Fame

February 22, 1975 | Los Angeles, California

February 22. 1975
Los Angeles. California

    Morgan got off the plane at LAX hot air hitting her in the face and the humidity hitting her. God, she hated the heat this was absolute shit. This would be her last trip and she'd be leaving for Berlin from LAX on the 25th of February. Her brother cleared an apartment for her in Berlin when he was there for a small trip with his current girlfriend now fiance.

    Miah hated the idea of her leaving to Berlin the drug capital in Europe at the time but he knew he couldn't hold her back from doing whatever she wanted. However, he hated the fact she got on a plane to go see Iggy. He calls her for the first time since she left that message asking her to come to see her in LA since he was getting help at an inpatient facility to help his drug addictions.

    She was proud and of course, she would go see a friend. I mean sure he got her addicted to drugs for a brief period of time which made it easier for her to get off them. She hadn't been taking them nearly as long as he was. So she got on a flight to LAX to go see her friend in hopes to help motivate him and show him how nice life is when your clean and not on drugs.

    She wore a pair of neatly pressed black mini skirts with a white tube top that showed off her cleavage. She paired her outfit with a pair of dark aviator glasses, black platform boots, fishnet stockings, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was freshly dyed blonde a stark contrast from the black it once was. The natural curls of her hair framing her face that had black and silver eye makeup and bright red lips.

    Morgan knew she was a beautiful woman now that she was clean and had been so for 10 months. Her body was more filled out now weighting a good 115lbs that matched her 5'2" height. Stepping into the airport she took her sunglasses off going over to the luggage claim where she grabbed her heavy black suitcase that had everything she needed until she got to Berlin in it.

    She had a black carry on bag on one shoulder and her suitcase behind her. She placed her sunglasses back on walking out of the crowded airport and hailed a taxi. She gave him the name and address of her hotel and he took her there. She paid him the proper amount with a five-dollar tip. She checked into the hotel and went to her room in the 4th-floor room 408. Dropping her bags off she called the clinic Iggy was at hoping to get a time for visiting hours as it was only 12:30 in LA. She got a confirmation that visiting hours were from 1:00-3:00 giving her the perfect amount of time to touch up her makeup and call a taxi to take her to the clinic.

    The taxi arrived 20 minutes after she called however she had already been downstairs waiting 10 minutes before it had arrived. She smiled hopping into the back seat of the taxi speaking through the open window that separated the driver and passengers," UCLA Neuropsychiatric Institute please sir." She smiled at the driver her teeth shining ever so slightly.

    "Right away ma'am. That's about a 10-minute drive so we will be there quickly depending on traffic." The driver said.
   
    She smiled at the man through his mirror before looking out the window where she could see the beautiful Beverly hills. She was nervous to meet Iggy again. She was also nervous that she may run into some of his friends while shes there which is not something she wants to do. All she wanted to do was see Iggy for the next few days to help motivate him, sightsee a little bit, and go clubbing while she could. She could hear music coming from the radio up front recognizing it to be David Bowie's song 'Rebel Rebel' off his Diamond Dogs album.

    "Ma'am we're here. The total is $5.00." Morgan hands the man a $10 bill telling him to keep the change before gathering her purse and exiting the vehicle. She places a hand on her pounding heart taking in a deep breath. She was ready to see Iggy.
   
    Walking up towards the building she felt her hands shake when she grabbed the door pulling it open. A blast of cold air hit her as she walked inside the plain white building. She walks up to the receptionist's desk her red lips parting into a smile looking up at the female nurse. "Hello, ma'am. I'm here to visit my friend James Osterberg who was recently brought in," Morgan smiles at the woman leaning on the tall counter glad for wearing the 5-inch platforms Iggy bought her ages ago.