Rayna
That Sunday evening was my much dreaded appointed time with Sebastian at the industry party that a friend of his was throwing for a client. It so happened that the friend he was referring to was the father of one of his patients. They grew to become friends over the years and he thought to invite him to what he described would be a celebrity packed event. I had no idea why he was asking me to be his date. I didn’t want to be bothered with him at all. I felt deep down inside he just wanted arm candy and knew that I’d fit the bill. As with any other occasion when he asked me out, I couldn’t turn him down, my conscious wouldn’t allow it. Per usual, against my better judgment I agreed.
On the way to the venue, he explained that it was an album release party for an up and coming artist on a major label. His friend, Paul, has his own event planning business and does big parties like this all the time. We pulled up in Sebastian’s peach colored Boxster Porsche to Zone, a popular lounge in West Hollywood. I hated moments like this when we were serviced from his car…this car. It made Sebastian front like he was stunting—and he wasn’t. This car wasn’t the latest model like a real baller’s would be. His dad bought it for him as a med school graduation gift and it was almost ten years old. I know Porches are such great cars and that being ten years old doesn’t matter because they’re premium, but his swagger was fit for a brand spanking new one. It always irked me!
There was a long line of people trying to get in. I immediately noticed the small red carpet event but of course we didn’t oblige because we were nobodies to the world at large. The energy was high and so was Sebastian’s ego. He thought he was impressing me. While I did like the ambiance and liveliness of the atmosphere, he contributed nothing to it and I could have easily had stayed home.
Almost as soon as we entered the building, I immediately began spotting celebrities. They were all around and moving about like every day ordinary people for the most part. There were established artists, popular record executives, athletes, and actors in the house. Although this was an R&B artist, there were even artists there from other genres of music like rock and pop.
“I’d like to find Paul and let him know that I’m here,” Sebastian gushed with excitement.
“Okay. You do that. I’m going to the bar for a drink,” I said trying to break away from him right away. I was surprised he had no objections. After all, he did bring me along for company.