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ponytail and call it a night.
    After I finished, stood in front of my floor length mirror
and did a routine exam of my body. My breasts are still perky enough that I can
get away with not wearing a bra sometimes. My legs are definitely benefitting
from my evening run around the neighborhood, and my butt was sitting proper
because of the grueling 30 Day Squat Challenge my best friend, Amy, had talked
me into doing with her.
    The last thing I am is conceited, but I think I look pretty
good. I may sit behind my computer all day, but it doesn’t show. Thank God,
because my desk drawer is full Skittles, Starburst, and more chocolate than I
think is allowed in the state of California.
    Before throwing on my uniform of yoga pants and an Old Navy
tank top, I checked my newest tattoo. The butterflies, stars, and stardust
design started right under my armpit and went all the way down to my hip, decorating
a verse from my favorite poem.
    I breathed a song into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For who has sight so keen and strong,
    That it can follow the flight of song?
    I sat for six painful hours getting that done, but it was
worth it. The tattoo is absolutely beautiful. My parents are going to hate it,
just like they hate all the others. I don’t understand how they could hate the Savannah
and Ashley Forever rose tattoo on my shoulder. It was done during a brief
moment when we were actually getting along. Sure, we were only sixteen, but it
commemorates the last time Ashley and I actually had fun together. They should
love it.
    My assistant, Nicole, was already in my office working at her
desk when I went downstairs. I really like Nicole. She is everything that I
wasn’t when I went to UCLA. She’s bubbly, easily excited, and eager. She’s also
a fabulous graphic designer and the most organized and detail oriented person I’ve
ever met. Without Nicole, there’d be no Savannah Ford. Or at least there wouldn’t
be an on time, deadline meeting Savannah Ford.
    “Hey girl!”
    Nicole looked up in surprise. Her face said she wasn’t used
to seeing me in the office, fully dressed and ready to work, this early.
    “I know,” I sighed. “But I leave for Vegas in two days. The
Hollywood Bowl concert is tomorrow, and the KISS FM party is tonight. I have a
lot of work to get done.”
    “Yes, you do,” Nicole agreed. “I have all your promo stuff
scheduled to Facebook and Twitter. I updated your tumblr queue and emailed E!
that you’re going to do the Billboard Red Carpet for them. I also checked with
The Capri to make sure everything is set for the tailgate event and confirmed
your room, concert tickets and Meet & Greet passes.”
    After hearing Nicole run down all the things she’d done
while I was in the shower, I felt a sudden urge to get right to work. Along
with my blog and social media consulting work, I also do freelance writing for
a number of magazines and websites.
    Despite the fact that I don’t manufacture anything, my office
is huge. I don’t know what the people who owned my townhouse used it for, but I
turned the basement into an open office as soon as I moved in. It’s where I
read and enjoy my music, as well as write. Since Troy forbids me to display my
concert merch upstairs in what he considers the common area, I have my tour
posters, framed autographed artwork, CDs, and t-shirts decorating my office.
    All that’s missing is the two items that I want to mount on
my wall. A replica of Jimi Hendrix’s Monterrey Strat and Cash’s signature red
and white strat he calls Bonnie. When I get an extra seven or eight grand, I’ll
have them both. Until then, that wall remains empty.
    I may not be a lawyer like Ashley or a tenured NYU professor
like my parents, but my family cannot deny that I’m successful in my career.
They had their doubts in the beginning, especially my cynical nemesis, so I
went back to school and got my Master’s, which seemed to satisfy them. Too bad
Jacoby turned out to be such