Chapter 1
Im going crazy. Yes that's it I'm psychotic. That's the only reasonable answer to this. I remember being in a museum and next thing I knew i ended up at a hotel. I take a look around and see men in suits. Then I see a poster with my face on it. It says "Bunny, preforms every night" this is crazy she looks exactly like me. 'Okay Rose stay calm let's just go to the bathroom' all the women are dressed in short, sparkly, low wasted dresses. Oh my god. No way. I can't possibly be in the 20's. No I just can't, that's impossible. "Excuse me miss?" I ask the nearest woman. "yes?" Her accent is so weird. "Um what is the date?" I say. Suddenly her eyes go wide. "Im such a goof! You're Bunny!" She exclaims. I look at her weirdly. "Oh I'm so sorry it's just you're the talk of the town. Everyone is trying to see you sing. Even the poor folk." She stated. "Dear me! Today is Thursday the 25th." Okay this is some what better it's still the same day. "Um I'm really bad with dates what's the year?" I ask her. "It's 1925." She said.
Holy fucking shit. "Thank you." I manage to choke out. I look at my self in the mirror. I'm still me, but I'm not me?
"ROSE!" That voice sounds familiar. I look towards the door to see Ella? How is she here. "Oh Ella thank god someone who will understand!" I run up to her.
"Stop being such a sap. You're on in 30 minutes! Come with me." She says grabbing my hand leading me into a dressing room. "Here put this on quick!" She hands me a dress covered in sparkles. When I'm done putting on the dress she sits me down and puts curls my hair with a weird curling iron. It was a large heavy metal roller . "I gotta say Rose or should I say Bunny, you're blowing up! Everyone is wanting to watch you." Ella said. I'm still so confused. "You've already got a song prepared right?" She asked. Oh my god I have a headache. I only knew one song that was somewhat compatible to this era. I can't go singing Ariana Grande here. "Yes i do." I said. I need to keep my cover low if someone notices I'm acting strange they'll get suspicious. Ella put dark red lipstick on me. I already had a full face of makeup on. Ella pulled me outside just right next to the stage. The room was dark and a man came on to the platform. "Ladies and gentlemen we have a special treat for you tonight. I give you Bunny." Ella pushes me up the steps. I was a small singer back where I came from. But it was usually gigs at small restaurants. This however is a big fancy hotel. And there's a huge audience. As I make my way to the mic I turn around to the band members and say "follow my lead." They nod their heads still looking confused.
As I begin to sing the band understands the melody and start to play along.
Vincent's POV
"Do you think she's all that?" James asked me. "Please even if she isn't the 'cats meow' this is still a nice joint. I don't know about you guys but I haven't gotten bent in a while." Louis answered. "Louis now isn't the time to get drunk." James snapped. The lights dimmed down and someone began talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen we have a special treat for you tonight. I give you Bunny." The short man said.
A woman with a skinny but curvy body came out. I heard men whistle. She smiled and turned around talking to her band. "Wow" James gawked. I watched as 'Bunny' swayed her hips along with the music. The song was foreign. Did she write this? Once the performance ended she was swarmed by the press. You could hear exactly what they were asking. "Rose is that an original song?" All she did was smile and walk away. I've never wanted a woman as much as I want Bunny or rather Rose.
Rose's POV
"That song was perfect! I need to tell the band members to remember the exact notes! Rose we are going to be rich!" Ella yelled. "Go out and enjoy a drink at the bar you deserve it." She added.
"Gee thanks." I said walking away. This Ella only ever talks about money. But the Ella I know never payed attention to it.
I was at the bar and immediately a man stood next to me. He's just staring. It's so creepy. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Cash or check?" He questioned me. Is he wanting to buy my drink? "No thanks." I told him. He stares at me shocked. His mouth is practically touching the floor. I put my hand against his chin and close it. "Close your mouth you don't want to catch flies." I said walking off. "Excuse me?" A deep voice sends shivers down my spine. I turn around and see a tall man with broad shoulders but not too broad to the point where it's gross. His biceps look so big under the white dress shirt he has on. The sleeves rolled up. His hair is jet black with icy blue eyes curtained with thick eyelashes that could make any woman freeze under his gaze. "Um yes?" I say. "I'm Vincent." He says holding his hand out.
Vincent. God even his name is hot. "I'm Rose." I said shaking his muscular hand. I can't help but notice the tattoos showing on his arms. "So are you from New York?" He asks me. I'm still in New York? Thank god. "Yes I am." I answered.
"Rose! Come on we need to go to our rooms. I got you a performance in Manhattan and I want my money maker well rested for tomorrow." Ella said. Her money maker? Is that really what I am to her. I'm not even her friend? "Well, Vincent, it was very nice to meet you?" I say. "Ella when and where is Rose's performance tomorrow?" He asks her. "It's at the Scarlett Ruby country club at 9:30 pm. Do you think you can make it Vince? Maybe after you and I could get a drink." Ella said.
Vince? She has a nickname for him. Do they know each other well? 'Rose why do you care?'
"Actually Im going to see Rose. Hopefully I can get her to go on a date with me." Vincent said. He's talking about me and I'm standing right in front of him. "What do you say Rose?" He pulls me out of my thoughts. "Yes I would like that very much." I said.
"Until then, Rose" He says as he takes my hand and places a gentle kiss on it. I can feel my face turn red.
He walks out the hotel with 2 other muscular men at his side.
"Wow Rose. You got a date with the big shot himself. Every woman loves him." She said. "I mean who wouldn't just look at him." Ella adds.
Vincent. Who exactly are you?
