Livin’ la Vida Lola. Lisa Clark

      And…

      I rock out in a kick-ass girl band making holes in the knees of my faded, low slung jeans when I skid across the pink, sparkly stage during a screechy guitar solo.

      And…

      I eat vinegary chips on a seaside pier before riding on the back of a scooter, with my arms tightly wrapped around the waist of my very own ruby-lipped, angel boy.

      Sigh.

      Y’see, dreaming, wishing and hoping are my most favourite of all past times.

      In fact, every night without fail, I wish upon the sparkliest star in the inky, midnight sky. I wish that when I wake up, my life would become the sugary sweet, candy-covered movie that it really ought to be.

      It will happen. It has to happen. Lullah said so.

       Chapter Six

      Seriously, who needs a summer of re-invention when you’ve got a whole Audrey back catalogue to catch up on?

      Surprisingly, as much as I heart Audrey, I’ve never watched Funny Face. In fact, my entire love for Audrey is based purely on Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and while personally, I think that’s more than justifiable, I’m all about expanding my Audrey knowledge, which is why I’m kinda glad that Lullah had no room for the box set in her filled-to-the-brim luggage.