Tomorrow’s the big day.
Tabetha promises that her company is going to have some major project coming out tomorrow that’s going to change everything and launch her into stardom. We’ve figured out that she plans to write a book about the La Bare club, which she insists she has permission from the owner to write. And she planned to release it tomorrow, in order to cash in on the fact that a movie about the club is coming out. And not just to cash in. For some reason, to her, La Bare is the end all, be all in glamour and sensuality. It’s her dream environment, where the objects of her unrequited erotic obsession work. She’s dated some of them, she’ll tell whoever might believe it, and they’re all such great friends with her. So much so that they’ve all shown up on my blog to defend her. Because that’s just how they roll. You mess with her royal bitchiness, you get them, too.
Oh. Right. Those were all Tabetha using their names.
Models and strippers so buff and beautiful that fawn over her, a lie she tells herself so she can feel wanted and attractive. Time and time again, she tries however she can to interject herself into their world. Writing a book about them and releasing it on the same day isn’t just a a bid to cash in; it’s one more way for her to try to photobomb her way into their social circle.
She doesn’t have permission to write a book about La Bare. Nobody does. So, now that the world knows what she’s up to, she’s changed the name of her Opus, insisting that she did it for her own reasons. Because the book is inspired by the club, she says, Not actually about it. Her attempted end run around the legal consequences if they find out. And they will. I guarantee it.
What will she write about, I wonder? How drugs got dealt out of the club? And by who? The models? The management? Her? Who’s been sleeping with whom? Who she wants people to think slept with her? Will she agonize over a fallen model, trying to use his passing to get money and attention for herself? I wouldn’t put it past her. Any of it.
Will she release her book tomorrow anyway, knowing that she’s being watched? Will she let the big day come and go without trying to cash in on it for herself? Can she resist? What do you think?