I take the cigarette from her nicely manicured hands and start looking for a lighter. Lady gaga pulls out her lighter and says,"here kid smoke up." She then gives a smile, We sit down on her red velvet love seats in her grand library. In her seat she looks mysterious and her outfit just adds to that. She's wearing unbelievable red shoes with printed pages and words across the sides., remarkably it matches her black hat that is t big for words. He hair is long and black and shimmers a blue tint.
She lights her cigarette while i look upon everything in awe, the ceiling which is painted with her in fur raising her hand to the sky, her thousands of books with the most peculiar names. The books range from spirituality to cooking to music history to fashion.
"the answer is yes." She interrupted me. Before i can ask what she meant she said," your looking at the books, your wondering if i read them all...the answer is yes, some i read more than once."
I crack a smile and mutter one word...." cool."
She then breaks the silence by asking me about my life and my dreams in life.
I briefly skim the topic of my adoption, my parents, school and work. It just seems so dull to bring up in moment like this. But I tell her my dreams.
"Well I like to be behind the stage...you know where the magic is, Stage crew. I hope to someday help out in broadway or a very important show."
"You have experience?"
"yeah i had four years of it, in high school, i know nothing major but its something. Plus i love the spirit the stage gives off and the chaos that goes on behind the scenes."
"i can relate." She flicks her cigarette in the crystal ashtray in the shape of a kiss.
Next thing you know it Im talking about my art work. I say I don't consider myself a painter but I paint...fairly good. I flick my cigarette in her same ashtray. This is so cool!
"What do you like to express in you art work?"
By now Im so comfortable around her I don't hold back. I inhale my cigarette and breathe out on words.
"Life...I like to express lifes obstacles, being able to show one self and being true to love. Thats why I'm such a big fan. You let others out ther know its okay to be who you are. And being weird or different isn't always bad. I respect you for being the one to finally stand out. Like you, I refuse to be another brick in the wall. We have a voice and it needs to be heard." After I say this I semi freak out. I couldn't believe I just used "we" referring to me and Gaga in the same sentence.
"wow.." She really takes it all in and consider things around in her head. "Thank you for being so motivated. Its funny how you bring up stage crew becuase my manager took her leave and we are open one spot..." She pokes her lips out to me and I smile."Would you be interested in something like that.... and do you think you could handle it?"
"yes! I would love that." I almost didn't get the words out but I manage to squeeze them out.
"The tours in two months, theres alot to do we should get started. She inhales. " Of course you will get paid." at the snap of her fingers three butlers came in with a brief case. They opened it at the same time and i swear at the sight of the money my heart drop kicked itself and julted alive twice. I yelled yes and she giggled at my enthusiasm .
"So..."she put out her ciggerette and stood up." you mentioned you can paint...I'm working on this peice and I need help. I cant seem to get the angle right....or shading. Would you so kinldy mind?"
I take one final drag of my cig and I put it out and jaulted up,"take me to the artwork."
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