Turn the Page

Life is like a book, every time we turn the page we get closer to the end. Some say that we have the power to write our story other say its already written and can't be changed

"So how long has this been going on?" James asked in a harsh tone to Francesca

"Look James, lets just leave this behind an..." James didn't let her finish

"Just answer the damn question!" he demanded

"For quite awhile" she said in a low tone and turned away from him and then turn back to him "I'm sorry babe" and tried to hug him but James could only just push her away. And sat down and put his hands on his head. There was so much pounding in his head of anger to the fact that he couldn't believe the reality of his relationship was going down the drain. All those years with Francesca just didn't mean anything to him anymore and he was ready to move on.

James stood up and Francesca stood a couple feet away not knowing what to do or say.

"Will this is how ends huh?" he said with a weak smile

Francesca looked at him confused "n-n-n-o"

"It's OVER Francesca and have a nice life" and left.

Layla sat backstage in front of a mirror as a make-up artist was getting her ready for the fashion show that only a minutes away. She sat calm on the chair trusting that the make-up artist wouldn't leave her looking a clown. Even though it was hard when everyone in the fashion industry knows that it is never calm backstage and a million things are running through peoples mind that makes it hard to even constrate.

"Layla! Layla!" one of the fashion assistant yelled

Layla closed her eyes and looked at the make-up artist "Please tell me you're done?"

"Yes hone just some lip gloss" he spoke as he applied it on her lips "and we are done".

Layla smiled "Thanks" before she even look at herself in the mirror the fashion assistant yanked her off the seat.

"Layla the show is going to start like in 10 minutes " he looked frantically at his watch " and you're still not changed" he said worried.

"Someone get her some clothes!" he yelled and everyone looked at him like a crazy mad man.

As much as Layla loved what she did she couldn't help to feel like a rag doll at times. Being pulled here and there, getting her hair done and the crazy make-up and clothes. It wasn't long until she strode down and back the runway and changed again. Soon enough the gig was wrapping up and everyone was getting ready to leave home and so was she.

She was making her way to her car with her little suit case rolling behind her when her phone ringed. She groaned it was her manger Alexandra and she really wasn't in the mood of talking but decided to pick it up anyways.

"Hellooo" she answered and unlocked the car and popped open the trunk.

"Layla! I'm glad I got hold of you! I just booked you the most amazing show for you"

"oooo" she spoke not so interested "will it better be good Alex" she said as she struggle to put her suit case in the trunk with one hand but managed to.

"Will Candice got sick and you will be replacing her for this Friday for the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! in New York City!"

"Oh damn Alex!" and closed the trunk of her car and leaned against it "Thats great...wait Alex today is Wednesday and its 11:04p.m." right there she knew that Alex had played a fast one on her.

"Yea I know" she said in a very calm voice

"Will that pretty much means I have to leave tonight"

"Yea everything is taken care off you just have to check in and I have a present for you also"

"Oh really and may I know where am going to stay at?"

"In the fabulous Hilton hotel my dear" and giggled

"Okay then I guess you got yourself a deal then"

Alexandra gave her the information to check in the airport and hotel and only had time to stop by her place to take a quick shower and pack some clean clothes and head to the airport that would leave in a hour to New York City. She hurried and checked in "So here's your boarding ticket and..." the counter lady handed her a portfolio and a yellow envelope " And this is yours also". Layla smiled "Thank you" and started to head to her gate and it turned out that it was her new portfolio and Alexandra expected her to meet some clients that just meant more work on this trip and in the yellow envelope had some extra backstage passes for the fashion show.

It was about a 4 to 5 hour flight to New York so she was able to get some sleep. By the time she got to her hotel room she was 4 in the morning and she would have to get up and started exploring New York. But she had to be at Time Square by 11 at noon for interviews and pictures for the Victoria Secret Show. But all that was in Laylas mind was taking a hot shower and lay in bed.

"Are you ready to order sir?"

"Ummm can I get some coffee"

"Sure thing sir anything else?"

James shook his head the waiter left. James had left to New York to meet up with the guys and it was perfect timing since of what had happened with Francesca. And didn't want to think about it and looked at his watch and was becoming impatient to the fact that Lars was no one to be seen.

"Hey it's James you asshole" he was obviously sent to voicemail "I guess you ain't coming anymore and I'll see you later in the hotel" and hanged up the phone and decided to head to the hotel to see if Kirk or Jason had arrived.

He stopped a cab and got in but someone else was also. James was taken away from this gorgeous female. With long dark brown hair and big green hazel eyes.

"You don't mind sharing a cab, do you?" asked James

"Uhhh nope" and smiled at him and James couldn't help to smile back

There was obviously a sexual attraction between the two. They where still starring at each other until they where interrupted by the taxi driver Brooklyn accent.

"Where are going today?"

They laughed and James smiled and nodded his head for her to tell the taxi driver.

"Ummm I mean uh Time Square" and so the taxi driver took off.

"Pretty nice weather, don't you think" and James mentally slapped himself.

"yea it is" she smiled

The cab stopped and the gorgeous female took her walled

"Hey don't worry about it" James spoke

"Nah it's-"going through the different dollars bills

"C'mon it's the least thing I can do, I mean it was bad enough sharing a cab with me" and smiled.

"Okay, umm thank you: and took one good last look at him and watched the cab blend with the rest of New York City.

It just happened that the female was Layla she couldn't help to think how kind he was since not everyone was in New York. Not anyone will share a cab and how incredibly hot he was also.

"Oh Fuck!" she wanted to kick her self in the head right there. She was so to taken away from the guy that she forgot her brand new portfolio and the extra passes for the show also in the cab. It wasn't like she could go chase down in Time Square because it was Time Square all the damn cabs looked the same. "fucken fuck" she murmured to herself she was so screwed now.

Just as James was getting out of the cab the taxi driver was calling him

"Sir, Sir your stuff"

James was confused he had his wallet and cell phone in his pocket.

"My stuff" he mumbled

"Yea, I'm not going to be responsible for any lost okay"

James grabbed the big black leather portfolio album thing and saw threw it and immediately knew to whom it belonged to.

"Yea, thanks man" he smiled.