The Glam Life

The glamorous life.


Who doesn't like going to parties? Everyone likes parties. In our job, we are supposed to know how to mingle with people. This is where I met different kinds of people. From socialites and celebrities to the most humble beings. Up to the CEO's down to their receptionists. From the most warm to the cold. Different people from different walks of life. I learned that everyone has their own story but could relate to each other only if there were no social barriers. Who would think that I, a middle class nobody, can relate to a upper class dame about hair trouble? Ok...that statement was too "Legally Blond"-ish. But, you get my point, right?


Almost every month, we are required to go to the events of our clients. These events are more like parties. Which my mom accuses me of enjoying too much. If only she knew. It gets really tiring after a while. Having to go there at night when you would just rather go home and sleep. I'm not saying that I don't like it. I love going out and enjoying meeting people. There are times when I'm too stressed and tired to go. Also, there are times when you go to the same places. I slipped by tongue clumsily about this high-end venue that is a choice of most clients to hold their events. I told this guy that I was already tired of going to that place. Later on, I found out that HE was the owner of that place. Oops... What I really meant was that I was tired of giong there for EVENTS. I would like to go there just to enjoy dancing and hanging out with friends without being conscious of acting professional around business parters. You see, that's the difference in going to parties to have FUN and going to these pseudo-event parties that require you to BEHAVE. My boss gave me a stern restraint in drinking alcohol during events. She said that I have a tendency to drink too much. I was surprised because I never went overboard to the point that I'd get too drunk to bring myself home. But my boss told me that it was so obvious because my face would easily flush and get giddy. Ok, fine...I get TIPSY.

It is true that you get to meet a lot of people at events. There are a lot of guys too. I remembered a guy friend of mine who kept on asking me if I have met anyone interesting at these events. (I'm like, "What's it to him anyway?") I just said that I haven't met anyone "interesting". I know that this part of my job exposes me to a lot of guys. But, I haven't quite met anyone that really catches my attention. Some guys that I got to know became my friends, and there are some guys who would shower me with kind compliments and flirt. It all ends there though. I've learned how to read a guy's level of sincerity in his actions. I know when to let my guard down to the right person. *Sigh* Too bad he doesn't know I'd let my guard down any day for him.


Going to these events made me come out of my shell little by little. I remember when I went to my first Mitsubishi Christmas party, James set me up to sing with the accoustic band on-stage. I had declined the invitation at first when the host called for someone in the media to sing with the band. I was cowering behind Aileen and Nana so as not to attract any more attention by James' and the others' cheer. That was the very first time I displayed my talent in front of more than a hundred people. It was even a bigger crowd than our usual audience during our small gigs. And, I must admit. I loved it. James took photos. I felt like a real pop star for a few minutes. After that, I blushed the whole evening from the looks of people at my direction. I couldn't tell if they were curious or annoyed that I was a show off. I just kept my chin up and pretended I didn't see them looking at me. I blushed even more when the people from Mitsubishi smiled at me delightedly. I didn't know if they were amused or if they had another plan in mind. Later on, every time I would go to their office or see them in their other events, they would remind me to sing again on their next Christmas party. After that, I was invited to sing to different parties. And, twice, it was James' fault.

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