I’d become a fixture at the Heartthrob penthouse, basically living with my boyfriend. But that wasn’t what I’d wanted. Not yet. Charlie and I weren’t ready for that kind of commitment. Not that I couldn’t see us living together in the near future, but we’d only been dating a few months. It was too easy to get this comfortable.
I kissed Charlie’s neck and snuggled up to him.
I needed to find a place of my own somehow. It had to be fairly swanky since I’d have to get security. So, I dumped the lame hotdog gig for another lame gig. The problem with sidejobs was my face. I couldn’t show it. Not as it looked in the tabloids, so that left me with costume jobs or telemarketing. And talking to random angry strangers was soooo not going to happen. I was stuck.
That said, I landed a perfect job (I thought). I was going to work as a fairy at the local kiddie park in the Arts District. Problem was, I had to produce my own costume. But I was low on cash since I was scraping every penny to get out of the Heartthrob penthouse. Luckily, Brooke told me Elara had scads of costumes–every kind of fairy imaginable. When I talked to the queen of evil, she said she’d text me when I could come up to her “room” to get it. I put room in airquotes because one day there were workers who’d made a lot of racket on the top floor, so I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I got there.
Elara’s text pinged and up the elevator I went.
When I ascended to the uppermost room, I caught a glimpse of what was now known as “Shadowmoon”.
“I implore you, your evil imminence,” Lord Bloodmoon whimpered. “I did not mean to offend you. Please be gentle.”
Oh for the love of…
But I couldn’t even finish that thought.
“Hush. Not another word from you, simpleton. We have company. And I expect you to obey without a sound. Understand?”
I crossed my arms. “I hope he has a loincloth underneath your robes, Elara. What the hell?”
“He is without clothing for his due humiliation before you, Lady Alexis. He has been a very naughty boy.”
I shook my head and sighed. “Whatever floats your boat. Now where are the fairy costumes?”
Thank God I got the costume and fled before I was forced to see whatever dark desires Elara had in mind for poor Lord Bloodmoon.
The kiddie place was right smack in the middle of the city.
I’d wished it was built when I was a kid because I would have spent every day there. It was a true fantasyland!
A few anklebiters walked up to me. My insides flipped. I didn’t know why but the little cretins always gave me the chills. I didn’t like kids. I thought I was doomed to never have them in my future, but my dad and I had a discussion about this. He said I’d get over it because he was just like that almost his whole life until he and Beau had Bray. (I was a bit older when he’d first met me so that didn’t count. He assured me he loved me the minute he met me. Whatevs, Dad. Good story.)
I looked at them and they looked at me.
I guessed they were expecting me to wave some sparkle dust on them and chant a blessing. That’s what my boss told me to do. I had glitter in my pockets for such an occasion. Problem was, I was a horrible actor.
“So, are you like a real fairy?” one asked.
I shrugged. “Yeah, kid. The wings kind of give it away.”
“But would a fairy have a splotch of ketchup on her chest?”
Egad. I knew I shouldn’t have had that hotdog for lunch. “Where?” I asked.
He pointed. “There!”
Then the little twerp socked me in the nose. “Ow!” I cried.
They all laughed.
“Hey, what was that for?” I asked.
The blonde said, “For lying. We know you’re not real.”
“Yeah,” the other girl agreed, laughing.
Oh my God. They didn’t pay me enough to be abused by preschoolers.
“Listen, you little fartknockers, you don’t want to make a fairy mad. I can turn you into toads and throw you into that pond over there. You’ll be eating flies and turds for the rest of your lives.”
Two of them widened their eyes and bolted but one of the girls, a brave one said, “I’m telling my dad on you. You’re mean!”
I retorted, “Didn’t you ever read fairytales? Fairies aren’t very nice. The woman who cursed sleeping beauty was a fairy. Now scram! Rawr!”
The dust mite didn’t even blink. “Gosh, we just wanted you to give us some candy. This sucks.”
I watched as she put her hands in her pockets and walked slowly toward a gaggle of parents.
I shook my head. Kids today. I was seriously worried about our world’s future.
It didn’t take long when a parental type showed up.
“Hello there,” he said, smiling. I could tell he was trying to get on my good side because he knew his spawn was a brat. Probably had to keep an envelope of money around to pay off people for his offensive offspring.
But I decided to give him a break. I could use the extra cash. “Hello.”
“I was wondering if you’ve ever done any modeling.”
That wasn’t the question I thought he was going to ask. “Er…are you for real or is this some scam to get me to pay money for a portfolio. I’ve heard of shitty deals like that, so if it is, you can save your breath.”
“Oh no, this is legit. We’d be paying you. I work for a modeling agency. We’d pay for your portfolio. Everything.”
He then told me his name was Julien Dobson. He was an agent with the Fiord modeling agency. Even I’D heard of them.
“No shit!” I mused as he showed me his website. He was definitely a hoity toidy agent. His Sinked-In showed him in some flashy Italian suit. The guy cleaned up waaaay good.
He gave me his card then said he’d love for me to contact his secretary so we could set up a shoot. After that, he’d see about lining up some jobs.
I’d heard about people getting discovered at restaurants or bars or even apartment stoops, but this? It all sounded too good to be true.
But if it could get me a little extra cash and I could dump these silly costume gigs, I was all for it.
Stranger things could happen.