A Drive Down Hellen Street

"Celeste, I think its time you get promoted," he said from behind his big desk with the record label brand on it. 

"Okay, what to," I asked and sat back. 

"How about a talent scout," he asked. 

I looked at the baby picture of me on the desk. I took a little bit of time to think then closed my eyes. "Sure Dad, where to," I asked. 

That was an hour ago. Now I sat in my car, with the windows rolled down, and my music playing. The sun was burning me, but I needed a tan, and as long as my eyes could see from behind my lenses