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Here's the Natella portion of our program.
The new song is "When will he call me" from Phineas and Ferb.

If you haven't read "Novelty", " Never Have I Ever", "Rose Garden", "Painting Wild Flowers", "Sharing", "Winning Roses", "In Sickness", "All in the Timing", "Seconds", "The Campers Catalog", "Her letter", or "Barefoot CinderElla", I would appreciate it if you did.

For Logan

Do you pour a little something on the rocks?
Slide down the hallway in your socks?
When you undress, do you leave a path?
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath.

Ella's feet groaned in pain as she strode down her hallway in her towering heels, sinking a good inch into the carpet. She whipped the card in and out of the locking mechanism and then tossed herself inside her room. Leaning against the door, she kicked off her shoes and let them hit the wooden floor of her bed room. Ella let out a long moan of content as her toes flexed and wiggled around without the confines of her Satan Traps and against the cold wooden floor.

She hummed happily as she made her way further into the suite, plucking out her hair pins and setting them on her service tray. Then she launched on to the bed, feeling the cushions sink around her while she blindly attempted to stack her jewelry on her night stand. She propped her head up just long enough to open her mini fridge and get the Advokaat that was waiting for her. It was hard to find in the States, but if you were a top priority at Fashion Week, then nothing was to much. Well, almost nothing. She poured the mini bottle over a cup of ice and rested against the head board.

If her heart didn't already belong to Nate, this would be the life for her.

Ella laid there for a minute before sitting back up. Letting out a gleeful squeal, she slid in her dress and stockings to the bathroom. Now, there was something to be said about Parisian boutiques and fashion; but right now, Ella would rather talk about luxury bathes. She shimmied out of her stockings while she turned the hot water on to fill the deep copper bath. Swinging her legs over the basin and siting on the ledge, she took of her make-up and picked out a bubble soap.

Pink Sangria? Ella took a deep breath in smelling the soap. It smelled like her summer in the Bahamas with Nate. Done.

So, Ella stripped down and sunk into the scalding hot water. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them, glancing around the bathroom. She let out a low chuckle at the sight she saw. Clothes thrown every where, her bra hanging off of the plant, and outside the bathroom she knew that she'd left a lip gloss smear on the pillow, her shoes being rejected near the door, and she wasn't even sure that her jewelry and hair pins had actually made it on to her tables.

Most stylists would be itching to hang up the wrinkling clothes, but Ella just sunk further into her bath. She wasn't going to ware that outfit again while she was here, so she'd just clean it when she got back home. It wasn't going to kill her if she let them wrinkle or if her pillow had a stain, she'd take care of it later.

Right now, she was soaking in bubbles and liquor.

To: Nate Gray ()

From: Ella Pador ()

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Hey! I have one of your button ups!

xo,
Ella

PS- you can laugh, I did.

Nate wasn't sure what he was watching, but apparently Ella was wearing one of his shirts... while reenacting the Risky Business hallway slide. He laughed until his stomach hurt and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. After she was done sliding around, dancing, and poorly lip syncing, Ella appeared in a close-up.

"Hey! I heard that you'd been in a funk, so I thought I'd give you some entertainment and take the time to tell you to relax or something! I've probably had a little to much, and this might sound a little strange, but I love the way your shirt smells. I think I've told you that before. Well, I love you and I'm heading to bed. Skype me at some point, mister! Love you!"

"Hey, I was actually thinking about you this morning and I kept wondering when to call. So I thought I'd sing you a song I heard, I'm sure you know it too.

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo.

When will she call me?
When will it ring?
Sometimes I think my sanity is hanging by a shoestring!
When will she call me?
How long is soon?
Should I check my watch, my calendar, or phases of the moon?

And he doesn't have to call me, she can e-mail me or text me.
But all this hanging by the phone has really vexed me.
I checked my messages, you know how it affects me.
Cuz finding nothing in my inbox really wrecks me.

When will she call me?
Ooh-ah-ah-ah.
When will she call me?
When will she call me?
Should I check my watch, my calendar or phases of the moon?

So you should call me at some point. I love you."