Landed at Charles de Gaulle my flight reached the destination about 1.5 hours late. There had been a thunder to make the delay before my jet could suck up the air. As soon as we were at halt, the air I breathe felt heavy, my feet stumbled and my body shook. Darn! crowd again, I hate this hustle. Reporters, flashes perplex me. Can't skip the mess!

'As I was in this dilemma'

Excuse me Ma'am its about time! 'My crew head grabbed my attention'

I wore a silk Empire waist dress which elongated till it touched the floor. My heels were dazzling, eye makeup was still fresh. As I stood, I stroked my hair, complimented my own beauty and waited for the signal before I could exit.

'We are good to go Ma'am', Hannah complied, my crew head.'

When I stepped out, till the reach of my eye, a sea of people was waiting to see my glimpse and the red carpet underneath was the tale of my success. I could see "Rolls Royce-Phantom" amid media, fans and glamor but my ride seemed too far. I took a deep breath and went into the corridor of people who were waving at me as a token of their love and appreciation. 

'I still get flashbacks of my beginning, how I started, small and hurt, and how I reached the pinnacles in a span of some years. I hate being there time and again, this success is with me but it keeps budging a hollow me, real me who lives with the left overs of torn up incidents and messy relations.'

 In the middle of my thoughts I had totally forgotten that there is a crowd around me. When I came out of my zone my car was right in front of me -"Phantom". I had no hesitation in getting into it. A reporter snuck passed the security and in a jiffy asked "Do you see winning Fashionista awards, Ma'am Alisa?" you will soon get to know- I replied and entered the car before any other reporter could swamp me ------

The chauffeur kept honking the horn, my escort kept moving the reporters and fans aside so that we could exit the parameter soon, knowing the fact that we were already two hours behind the schedule. 

'Sighs!' so I was in France once more. I love Paris, I have always been a great fan for the place, a brand hub, I love the aesthetics of it, it blends with my taste and the gratitude is hyper therefore, I like everything about it.

'My phone rang in the mean'

'Ma'am, there is a change in booking at the hotel, and we have to wait for a while.' Hannah, gave me the news.

I, didn't want to hear something bad, being so eager to find some calm. I lost control of my temper at the spur!! What the heck is wrong with you people, why is all of my staff so messed up!! I need to consider rehiring. 'My tone was polite but the pitch was grave.'

Hannah: Ma'am, a lot of bookings have taken place in past few days due to which this anomaly has occurred, we are sorting this out with the reservation team.

Me: How long will this delay be?

Hannah: 'I am on it, will update you soon'

Me: This is ridiculous. How can there be a cancellation - I was totally disgusted.

I hung up the phone and gulped some water..

A few moments later my phone rang again

Hannah: Ma'am we have confirmed, it was a mistake. Hotel management has assured us that they are finding the best alternate and will be giving us the news soon.
Me: They better do it before we reach there!

'I disconnected the phone, and threw my mobile on the seat,casually!'.
Seeing my actions the driver reluctantly cleared throat and I realized my clumsiness during the moment.'

It was half past 9 and my thinking process was at its peak, questions upon questions were drilling my head-- 'Who will behold the award this year, will I be the very best again? Is there any chance that I will not make it? Will I not be able to grasp it, if I am not winning, who will replace me?
It was a sudden thud that pulled me back to life. 

Rush of people again as my car approached the hotel.

I didn't want to face the crowd, this mess was something I was running from. It makes me snobbish and I don't care, I want silly fanatics to stay away.

'I at the spur I dialed Hannah, get the crowd moving, Hannah!'. It was a matter of time before I could exit the vehicle.

I stepped outside the car I wore my "Maybach" glasses to avoid any eye contact.

'I can be sometimes, I hate to say this but deep inside I have this cruel being who makes me what I am today, my proud inside which despises . Walking and walking with pride among ordinary people can be funny. They are on the other side of the track, just to see a glimpse, just to satisfy their restricted dimensions they are seeing the stardust and the goddess of success. I like walking past the nondescript, it tells me the definition of stupendous, which is me "Alisa" the one whom people gamble their life for, who spend money to fifteen minutes of my time, how I sit, how I talk, What's my life style blah... "

'Access path to the main lobby was jam packed. Celebrities were making there way in and I
also hasted my way past crowd. Intense crowd covering was making me even more annoyed. I wanted to pass the crowd in real quick but the chaos was bewildering. 

