Celine
She adjusts her hair again, still feeling vulnerable and yet warm after their morning fun. Rene has been so giving and loving that she's gotten used to a certain level of affection, but this morning surprised her. The sudden shift from planning to rolling around in bed, tangling in each other and sharing ecstasy had been spontaneous and all the better because of it. Rene offers her a fresh cup of coffee and their fingers brush as she takes it. Celine blushes a little and sucks her bottom lip. "I can't believe so much is about to happen and all so soon." "I know." Rene nods once. "The ball will be wonderful, we have the meeting with David Foster in California shortly after. We have the album to finish, the holidays." "Work never stops for us." She smirks. "Sometimes I wonder if having a normal job would be easier." "Celine, you working a normal job would make the world a little less than." Rene says gently. "Fame isn't something granted to everyone with talent." "What do you mean, dearest?" "I mean that the reason people love you, are drawn to your music, is because you make them feel something. You bring a little honesty and heart to the world, you move people who have those regular jobs and make them feel extraordinary. No regular job would ever suit you when you have so much to offer the world at large."
