The Hidden Chords of Jasper David Chapter 3

The night before - our last night alone together - we had dinner at a very good Italian restaurant in Berry that we knew well. When we got back, we sat on the couch for a few hours, just crying. David made a great effort to enjoy our last night alone together, and he looked very nice in the "Prada" shirt I bought for him in New York.

Back at Gough Oak, I spent the afternoon packing while David paced up and down, trying to work up the courage to ask my dad to marry me to him. He was determined to do everything properly. He was too nervous.

"You're not going to scare him, David," I pointed out to him. "My dad isn't going to have a heart attack or anything."

They stayed together for about ten minutes, talking. I don't know what they said. I never asked. When David came upstairs, his smile and the K!ss he gave me said it all.

Farewell dinner (photo)

Ballet star dream is heartbreaking

We arranged a farewell dinner that evening. Saying goodbye is always difficult, but the news of Diana's death made it even worse. Everyone knows Prince William is a fan of Emma and I'm sure one day we'll be invited to Kensington Palace for tea and I'll be able to meet her - not just stand in a row, A handshake or something, but a real chat. I'm a true admirer, forget Margaret Thatcher, Princess Diana showed the world what you can accomplish if you put your mind to it. She got out of an unhappy marriage and started living the life she wanted. If that's not girl power, I don't know what is.

We went to Smith's, a restaurant in Onga where we often go for family gatherings - it's only about twenty minutes away from my mom and dad's house. We all arrived, two families, the Addams family and the Eden Victoria family: Sandra and Ted, David's sisters Joanne and Linna, and Linna's husband Colin; Jackie and Tony, Louise and Steven, her boyfriend at the time, Chester, me and David. Everyone feels very depressed and uncomfortable. Looking around the table at all the people who were important to me, I felt more strongly than ever that money was not important, but that what was important was living and being with my family. But I was about to leave my family for a year. Why? For money.

That night, I packed my luggage. Camilla has bought a big box for us. We're only allowed so much luggage: one suitcase. The color of each of our boxes is different. My box---just expresses my mood---is blue. You might find this kind of box at the bottom of the sea, with treasure inside. David actually drew a "pirate flag" on it. Everything is so touching.

While all this was happening, the girls called. The picture of David and I with the ring on our left hand may not have made the front page, but it did make the third page. In addition to being shocked by Diana's death, they all seemed very excited. For them, the feeling of going abroad is different from mine. Madison Melanie. does not have a boyfriend, and she has lived away from home for many years. The same goes for Jace. She didn't have a boyfriend who was very important to her at that time. Emma felt the same way as I did - although she hadn't left one particular boyfriend behind either.

Melanie B does have a boyfriend, but there are not many opportunities to meet him because he lives in Iceland. She called me at midnight and asked me if I had packed up. I said, not yet. What about you? She hasn't even started tidying up yet. She doesn't want to go.

And, anyway, how do you pack for a year?

"Don't think about a year," my mother said. "You'll be back in two weeks, so just prepare your luggage for two weeks."

The first stop we visited was New York, to shoot the video for the song "Unbearable" and to prepare for the MTV awards ceremony - "Want" won the Best Video Award, which made us all excited Surprised. We all wore black armbands in memory of Princess Diana. Unfortunately, Jenny and Caelynn weren't here with us. They've been doing our hair and makeup since "Want," and as a result, we all look like a bunch of dudes in women's clothing, especially It's Jace. I remember we were seated next to Lenny Kravitz and his daughter Zoe, who was dressed like a swing-dancing girl, even though she was probably not even 6 years old at the time. She was wearing a short leather skirt, white T-shirt, leather jacket, and a pair of sunglasses exactly like her father's.

As my mother said, we were back in England two weeks later, but only for one night. Simon rented a large villa in the south of France where we would rehearse for our first major concert in Istanbul in early October. At least, Nice is only about an hour's flight from London. Turns out, it makes no difference at all. It was like we were far away in Siberia.

Hot girl driving barefoot

The one on the far right is me

I finished work early one afternoon - it was a lovely August day and I just wanted to see David. I rarely drive the Mercedes SLK, so I thought, why not drive over for a walk? My call wouldn't come until 10 o'clock the next morning - I could get back before then. I didn't want to go alone, I'd never driven that far in my life, so I called up my old friend Maria Louise. That means we're going to drive there, spend the night there, leave at five o'clock, and drive back. No one will know.

That's what we did, and we started back to London very early the next morning. It was a beautiful summer day, and the sun hung low over the countryside. We drove fast, with the hood down, and there was nothing on the road. Because I was in a hurry when I left, I actually put on an old David's shirt, a striped one with a smaller collar and a few buttons, like a rugby shirt, that's it, no socks or shoes. . In order to keep my hair out of my eyes, I combed it back and tied it with a pair of underwear - a small black G-strap.

