enigma2
who am i? what am i?
dakota prince
Sweaty and tired was what Dakota's appearance resembled the morning of the meeting with Miranda. It was yet another restless night, but there was no way she could miss a meeting as important as this one. She'd already heard the stories of how Miranda Carlton was like in person, but she'd rather see for herself which meant she had to be punctual. The last few days had been spent readjusting to California, writing new music, and checking up on her only family member, so it wasn't like she had any prior commits the day of. Even if she did, they would instantly be canceled since music was her everything, and nothing but her brother could ever be more important than that.
Since her life had revolved around the same three things for almost three days now it meant that partying and clubbing was not included in that list and without them on the list, it meant she would always end up alone for the night. It was quite refreshing not dressing up everyday, but that left nothing to distract her at night and all the time she made up for not going out was lost through the late PM's and early AM's. It was the same nightmares every night, the same ones that had started since she was eight and had prevailed and returned the night of the gala. She hadn't slept more than a total of four hours each day, with interruptions within of course, and it had started to take a toll on not only her body but her sanity. The focus she needed to write was barely even there, and bags had began to form under her eyes. There were times she'd want to take a nap but the fear of seeing the same scenes flashing in her head again stopped her, forcing her to continue to live on coffee and monster drinks. Dakota Prince was nobodies bitch, but those nightmares? Now that was something she feared, and reasonably so. Who would want to live their shitty childhood over and over again every night? I'm not sure who would, but I can most definitely tell you who wouldn't want.
So here we are now, a half asleep Dakota Prince is up at seven in the morning attempting to be at the Hilton Garden Inn before the clock strikes nine. She stalked into her bathroom to fully start her day but by the time she exited the time was already nearing 7:30 and Dakota moved to cream her body next. It was picking clothes that had Dakota caught in the middle and wasted most of her time. She wasn't sure what she wanted to wear since her brain was telling her to put in effort, but her heart was telling her to fuck it and wear whatever. The internal battle ended with Dakota listening to her brain and dressed herself in a white tube top and skirt set. She placed a light washed jean jacket on top and all white Air Max 97's to seal the deal. After spraying her vanilla scented perfume Dakota put her hair up in a half up half down ponytail before making her way to her next stop; makeup.
Of course makeup took the longest and by the time she was leaving her room an hour and five minutes had already passed, leaving her with 15 minutes to arrive at a time that wasn't considered late. For any other event or in this case meeting Dakota would say she was ahead of track, but Miranda had made it extremely clear in the email prior that getting there at nine was considered late. She'd heard it all the time, being on time is late and being early was on time but she was till late to being early. Deciding to leave the Urus today Dakota entered her Corvette and began the journey to the Hilton, fingers tapping anxiously as she drove on the steering wheel. Even with the early morning traffic Dakota managed to arrive there three minutes before nine, scurrying to park and meet up with Miranda and the rest of the artists.
When the meeting and questions were finally over Dakota bid her goodbyes to everyone with the intent of going back home to try and sleep. She was out of there as soon as everyone concludingly said goodbye, except for Cade who had taken a phone call. It wasn't until she was halfway back at the Stardom Hotel, feeling around in her car and pockets, that she realized she forgot her phone in the Hilton. An exasperated groan left her lips as she made a u-turn and drove back to the hotel, grumbling curse words under her breath. Rushing to the front desk in the lobby and ignoring confused looks, Dakota sent a half smile as she began to retell her story of how she had lost her phone. It was no issue finding the phone, but getting it back in her hands remained a challenge. The clerk seemed weary, it was a gold iPhone 11 Pro, but after continuous back and forth and entering her password her phone was finally returned. A sorry was sent her way for the questioning but she just sent a reassuring smile, they were doing their job after all.
On her way out was where she found a ginger sitting out front with a laptop and a notebook. Dakota paid it no mind at first, but after a second glance she recognized her to be the one and only Cade Adams. If she was going to be around these different artists she probably should start attempting to form a bond, so pushing away her dire need for sleep Dakota approached Cade. The 23 year old never announced her presence and rather sat down beside her on the bench, peering over to look at what she was doing. "What're we doing here, Cade" she finally made her presence known, although the idea that she could've startled the other girl never passed her mind. Instead she looked at her with a smile like it was normal to approach and commence conversation with people you barely knew, especially when they looked hard at work.
