Chapter 544: Bobbi-Lee's Cottage
Friday, February 24th, Evening
(Song lyrics in italics)
Parking the car on the street, she looked around. The one disadvantage to staying here is the parking is only on-street. She hated parking on the street, but her mom always told her she should be happy people were in far worst places than she was. That's true, but it didn't mean she had to like on-street parking.
Shutting off the car, Brett slipped out of her car. She closed the doors after grabbing her bags and locked the car. Brett started to walk towards Aunt Bobbi's Cottage. She noticed a young boy riding around on his bike. Brett ignored him as she walked towards the cottages. She noted the next-door cottage had changed the realtor sign to say under contact.
Brett walked down the walk and let herself in. Inside she noticed that the lights were on in the loft. Aunt Bobbi, the workaholic she is, was working again. Brett shrugged, crossed the great room, ducked down a gall, and went into the guest bedroom. Inside the bedroom, Brett dropped her bags on the bed.
Brett pulled out her ponytail and attached her hair with a hairbrush in the mirror over the dresser. She pulled out a few knots in her ginger red hair. After she finished, she went to the nearby bathroom and washed off her subdued makeup. Leaving the bathroom, Brett shook her head and walked across the great room again.
Brett mounted the stairs and headed up to the loft. Before she could look into the loft, Brett spoke.
"Aunt Bobbi, what do you want to do for dinner?" Brett asked, finishing as she reached the loft and was surprised to see Nana Brooke standing with Aunt Bobbi. Nana Brooke was Brooke Davis, Brett's step-grandmother through her stepmom, her dad's wife, "Nana Brooke, I didn't expect you to be here."
Nana Brooke smiled, "It's okay, Brett; I was just checking on some of your Aunt Bobbi's designs," she said.
"Oh, okay, I'll let y'all be," Brett said.
"Stay; we were actually discussing you," Bobbi-Lee said.
"What?" Brett asked, confused.
"Yes, Bobbi was showing me the designs you had input on," Brooke said.
"Really, Aunt Bobbi?" Brett asked.
Bobbi-Lee nodded, "Yes, we were going over several of my designs, and besides loving the Colombina, well…."
"I really liked what your input did with Bobbi's Volto," Brooke said.
"The ghost one?" Brett asked.
"Yes, the ghost one," Bobbi-Lee said, chuckling at her niece.
Brooke nodded, "Well, I wanted to talk to you about your first fitting in the Colombina," she said.
"Okay," Brett said.
"I was thinking early next week, after practice and when you have a day off from the studio," Brooke said.
"Yeah, sure, I'll check my schedule," Brett said.
Brooke smiled, "If you play your cards right, you might get to meet Anya Wolfle," she said.
"Who?" Bobbi-Lee asked.
"A singer who contacted me about an outfit for the Met Gala," she said.
"Oh, you mean her people contacted you," Bobbi-Lee said.
"Same thing," Brooke said.
"Oh my god," Brett said.
Bobbi-Lee shrugged, "Never heard of her," she said.
"Bobbi, do you listen to anyone current?" Brooke asked.
"Do you?" Bobbi-Lee asked.
"I do," Brooke said.
"So do I," Bobbi-Lee said.
"I love her song La di die," Brett said.
Brooke smiled, "Well, she'll only be in on Tuesday as she's only passing through. Bobbi and I will be having a meeting with her at Beaulieu," she said.
"We are?" Bobbi-Lee asked.
Brooke nodded, "We are, full-court press," she said.
"Okay," Bobbi-Lee said, and Brett swore she saw Bobbi-Lee roll her eyes.
"So, I'll talk to Mags about getting Tuesday off," Brett said.
"You're excited, I see; my guess is more excited about the possibility of meeting Ms. Wolfle," Brooke said.
"Umm, yeah," Brett said.
"Just remember you do have a job to do while there," Brooke said.
"It's a job?" Brett asked.
"Yes, considering I will be booking Quinn James to photograph you in that outfit," Brooke said.
"As in a paying job?" Brett asked.
"Yes," Brooke said.
"Oh wow!" Brett said, "A modeling job and a chance to meet Anya Wolfle."
Brooke laughed, "Well, let me know," she said, "I have to head back to Beaulieu."
"Thanks, Nana Brooke," Brett said.
"You're welcome, and thank you," Brooke said.
"Thank me? For what?" Brett asked.
"Just accept the thanks, Brett," Bobbi-Lee said.
"Being Bobbi's muse," Brooke said, smiled, and left the loft. Brett walked over to the railing and watched Brooke leave.
When Brett turned around, she saw Bobbi-Lee at her computer. Headphones hung around Bobbi-Lee's neck, and music was blasting out of them. Brett was about to say something, but Bobbi-Lee held a hand up to tell Brett one moment.
Okay
Does it rain in California?
Only dream I've ever known
Will they love you when you're famous?
Where you'll never be alone
Hope someday I'll find nirvana
I'll be looking down below
I'll be dead at twenty-seven
Only nine more years to go
I got a bully in my head
Fake love, fake friends
I was broken when you left
Now you hear me everywhere you go
La-dah-dee, oh, la-dee-dah
Gonna be a supеrstar
Be the girl you used to know
Playing on thе radio
La-dah-dee, oh, la-dee-die
Loving me is suicide
I'm a dreamer, I'm on fire
La-dah-dee, run for your life
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, I'm jxdn, I'm jxdn
Said I'm gonna be a rockstar, yeah, yeah, yeah
Told her I don't want a war, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't see me going far, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's what happens when I fall apart
All of me wants all of you
But I'm far away and I can't choose
Got a lot of lessons that I need to learn
Got a lot of lessons
My depression and misconceptions
And all the mistakes that lead to lessons
My depression, it makes me question
My depression, it makes me question
La-dah-dee, oh, la-dee-dah
Gonna be a superstar
Be the girl you used to know
Playing on the radio
La-dah-dee, oh, la-dee-die
Loving me is suicide
I'm a dreamer, I'm on fire
La-dah-dee, run for your life
Does it rain in California
Where the angels cry for me?
Want the drugs that taste like candy
And blood diamonds in my teeth
(Ah!)
La-dah-dee, oh, la-dee-dah
Gonna be a superstar
Be the girl you used to know
Playing on the radio
La-dah-dee, oh, la-dee-die
Loving me is suicide
I'm a dreamer, I'm on fire
La-dah-dee, run for your life (Oh)
(Oh)
Yeah, I'm gonna be a superstar
Once the song stopped, Bobbi-Lee shut off the music. Brett looked at Bobbi-Lee, questioning.
"Was that the song you like?" Bobbi-Lee asked.
Brett nodded, "Yeah," she said.
"I thought so," Bobbi-Lee said.
"What? I'm confused," Brett said.
"I figured out who Anya Wolfle is," Bobbi-Lee said.
"Just a great musician," Brett said.
"She was also your step-uncle's protege," Bobbi-Lee said.
"Brian Scott?" Brett asked, "Wow."
"Yeah, the one and only. The male vocals are Brian's," Bobbi-Lee said.
Brett nodded, "From what I heard, people speak of Brian; it's never good news," she said.
Brian wasn't always horrible, but, well, there is some bad blood between Brooke and Brian," Bobbi-Lee said.
"So, what does that have to do with Anya?" Brett asked.
"Nothing hopefully, as I said, former protege," Bobbi-Lee said.
"Oh, okay," Brett said, "So, what do you want for dinner?"
Bobbi-Lee chuckled, "How about Stu's?" she asked.
"Awesome! Doordash?" Brett asked.
"Of course," Bobbi-Lee said and laughed. Brett pulled out her phone and started their order.
