~December 1984~
"Come on Vanessa. Mama Rose would love to see Crash again. She thinks he's her grandbaby." Charisma was going through her closet for things to pack. Charisma's mother and father were frequent visitors. They loved New York, Crash, their daughter and Vanessa—all in that order.
Vanessa was watching the way Crash was walking from one piece of furniture to the next. He'd finally figured out how to walk even with the bar between his feet. He simply swiveled from one foot to the other. It was cute and she couldn't deny that Charisma's mother; Mama Rose would love it.
Vanessa sighed and shook her head for the tenth time that week. She had no desire to return to Cincinnati—at least not until she made it big. Even thinking about it caused her anxiety level to rise. New York was a
