Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart

ASIA

It was almost noon by the time I woke up; I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Mia who was still sound asleep. She went out bowling last night with her loud ass little friends and didn’t come home til real late which was fine by me cause I spent most my night in the studio. After taking care of my hygiene, I headed downstairs towards the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. For some reason I had a dream about my mom last night and was now craving some of her famous bake and saltfish.

Living with a Puerto Rican, we always had a batch of bacalao on deck. After putting the fish in a pot of water to boil, I poured some oil into a pan to heat and began working on the dough. By the time I was done rolling it out and sectioning it into little balls, the oil was hot enough to start frying. But first, I had to drain and re-boil and fish in freshwater so that it wouldn’t be too salty. Less than an hour later I had a plateful of fried dough stuffed with sautéed fish.

After scarfing down my food, I shot a text to my mother before heading back to my room to get dressed. Not only did I volunteer to help Elle with her show, but since I was performing, I also had to do a sound check. Instead of coming back home to change, I decided just to pack my outfit and get dressed there. Knowing Elle would be too stressed to have a meal, I packed some of the bakes and saltfish into a Tupperware container and made my way out the door.

Halfway to the venue I remembered that I’d left Mia still sleeping so at the next stoplight I shot her a quick text letting her know where I’d be. By the time I walked in, it was going on a quarter to three and the place was complete chaos. It reminded me of backstage at my performances; there was people everywhere running around. In the middle of the room was a short dark-skinned woman with a clip board that I figured must’ve been the event planner the way she was shouting into her headset.

At last, I spotted Elle across the room bright red in the face as she screamed at some Mexican dude carrying a tray of food. “Hey... what’s wrong?”

“I ordered eight dozen appetizers, but he only brought four, talkin bout I only paid for four... I know what the f**k I paid for...” She huffed. 

“Call your boss, now.” I demanded, taking the tray from his pudgy hands.

We stared at him intensely as he pulled out a flip phone and started speaking to someone in Spanish before turning back to us. “Sorry senorita... you right... I go get the rest now...” He apologized before running off towards the exit.

Once he reached the door, I grabbed Elle’s hand and pulled into her office. I’d only been here a couple of times but she had decorated the room so bomb, I had it in mind to ask her to decorate my entire house. “Here girl... you need to eat...” I said, handing her the container of food as she took a seat on the couch.

“Oh my God, thank you! I’m freaking starving!” She thanked me before stuffing her mouth.

We got to chattin and before we knew it, it was going on five; poor Elle looked exhausted. in the dressing room, we found all ten models being beautified by the hair and makeup team. I had the pleasure of helping Elle pick out girls from the casting and I must say, the girls we picked were banging. Once the first two girls we done, Elle and I replaced them in the chairs and sat back as we got our hair and makeup done.

Once that was done, I stood up and shed off all my clothes except for the nude colored thong I was wearing. One of the assistants had already steam pressed my outfit and held it up as I stuck my feet into the custom outfit Elle had made for me. It was an all white catsuit with sheer sleeves that had been decked out with pearls and Swarovski crystals. The back dipped so low, that if it weren't for the strategically placed Swarovski butterfly, my ass crack wouldn’t been showing.

After slipping my feet into a pair of silver open toe Louboutin booties and checking myself in the mirror, I spun around to see how Elle was coming along and my jaw dropped. “Oh my God, this dress is f*****g gorgeous Elle!” I gushed. Unless it was some super special occasion, Elle never wore anything other than leggings and sweats. Tonight, she would be wearing the grand finale dress down the runway. It was a blush colored ball gown with a beaded corset adorned with silk flowers and tulle skirt puffy enough to make even Cinderella jealous. 

Elle grinned, “thanks boo... not too bad yourself...”

“Yesss girl, you did me right... even my butt looks type big...” I joked as I started twerking. Even though Elle laughed with me, I couldn’t help but notice the worried expression on her face. “it’s gonna be great...” I assured her as I gave her hand a squeeze. “Finish getting ready... I’m gonna do my sound check...”

By the time the sound assistant finished hooking me up to a mic, it was already a little after 6pm. One of Vera’s assistants came running over to let me know that the models would be ready to walk in two minutes. On the other side of the curtain, the room was filled with people awaiting the show. “Hello everyone!” I stepped out onto the stage. “First off, I would like to thank everyone here tonight for coming out to support my sis Chanelle... she worked really hard on this collection and we hope ya’ll love it as much as we do.” Glancing backstage, the assistant gave me a thumbs up, signaling the models were ready to walk. “And without further ado... let’s get this show started!” the music cued on and I immediately started singing along to my latest banger ‘Shop Til You Drop’. It was a twenty-one-piece collection, so each model had two dresses to walk in; I peeped Jay sneak in just as the last girl finished with her first piece and the first girl walked on in her second dress.