LAYLA POV
Finally, I have reached the end of the day. I never thought that I would be able to complete this entire list that Macy gave me to do but I managed to do every last thing on that list. When I say goodbye to her I make sure that she knows that I have finished everything.
This time the look on her face was not the same as when I brought the coffee to her this morning. This time it was a little bit more a look of being impressed. She then politely said goodbye to me and make sure to tell me that I should be there at eight sharp with her coffee.
I must say that when I make my way back home I feel as light as a feather because I have actually accomplished something today. Maybe my sister-in-law was right about getting me this job. I needed to be reminded of how it feels to be good at something. I guess after I broke up with my boyfriend or when I found out that he was cheating on me, I kind of forgot how it feels to be independent.
I guess for some reason I forgot my own identity. I thought after three years that maybe we had something but I guess I was very wrong when I found her panties in our bed. I kind of just snapped and he moved out. Everything just went downhill from there and I found myself just being in a rut.
But today is not that day, today I am a brand new Layla. I have proven to Macy and myself that I am everything that my credentials say I am. Even though nothing on that list had anything to do with fashion or makeup but I know it is just the beginning.
As I get back to my apartment, everything just feels different. I feel like a new person and that good things are ahead for me. Then I take a quick shower and drink a glass of wine. I am completely exhausted after the day I had so I make my way back to my bed and fall asleep almost immediately.
JAKE POV
I wake up in my bed not really knowing what is going on. I quickly look at my hand as I remember the pain that was shooting through it last night. But there is nothing wrong with my hand. Then I look at the other hand and that hand is also fine. I fall back down on my pillow and then I think to myself that I probably had some sort of nightmare.
But then again, I remember how real the pain was. I remember how I saw something like a claw forming from out of my hand. I shake my head as I can not really fathom that something like that would happen to me. It can not be real.
Then I stand up and make my way to the bathroom but something caught my eye when I walk past my mirror. Then I quickly walk back and stare at myself. My clothes are torn. I almost stagger backward at the sight that I see in front of myself.
"What the fuck?!"
What happened to me last night? Why are all my clothes torn? Then suddenly without warning, I feel my stomach burning with hunger. I need to eat as soon as possible. I do not know what to make of my torn clothes but I do know that nobody should see them.
So, I quickly put on other clothes and throw those clothes in the dustbin. I go downstairs and see if I can get any food. I open the fridge and see that they have restocked the food that I have so easily eaten last night.
I start to eat and I almost eat exactly the same amount that I ate last night. When I finished eating and I see what I have put into my stomach, I start to slowly panic. I think I need to go and see a doctor but at the same time, I have never felt so energized and looked so good.
It is as if every time I eat this amount of food my muscles start to grow even more defined and I have loads of energy. Then I look at my watch and I see that my manager will be here in half an hour.
I need to shower and get dressed but most of all I do not need to tell him anything about what is happening to me. If I tell him, he will just start to get me nervous and panic about something that I do not even know what it is. It's not long after my shower when my manager pitches up.
"Good morning, sunshine!"
"Morning, Mark"
"I have to say you look good today"
I know that he always gives me a compliment. He probably thinks it is part of his job but today I can see that it is an honest compliment. I must say that I feel good today. Though I am very confused about what is going on with me at the same time I have never felt better physically.
"Thank you. I feel good today. Are you ready to get into it?"
"You know me, always ready"
"Good"
We start to talk about what I expect from the show and what he expects from the show. We discuss what songs I'm going to sing and then we make an appointment with my fashion consultant to see me later today.
I like to have a fresh look with every show. Laura has been my fashion consultant for some years now and I think that she comes up with the best ideas. As we continue to eat and chat some more I start to feel much more relaxed. I'm sure that this is just some nightmare that I had to go through but that everything will return to normal.
I should really learn not to get so stressed about small things like nightmares. I know what my life is and it is definitely not the weird thing that happened to me these past couple of days. I am sure that everything will return to normal after I had a good night's sleep tonight.
Then Laura makes her way into the living area and we start to discuss outfits for my show in a couple of days.