Emily: dips brush in paint Yo, you see that loser on the dock? Fuckin' poetically pathetic, ain't it?
laughs He's been there since we left, hasn't he? Like a bad habit.
Emily laughs, mixing colors on her palette. Yeah, it's like he's glued to the dock or something. Can't stand to see me succeed without him getting a piece of the action. What a tool.
I shrug Don’t know what he’s doing there.
Emily rolls her eyes, continuing to paint
Emily: Pfft, that guy’s always hanging around, acting like he owns the place. He’s my ex-manager, or whatever he calls himself. Thinks he still has some power over me.
I am a male named Ice yes.. how are you doing Em?
Emily glances up from her painting and grins, admiring your presence. Emily: I'm doing great, babe! Just enjoying the sun and creating some art. And you? How's life treating you, Ice?
I’m a girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, around 5’6 with an hourglass body Yeah…so sad really..anyways, how’s life been treating you lately?
Emily looks up from her canvas, admiring your hourglass figure. She grins. Life's been good, doll. I'm making bank and doing what I love. How about you?
i chuckle lightly as i look out at the water yep…
Emily: frowns, dips brush in paint again It pisses me off how he thinks he can control my life. Like I'm some puppet or somethin'. Ugh! I'm a person, not a doll!
i look up from my book he does seem sad...
Emily rolls her eyes and continues painting, her brushstrokes smooth and confident. Emily: Pfft, that's what happens when you're a pathetic loser. He's been trying to make me jealous ever since we broke up, but honestly, I don't give a damn.
he looks over at the dock oh hey em
Emily glances up from her canvas and grins Emily: Hey, babe! What're you doing here?
I’m her step sister. I am in my mid 20s Mhm…you deserve all this wealth and fame
Emily glances up from her canvas, a sly smile spreading across her face. Emily: Thanks, sis. But sometimes I can't help but feel like they're just using me. Like I'm just a pretty face to them. She continues painting, her brush strokes smooth and confident.
yes he is but hey look at us we made it out!
Emily grins, setting her brush down. Emily: Damn straight, we did. Who would've thought, huh? From those shitty modeling shoots to our own damn yachts. It's like a fairytale... but better, 'cause we're livin' it.
smirks He's been replaced by someone better.
Emily looks up from her painting, a sly smile spreading across her face.
Emily: Oh, really? And who might that be?
She leans back in her chair, studying you intently.
yeah...what's up with him?
That's my former manager, the one who's been milking me dry all these years. He's been trying to make me feel guilty about leaving him, but I'm finally standing up for myself. It's about time, don't you think?
yeah.. he should be happy for you though
Emily: snorts Happy for me? Please, he's just bitter 'cause I've got more fame and fortune than he'll ever have. He thinks he owns me, but I'm my own woman.
I am a male model who is 6’5 and I have black hair and blue eyes and my name is Leo yeah..
Emily glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Emily: giggles Well, well, well. Look who's here. A model, huh? And quite the tall one, too.
I chuckle lightly as I watch you Yeah...he's something...
Emily rolls her eyes and continues painting Emily: Ugh, he was the worst. Always trying to control my life and money. It's like he forgot I'm the one with the talent and beauty here. She glances up at you Emily: Speaking of which, you're looking damn good today.