80% of success is showing up. (Woody Allen)

My days were busy. They had always been busy but life had become busier than ever. Every day was different but there were common threads. For example, one such day I woke up at dawn. I rolled out of my delicious 800 thread count sheets and pulled on a bikini. I walked barefoot down to the pool and dove in. As I swam one of the actors emerged in running shorts. He stretched by the pool and tried to start up small talk. He had a hideous southern accent but his facial features, physique, even his thick wavy blond hair, were all perfect. I would never be able to get past that accent though. An actress bobbed out of her apartment in short shorts and a skimpy tank top.

“Hi!” she chirped. “Am I late?”

“No, no, right on time,” he practically cheered.

I ducked my head into the water and ploughed through a few purposeful laps. When I surfaced the beautiful people were gone. I left wet footprints all the way up to my door.

I cut up a pink grapefruit and laced it with meth. Then I had a shower.

I studied on the balcony then I woke Tommy up on my way out to a morning meeting.

Johnson Cloud, the owner of Lifestyle, one of the best nightclubs on the Sunset Strip wanted to have a sit-down with me. Several of the Sunset Strip tycoons had met with me about the Hundred Parties and tried to align with me. Everyone wanted a piece of the Hundred Parties. Sunset clubs will always be successful but it was flattering that they felt the effects of my parties and I loved to sit there at their empty clubs in the day as they tried to be cool and proud while admitting to a little girl that they wanted to merge forces. To me, they were admitting that I was better than them.

Cloud was an interesting cat. He was Hollywood old. It was impossible to know his age. He could have been thirty, sixty or anywhere between. He was wearing a suit, which I'm sure was expensive. He hadn't shaved that day and the stubble was tinged with gray. His hairline was receding but he was so confident that it looked okay. Being old didn't seem so bad to me but perhaps it was because I was always so much younger than everyone around me. Age was poisonous there.

I pulled up beside Lifestyle in my little white BMW and strutted in like the club was mine. I sat at the bar and Cloud was out in a moment.

“Honey,” he announced as he entered, throwing his arms up like he was welcoming a new baby into the world. “Let me get you a drink!”

I gestured toward the bartender. “He's getting me a Mimosa.”

He sat beside me and started talking.