Being Bad For Good Sake

Tiring Weekends (unwanted visit)

Despite the late-night online meeting with Mr. Gordon in London and the impending live concert in Spain, my mind was already racing ahead. Tomorrow morning, I had agreed to perform in a figure skating show organized by Mrs. Smith, a charity event that held great significance. The thought of dancing on ice in Cabdella Tower, located in the coldest place in Spain, sent a thrill through me. The frigid temperatures and short dresses were simply part of the norm for me, a test of endurance and skill.

As I settled into my private jet, sipping a strong cup of coffee, I reviewed the details of the upcoming figure skating performance and mentally prepared myself. The extreme cold and icy terrain was no match for my determination and adaptability. In fact, it felt like training, an opportunity to push my limits and showcase my abilities.

But before I could focus on the figure skating show, I had to deliver a mesmerizing performance at the live concert in Spain. The stage called out my name, and I gracefully made my way toward it, ready to immerse myself in the dark-themed song, "Queen of Mean." The lyrics resonated with my fiery spirit and allowed me to unleash my artistic expression.

The clock struck 5 in the morning, leaving me with a mere two hours until showtime. In that limited timeframe, I had a board meeting scheduled with several agents to discuss my next mission. Simultaneously, I had to prepare for my performance, which I had decided would incorporate a delightful Disney theme, a fitting choice for a charitable event.

The board meeting proved to be both exhausting and crucial. I found myself yearning for an extra boost of energy, which led me to indulge in two more cups of coffee. With just half an hour left before I needed to take the stage, I swiftly made my way toward Cabdella Tower in Lleida, allowing a buffer of 20 minutes to change into my performance attire upon arrival.

Finally, everything was in place, and I anxiously waited for my name to be announced. The crowd erupted into applause, welcoming their beloved Snow Princess onto the ice. With a sense of purpose and grace, I glided onto the icy surface, ready to enchant the audience with my performance.

As I basked in the glory of my performance, the crowd erupted in cheers, shouts, and whistles. It was a gratifying feeling to know that my artistry had captivated the audience. Moments later, news outlets and social media platforms were ablaze with my viral video, garnering an unprecedented amount of attention and skyrocketing the show's TRP ratings. My performance had truly made waves across the world.

However, there was no time to bask in the glory. Another engagement awaited me in Italy—a grand fashion show with the theme of Evening Party Gowns.

After enduring two lengthy and demanding meetings, fueled by three cups of coffee, I found myself backstage, waiting for the announcement of my brand name. The anticipation built as the audience prepared to welcome the heart of fashion, Miss M, and her iconic MDC designs.

The event was a hit, resulting in new commissions and global recognition. However, it also meant dealing with Luka's overprotective nature on Monday. I had back-to-back meetings for five hours, juggling multiple tasks and feeling exhausted. To stay energized, I reluctantly took pills, mindful of the risk of addiction. I had previously been addicted to them before finding solace in coffee. Sacrificing sleep and well-being for my career had become the norm. It was the price I paid to achieve success.