They assured her that there was a nice warm fire for when she arrived, and oh, did she relish it. She was freezing cold all over, especially her tushy!
Any chance of singing? On partygoer piped up.
Hang on, Sophie replied, just let me thaw out a little. Ohhh that feels so much better.
The radio was on and people were milling around, apparently disinterested. This party was soo going to be lame.
So Sophie grabbed the guitar from it's stand, pulled off her creativity aura - hence the bright luminous green glow - and started playing.
Everyone stopped to listen. Amongst them was Ludo Vicco, whom Sophie immediately farted hearts for ....
... what is it about Sim females and redheads? Really?
The evening drew on and it got later and later. Sophie was starting to feel tired ... and a little worried about making it back to the dorm to rest before class the next day. Plus, her aura was starting to wane too.
Sophie: Guys? I think I'd better go now.
Students: No, no! Stay, you're doing so well. Look, folks are actually staying for the party!
Sophie: O-kay, just two more songs then I'd better head off.
Slowly, the students filtered out, leaving a few stragglers behind. By now, Sophie's fingers were hurting and she could hardly keep her eyes open. Since nobody else was around, and the sofa looked so inviting ... and that fire was lovely and warm. She decided to risk forty winks.
Sadly, that wasn't to be, as the host spotted her and ordered her to leave. Grumbling, she reluctantly made her way back to her dorm and crashed out.
With only a couple of hours sleep, Sophie dragged herself to class. Knowing there was just a small window of opportunity between classes to actually eat something, she snagged a couple of apples from the fridge. Classes had been crap, her concentration was off because of her self inflicted sleep deprivation. So she grabbed a quick nap before sitting down to study ... HARD.
She was joined by a scruffy, stinky Sim with a distinctive body hair problem and tried her hardest to ignore him, but he insisted on chipping in.... constantly.
Hairy guy: Hey, you were at that kegger last night weren't you?
Sophie: Uh, yeah, I guess.
Hairy guy: I heard you were sensational.
She shrugged.
Hairy guy: Must have been one hell of a party. You've got dark circles under your eyes.
Sophie: Gee, thanks for noticing.
Hairy guy: Any chance of making appearances at other parties?
Sophie: I dunno. Listen, I've got to knuckle down here and study ... okay?
Hairy guy: Sure. Whatever.
She threw him a glare and he made his excuses and left. Just then, her phone beeped.
Hey Sophie. Heard you were awesome at the kegger party. Fancy joining us for our bonfire party? It'll be a blast.
Sophie thought about it and shrugged her shoulders.
Sophie: What the hell, I've got two years to study. You're only young once.
She texted back an affirmation and braced herself for yet another party. Unfortunately, this one didn't go down too well. She stood waiting outside for ages, but the music was far too loud and nobody heard the doorbell. So she ended up passing out cold in the snow!
Brushing herself off, she headed back to the dorm, where she received a load of irate texts, all complaining about how she SUCKED!
Yep, sadly, that's the price of fame. The public are fickle indeed. One minute you're on a pedestal, the next you're in the gutter.
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