The Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week is "Demands". What would you demand if you were a star in your dressing room.
I have heard of stars making demands to concert organizers etc when they visit other places or perform concerts. I shake my head and wonder what they are up to, what is their motive in demanding such silly things.
If I was one of them and thought I could get away with such behavior what would I want.
Well to start with, I don't think I would be very proud of myself for behaving like that....but... I would like a little luxury and pampering. What woman wouldn't like that if they could have it?
What would I like to pamper and spoil me?
How nice it might be to be able to hold people to ransom with silly behavior, for me to be considered important enough that they would bow to my demands.
How about a masseur and a big bubbly spa bath with pretty smelling stuff in the water and drinks of my choice beside the bath waiting for me, maybe a jug of slightly sweetened iced tea. The room would be all white with lots of lush plants and flowers to decorate it. Gentle music, soft thick fluffy towels and maybe some of those delicious liqueur chocolates that I love. Mmmm. Yep I could take that.
My room would be just the right temperature, about 24 degrees Celsius, slightly cooler at night, and have a big soft, but well supporting bed, following through from the bathroom with the plant and flower theme.
My meals would be calorie counted by the chef to allow me to have that extra little bit of indulgence with the liqueur chocolates beside the bathtub. And....nobody would step through the door into my retreat who wasn't invited by me!
Two way glass... yes! Two way glass... so I could look outside and see everything that was going on over the city and in the hall way. That would be fun. I would like to be able to switch it off though, when I wanted to.
How about someone to share it all with, someone who wanted and loved the same things as me, loved me. Hmmm, now who is that? That might be a little bit more difficult. If I was a star who could I trust? Who would there be out there in the big scary, fake and faithless world that didn't want me for my fame or my finances or the prestige of being with a star like me. Who could I trust? Who would love me? Not many I suspect.
I think I will stay the way I am. No choice there anyway. Hahaha!