Driving the MGF was a pleasure, but the Mercedes was really fast - I covered several miles in a short while, chatting with Maria Louise, and I honestly had no idea what the speed was. Suddenly, I saw a flash of light. I felt extremely uncomfortable at the time. I am definitely a law-abiding citizen. This police car was not the one you would recognize at a glance, but a dark green unmarked sedan. At first I wasn't sure what to do. But the light kept flashing and I realized I should stop. No one has ever asked me to pull over to the side of the road before.

"Are you aware, young lady, that it is illegal to drive without shoes?"

I looked down at my feet. I felt very comfortable in the car, but standing on the hard shoulder here, with pebbles digging into my toes, I wondered what I should look like. I had nothing on but that huge shirt.

"We've been following you for 10 miles. Maybe you'd be interested to see how fast you go."

I walked carefully on the sharp stones on the roadside and reached their car. There was a small TV screen in the car. It turns out they had been videotaping. They reversed the tape and my new car appeared on it, with numbers in the corners recording my speed. The number is between 98 and 104.

Oh, not good. It's best to use girl tactics, I decided.

"This is the car I just bought," I smiled goofily, "I just got it last week. Isn't it cute?"

Not at all impressed.

There is no other way. Try the damsel in pain again.

"Here's the thing, I'm not supposed to be here, but I'm dating a football player in Manchester and now I'm rushing back to London because I have to go to work."

"I see," the main policeman said suspiciously, looking at my expensive special sports car, "so, what do you do?"

"I'm a 'hot girl'."

"A 'hot girl'. I can tell."

As if I were talking about Cleopatra.

"But I am, I am a 'classy hottie'."

They didn't believe it at all.

I do not understand. "Hot girls" are everywhere. Then I realized there was nothing about me that looked like a "classy hottie." No short hair, no makeup, no high heels, no short "Gucci" dresses, let alone glasses.

So I shook my hair out of my panties, took off my glasses, made a "pretty hottie" pout, and pointed my finger.

"Look," I plead, "I really am 'Hot Girl,' and I should be in the studio doing the next 'Hot Girl' album. I'm not supposed to be here. If you give me a ticket or arrest me, Then everyone will know and I'll be in trouble."

At this time, another person suddenly spoke.

"You know," he said, "I like 'Hot Girl.' I posted a 'Hot Girl' picture on Pamela Anderson at the bureau."

"How about I give you some photos signed by me?"

They started laughing. I took down their names and addresses and they let me go.

"Now watch your speed, Miss Adams, put on your shoes."

They waved at me and whizzed away.

Actually, I was wearing ridiculous high heels, which is why I drove barefoot in the first place. It's much safer that way.

Being locked up in "prison"

The villa was outside a village called Bio, but we had never been to Bio or anywhere else. During the month we were there, we only went out to eat in a restaurant once. Everyone lives in that house. In addition to us, there are also chefs Cressida, and Camilla. The people responsible for security are Verne, JP, and Ellen Underwood. His meaning of "security" is not so much responsible for the girls not being harmed, but rather the "security" in "MI5" meaning. When Simon isn't around (which doesn't happen often), Aaron Underwood is his eyes and ears. He looked like a pug --- even walked like one, because he was bow-legged. He always wore a suit, often a long coat--even when the weather was hot--in fact, his face was always sweating. He was walking around carrying a silver metal box that I was sure contained surveillance equipment.

When I was little, I was always troubled and worried, so I often did this: close my eyes, imagine putting all my worries on a boat, and stand on the dock waving goodbye to it. It was an old-fashioned ship with sails, and it would sail to the horizon with my anxiety. I tried to do the same with Ellen Underwood and his horrible box, hoping they would go a little further, but it didn't work this time.

I'm sure all the calls were tapped and I never dared say anything against Simon when I was talking to David, my mum or my dad. Later I found out that other girls were the same.

In the courtyard of that villa there was a large tent that was used as a gym and dance hall, where we and Priscilla, who came with us again, practiced our dance moves together. Outside in the courtyard, across a short driveway, they built a mock-up of the Istanbul stage.

As we all know, you have to be in good health on tour - so in addition to rehearsals, we also have to exercise every day: physical classes, singing classes and dance classes. The only ones who like them are Madison Melanie Melanieand Jace. For the rest of us, it's hell. Because this is the south of France, the weather is still like a steamer, even though it is September, so we have to get up at six o'clock.

After being with David, my diet became more or less normal. But now it's starting to get weird again. I think it's because food is the only thing I have control over. I can't see my family, I can't see my boyfriend. No one is allowed to come to our training grounds. No one can. It's only been a month, but it feels like a year.

Promotional photos for Hot Girls magazine showed us frolicking around like larks. But this time was not a happy one. None of us are happy. But we didn't talk about our unhappiness like we used to, we just stayed in the room.

One weekend, all the other girls wanted to go out, and I was worried that I would be the only one left. The outside world thought we must be in a beautiful villa on the French Riviera, but to me it was a prison. The situation was so bad that sometimes I had difficulty breathing.

One morning, Simon said he had received an invitation to attend the "Versace" show in Milan that weekend. He also said that since I was alone, maybe I wanted to go?