A hotel

Being a celebrity had its perks. Although I was not too keen on extravagance, I did not complain about the five star hotel that was booked for me. The latest public appearance had left me drained and exhausted, so much so that I had no other desire than to go back to my room, shower and pass out. Dressed in a sparkly white dress that laid down to my knees, I let out a long, solemn sigh. As I was escorted out of my limo, I thought about my circumstances and all the things I've done. The Transformers films. The TMNT film. All the awards I had received. What did it all account to? I continued to ponder over the details as I rode the elevator up alone. Brian and the kids were far away. The damned organizers wanted to see me available, not married to the man I loved. It was a cutthroat business, and I wondered why was it that I even jumped into this cesspit called Hollywood in the first place. I had figured it was because I was too young to notice all the shit until I had grown just a bit taller.

As I reached my room, I searched for my key in my bag, and instead fished out my new phone. It was one of the latest models that Brian had gotten me on my birthday. It was thoughtful, considering that we would be spending a lot of time apart while I worked and he took care of the children. I thumbed through any messages I might have gotten as I entered into the lavishly furnished room, immediately relieved by the sudden rush of air conditioning, considering how hot it was outside.