Chapter Six
Los Angeles, CA
The Biltmore Presidential Suite
February 28th, 1984
Three Hours Until The Grammy's
" Bianca please stop fidgeting. " Karen says sighing for the millionth time.
" I'm sorry, this dress is itchy. " I say trying to stay still with the phone up to my ear while listening to Private Dancer on the radio.
You wanted to wear the tutu, darling. Please do suck it up I so dislike whiners.
Oh, the person on the phone is Freddie. We have weekly talks and I'm not letting anything stop this one. Sometimes I put the receiver on the piano and play him something new I've learned. Sometimes I sing my scales and he helps me get my voice ready to sing. Even if it is just for fun Freddie says " there's no need to ruin a set of pipes " like mine " so early in life.
" It's just... I never really sit in my tutu's I dance in them. " I tell him fidgeting still.
Well, that is the point sweet pea. Now you let her do your hair and I'll talk to you next week.
" Ookaay " I pout into the phone.
Now don't go sounding like that Bianca darling. I'll be coming to the states real soon to see you.
That's great! " Really!? "
Yes really now let's hang up together yes? On the count of three. One, two, three.
He always does this. Even if I stay on the line he hangs up so we don't actually say goodbye. He's so silly sometimes. I heard daddy say that Freddie doesn't have any kids or what he called a " partner " and sometimes he gets lonely. I don't know what kind of partner he was talking about but I'll be his best friend so he doesn't feel lonely.
" All done! Thank you for finally sitting still. " Karen says primping my hair a little more for show.
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