFACED

THE HOTEL ROOM was completely jam packed with everyone getting dressed yet again. We shimmied out of our tight long gowns, just to be squished in shorter, more tighter ones. Afterparties were never a favorite of mine since I'd rather be in bed binge watching shows than to be around a bunch of drunk rich high people.

Mary helped me hop into my short golden dressed that stopped mid thigh and exposed my shoulder and collar bones. It was one of my favorites from one of Lorenzo's collection, and I was happy he'd let me wear it. Mary matched it with similar gold high heels, and I was done. My hair had been re-straightened then curled with a flat iron after my hair had sweat out just a bit from the summer heat of New York, and another layer of makeup was applied to my face.

While the other girls were getting dressed, I walked around mostly out of pure boredom. The suite we stayed in for the night was a massive presidential suite on the top 112 floor in the sky. We didn't have to share rooms which I loved. Rose was a living nightmare as a roommate, if we were speaking honestly. Just as I passed the foyer the doorbell rung. How did I hear this over the blaring music? I had no idea, and even questioned my sanity before walking over to the tall black door, pulling down the silver expensive looking door handle.

A boy stood on the other side, but not just any boy. A boy I'd recognized before, and considering he looked older than me I'd consider him a man. He was tall, with light brown skin and the curly hair to match. Just like us, he was dolled up in a neatly tucked in white blouse tucked into his slacks. The buttons of his shirt had a defeated purpose and never met, practically being useless because I saw a whole lot of his chest and the tattoos on it. "I know you," I let be known, I had to. He was so familiar and I had no idea why.

Was he a model? A singer?

"I know you as well, I'm Jace...remember?" I flipped through the memory files of my memory which was usually filled wit-oh yeah!

"Did we work together?" I narrowed my eyes a bit but with my long fluffy false eyelashes that meant I could barely see.

"Yeah, a couple months ago. It was once, I'm surprised you remember that," My mouth dropped. How could I possibly forget Mr. Jason Romano of all people in this little world. He was a producer now that I remembered clearly, and the session on lasted a few hours since a studio sessions with him costed a couple organs and a leg. But it was worth it, he was talented as much as words could tell meaning no one usually complained.

I nodded, finally patching the pieces together. "It's nice to see you again, did you enjoy the show?" I asked. He gave me a little shrug.

"I rarely ever stay for them, they're too god damn long, but I saw you perform on stage," Heat hit my cheeks in some type of nervousness. I was rarely ever nervous, but when someone like him comments on it...mayday mayday.

"...oh...you did?" He nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, you were incredible. We're on the same floor, I heard you were staying in this suite so I just thought it would be good to talk to you," A form of shock hit me. I thought he'd came for something far more important that just a conversation with me. Little old nervous me.

"You're lying," I said in complete disbelief. He was Jason after all, I should be doing this to him not the other way around.

"I'm not, you're an amazing performer Danielle,"

"Oh...you can just call me Dani," I said bashfully, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Well...Dani, you're amazing and I wanna work with you as soon as possible," My eyes widened.