During the hassle a person from crowd jumped over the barricades and pounced onto me with his selfie cam on-- I couldn't control my nerve and smashed his face with a full thrusted slap.
"You cheap keep away. Scram, everyone" I shouted."

The more I avoid the more trouble I get in. I had slapped a fan among media reporters and thousands of fans which was filmed and telecasted.

The damage had already been done as the security pulled the guy from the aisle. 

'This way ma'am - my security in-charge had cleared the entrance and I was being rushed to the lobby". It seemed like a war scene and entering the hotel's entrance was one hefty trick. 

'I was finally in and Hannah ran towards me with the key card, before I could say a word. She accompanied me to the elevator. 

"As we were climbing stories after stories in the elevator I could see the reflection of Hannah through the glass, she was totally calm and sober looking at the floor holding files which contain my data and schedules. Her etiquette is fabulous, she has the ability to absorb my harshness and maintain her composure in all circumstances, What would I do if you are not around "Hannah.." . There was a keen silence in the elevator as we approached our floor.  

' That dreadful nightmare was over and I could see peace. There is something strange about peace, its peculiar, its absorbing and it satisfies my lust of calmness. I can be me only me when no one is around and no pretensions need awakening.

Room '1709' that's where we were headed. Hannah was rushing towards it and I followed her lead.
Hannah: "Please have some rest ma'am we have had a long tiring day, I will be here in case you need anything and here is your key card."
"I smiled back at her and nodded my head positively", her reaction was calm as ever. 

I Threw the bag on the leather couch got my self out of the heels, freedom, getting out of those silly pencils. What could have been better at the moment to feast your self with a thirst quenching drink. I took a chilled martini because I love olive and lemon twist running through my throat. 
"Sipping it was the best feeling I could get at that time. It was crisp and satisfying"

The night was still at its peak, moonlight gleamed perfect from the window pane as I came out from the shower rubbing the towel to dry my hair. I wear my reddish cape before getting into bed, it helps me massage my upper torso thoroughly due to its easy adjustment. 'I was busy with my scrubs on the skin and in the mean my phone dinged once more. I was appalled to see numerous texts, posts and missed calls..!' The latest one was from Hannah...! 

"Ma'am are you doing alright?", Hannah's text. 
Me: Yes, all OK..
Me: Whats up ?
Hannah: Ma'am, please check your Facebook or switch on the TV.

I wasn't getting her attentions but I, logged into my Facebook and scrolled through the posts.. Shit, what the ....'I was numb'. I, in a haste switched on the TV, and switched to a news channel.. The media blazed at me with all they had, I had made the headlines yet again, and this time I was not referred as Aphrodite but Bellona. Questions were rising.. Just a day before Fashionista awards Alisa is again in the limelight, yet another atrocity, celebrities have lost it, there shall be a proper platform to apologize with the public. It was all abyss of questions and answers in media. I pinned the floor by hitting it time and again with my left foot and dialed 'Hannah'.

What's going on, Isn't the fuss exaggerated?, I inquired Hannah passively.
Hannah:'Ma'am, media and crowd were in scores on the location and all were on the vertex of capturing you in their cameras.

Hannah continuous:' Ma'am please calm down it will get under control soon, you have a long day tomorrow we are trying to cover that up you shall take good hours nap'.
'Its bigger than me Hannah.. I will call you back soon and I hung up the phone..!'

What the matter with media is? I can't stand this at all...! I went to the balcony and the view underneath from 17th floor was astonishing, Paris was shinning with all its glory. I wanted to open up my arms at that very instant and fly with the wind. I wanted to fly past all these glittering lights and end all of this drama, where there is no questioning and no trauma of facing anyone ..! Soon I, came up with an idea pulled out by hoodie and pajamas and wanted nothing but my loafers.

 I pulled my hair back from my visage, aptly made a piggy tail. I knew one thing, that this one is going to be another headline. I took necessary items with me which included my glasses, my back pack and more importantly my wallet. 

Its Time to move Alisa, talking to my self I, dragged my hoodie on my forehead, pulled the glasses out and wore them in the middle of the night...

My next destination would be, "The unknown...!"