"Er . . . tres bien, merci, et vous?." I slurred, buying time trying to figure out who on earth is on the line.
"Genki desuka?", the voice became louder and followed with a string of cackles.
"What the . . . " I thought to myself, is this going to be a prank kind of thingie.
"It's me lah, XXXXXXXX." More cackles.
"oh my goodness, XXXXXXXX, is that really you . . . " I blurted, shrieked, and our conversation continued for a good fifteen minutes, or thereabouts.
It was mostly the "how have you been" kind of exchange. But tell you what, my heart was all warm and gooey. XXXXXXXX is truly a blast from my past, she was a teeny-weeny tiny girl when she started work with me back in the . . . er . . . let's just say the good ole times. I practically watched her grew up, along with the whole shebang of tears and laughter. The last I saw of XXXXXXXX was back in year 2000 when she was going to marry this beautiful man who swept her off her feet. She is now a very happy and contented mother of a fabulously looking eight-year old and I know this only because I have since been given the privilege of viewing her family album.
Oh, in case you wondered what the MVD below has got to do with XXXXXXXX, she was one of the Diamond Girls with whom I have the greatest of pleasure to work with, having choreographed their award-winning Diamonds dance performance. I will have you know my (sniff), yes, my Diamond Girls were trailblazers for the many bling wannabes who came after.
What a difference a phone call made.
*** edit as of 30 Sept 2009 - some smart aleck from the past wrote to correct me and I therefore now humbly submit; award-winning should read as prize-winning. Happy now?
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