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Friends ch. 10
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Subaru Party.
I know my face told the story of a happy, confident athlete, ready for a career changing, life altering, multi million-dollar deal. But inside, I was tormented, I am not who these people think I am. I am screaming on the inside. With Harrison on my arm, I am misrepresenting who I am and everything I should stand for. He looks over at me and pats my hand and smiles. I smile back; I’ve worked hard for this. Blood, sweat and tears have gone into the making of my stardom. Is this worth hiding my true self? I don’t know anymore. Jonah Worthington made a speech highlighting clips of my practice he had taken the day we met. Sondra Van Lough also made a speech, this one more touching, because she knew me, almost as well as I knew myself. She knew all my stats, my bio, and had followed me for the last ten years. I felt honored and amazed that someone would take the time out of their life to follow a nobody. In a couple of months, I will be a somebody, on tv, on billboards, in the magazines. I will not let her down.
“Mrs. Van Lough,” I said as I caught her before she headed out for the night.
“Oh yes darling,” she said and led me by my arm to the foyer.
“I just wanted to let you know how grateful I am that you insisted I have this sponsorship. This means the world to me, and having someone as respected as you behind me is such a great honor. I will not let you down.”
“My dear, you show such great potential in the pro’s, and I want to be there every step of your blossoming career. That’s why I am personally managing your ad campaign. I will have photographers at your tennis club next Thursday, to take all the pictures for your ads. All I ask is that you do your best,” she said, squeezing my hand and walking away. As she walks away, I know the decision I have to make.
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Oh Damn, I didn’t expect that. I thought Dana was gonna try explaining why she couldn’t be out right now. Awwww poor Lara and poor Dana. I think Dana will regret this action. Poor things. Thanks for posting.
Wow, didn’t see tha coming. Thanks for updatng
Oh damn thats sad!