Since her life had revolved around the same three things for almost three days now it meant that partying and clubbing was not included in that list and without them on the list, it meant she would always end up alone for the night. It was quite refreshing not dressing up everyday, but that left nothing to distract her at night and all the time she made up for not going out was lost through the late PM's and early AM's. It was the same nightmares every night, the same ones that had started since she was eight and had prevailed and returned the night of the gala. She hadn't slept more than a total of four hours each day, with interruptions within of course, and it had started to take a toll on not only her body but her sanity. The focus she needed to write was barely even there, and bags had began to form under her eyes. There were times she'd want to take a nap but the fear of seeing the same scenes flashing in her head again stopped her, forcing her to continue to live on coffee and monster drinks. Dakota Prince was nobodies bitch, but those nightmares? Now that was something she feared, and reasonably so. Who would want to live their shitty childhood over and over again every night? I'm not sure who would, but I can most definitely tell you who wouldn't want.
So here we are now, a half asleep Dakota Prince is up at seven in the morning attempting to be at the Hilton Garden Inn before the clock strikes nine. She stalked into her bathroom to fully start her day but by the time she exited the time was already nearing 7:30 and Dakota moved to cream her body next. It was picking clothes that had Dakota caught in the middle and wasted most of her time. She wasn't sure what she wanted to wear since her brain was telling her to put in effort, but her heart was telling her to fuck it and wear whatever. The internal battle ended with Dakota listening to her brain and dressed herself in a white tube top and skirt set. She placed a light washed jean jacket on top and all white Air Max 97's to seal the deal. After spraying her vanilla scented perfume Dakota put her hair up in a half up half down ponytail before making her way to her next stop; makeup.
Of course makeup took the longest and by the time she was leaving her room an hour and five minutes had already passed, leaving her with 15 minutes to arrive at a time that wasn't considered late. For any other event or in this case meeting Dakota would say she was ahead of track, but Miranda had made it extremely clear in the email prior that getting there at nine was considered late. She'd heard it all the time, being on time is late and being early was on time but she was till late to being early. Deciding to leave the Urus today Dakota entered her Corvette and began the journey to the Hilton, fingers tapping anxiously as she drove on the steering wheel. Even with the early morning traffic Dakota managed to arrive there three minutes before nine, scurrying to park and meet up with Miranda and the rest of the artists.
When the meeting and questions were finally over Dakota bid her goodbyes to everyone with the intent of going back home to try and sleep. She was out of there as soon as everyone concludingly said goodbye, except for Cade who had taken a phone call. It wasn't until she was halfway back at the Stardom Hotel, feeling around in her car and pockets, that she realized she forgot her phone in the Hilton. An exasperated groan left her lips as she made a u-turn and drove back to the hotel, grumbling curse words under her breath. Rushing to the front desk in the lobby and ignoring confused looks, Dakota sent a half smile as she began to retell her story of how she had lost her phone. It was no issue finding the phone, but getting it back in her hands remained a challenge. The clerk seemed weary, it was a gold iPhone 11 Pro, but after continuous back and forth and entering her password her phone was finally returned. A sorry was sent her way for the questioning but she just sent a reassuring smile, they were doing their job after all.
On her way out was where she found a ginger sitting out front with a laptop and a notebook. Dakota paid it no mind at first, but after a second glance she recognized her to be the one and only Cade Adams. If she was going to be around these different artists she probably should start attempting to form a bond, so pushing away her dire need for sleep Dakota approached Cade. The 23 year old never announced her presence and rather sat down beside her on the bench, peering over to look at what she was doing. "What're we doing here, Cade" she finally made her presence known, although the idea that she could've startled the other girl never passed her mind. Instead she looked at her with a smile like it was normal to approach and commence conversation with people you barely knew, especially when they looked hard at work.
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