Fame

New York City, New York January 24, 1974

New York City, New York
January 24, 1974

    Morgan Patel was a bruised girl. Broken girl. And a well known unconfirmed drug addict. Her best friend was a well-known artist Iggy Pop who actually introduced her to the wonders of drugs. Oh how much she hated yet loved them at the same time. He was 27 and Morgan only 23, having met at a bar during her 19th birthday they both hit it off well. The younger girl moving in with Iggy when she had only been 21 and fresh out of college and wanting to enter the music business.

    Morgan looks down at her mirrored tray and old grains of cocaine spread across said tray. An old dollar bill that had been constantly rolled and unrolled sitting next to it along with a razor blade. She had been out of coke for a day now and she was already going through withdrawals. Oh, how she needed Iggy to get home soon. She needed her to fix and he always brought her more coke. He always did. Her body hurt and was dripping with sweat. She was in pain but it hadn't got bad yet. She had never run out when Iggy was gone. He was at a club about a 30-minute walk away. She wanted to go find him. Ask him for more. But she didn't want the press to see her and ruin his career. She knew she'd be waiting for a few more hours for him to get back.

    She was so cold but she couldn't sit still. No. She had to get up and walk around and so that's exactly what she did. She placed a circle around the kitchen table in her shared apartment, sweat dripping down her body, and tears on her sunken pale cheeks that haven't had any color in them for over a month now.

    Oh, that's right. She's only been in New York City with Iggs for a month now. Only a month and she's not the same girl from two months- no four months ago. She's different now. Her once long thick brown hair now stringy and in a bob cut constantly greasy, her once bright brown eyes now dull, and her once tanned skin pale from drug abuse and constantly staying indoors.

    Looking up at the clock she realizes she's been pacing around for the last 2 hours, the clock showing it's now midnight. Morgan is able to hear the heavy boots coming towards her apartment making her realize it's Iggy. She knows the sound of his boots anywhere. After all, she bought them for him before she got this way.

    The door creaks open, laughter entering the house. Four men are here in her house. Her home. Iggy's laughter stops while the other men continue. "Aye Morg! Where ya at I have some people for you to meet!"

    Morgan stills her body growing tense as she runs her fingers through her hair. A baggy tank top hangs from her shoulders exposing her frail collarbones and shoulders and the such. A pair of Jean shorts hang from her hips not fitting around her thighs which are so small and frail she could probably fit both hands around them to where they touch. She quickly grabs a jacket off the chair near her, throwing it on and trying to seem more presentable. "Uh yeah, Igg I'm here! Ju-just gimme a second!"

    Her hands shake as she zips up the sweater she put on walking out towards where the men are all sitting around the sofa. She looks at Iggy wiping the sweat off her brow and trying to suppress her chills. "What's up?" She says looking towards the other men from the side of her eye. She recognizes James, Ron, and Jimmy but not the other man.

    The man is looking at her with two mismatched eyes, slightly sunkissed skin, beautiful bone structure, and red hair that looks a little faded into orange. He looks familiar for some reason and she can't put her finger on it. She will later when she gets her well-needed fix into her system she supposes.

    "Morgan I want you to meet my friend David. David, this is my best friend Morgan." Iggy says introducing the two of them.

    Morgan just nods at the man mumbling out a small," Uh, yeah nice to meet you, Mr. Bowie."

    He looks up at her and in a smooth British accent he replies with," Likewise Morgan." David looks her body up and down before looking away, lighting his cigarette.

    "I met David in '71, Remember? He's the one I went to England within '72." Iggy says looking at her knowing she's going to be asking for her fix real, real, soon.

    "Huh...Oh yeah, I remember. Now I know why he sounded familiar." She responds softly before looking at Iggy once again instead of the wall she was staring into. "Do you have any?"

    Iggy looks up at her smiling," Yeah go get your tray and stuff and line us up some."

    Morgan nods walking into the kitchen stumbling over her own two feet almost tripping to the floor in excitement to get her fixed. Oh how much she missed the sweet fix of cocaine in her system. She reaches the kitchen table grabbing her tray, blade, and bill. She also grabs a carton of milk to help the cocaine go down into her system faster.

   

    She walks into the living room setting her stuff down onto the coffee table setting herself down on the floor between Iggy and James. Her hands shake as Iggy makes three lines on the tray. One for herself, one for him, and the other most likely for David. Iggy took his line passing the now rolled-up bill to Morgan who quickly snorted her line of coke feeling her body instantly react calming itself down but still twitchy. She passes the tray over to David as they all start talking. Morgan gets up to grab her cigarettes out of her purse by the door. Grabbing her Marlboro reds she lights them with a cheap match before going back towards her spot on the floor.

   

    David looks at her attempting to start a conversation and get to know one of her best friends. "So what do you do for a living?" He asks politely trying not to let his newly found persona "appear".

    Her hand comes back from its tilted back position from where she was gazing up at the white popcorn ceiling. Her face looks towards his general direction where she sighs snuffing out her cigarette on the ashtray. "I used to do music for a little bit before I moved to New York, but I stopped when I got here." She grabs the bag of cocaine setting herself up to another line before she snorts it.

    She grabs the now slightly warm milk-drinking it swiftly. David looks curiously at the milk," Why do you chase the coke down with milk?"

    She shrugs responding, "It helps it settle and adds more color into my skin." She swiftly stands up walking over towards he Vinyl player in a corner of the room picking up a Rolling Stones album called 'Exile on Main Street'. She swings her bony hips along to the music when the first song Rocks Off starts playing. She's enchanting to Bowie. He's never seen a woman more enchanting than her.