<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/lwTw3jW.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Baylee Rocywood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846596#msg13846596)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A flowing balck thin stripped dress, a pair of sandled heels and a large black handbag (https://i.imgur.com/KVBOPQX.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In her room on the phone, trying to finsh up to join the others<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chrissa<br/><hr/><br/>Baylee rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day as her Uncle droned on and on about something or another. She was lucky he liked listening to himself for she was able to get ready while he went over the new numbers for the upcoming talent she had scouted out for him two months ago. She looked herself in the mirror and smiled at how the little black dress she bought fitted her so nicely. Back in high school, she won't have been caught dead in a dress, even for Prom it took a lot of bribery (and alcohol) to get her into one. Flipping her long hair as she moved back into the bedroom, she had arrived a few days ago curious to see her old hometown and wondered what it was like now ten years later. The old house was still abanded and Bay took a chance and was able to sneak in and reminisce in her childhood. Creaky floor boards, measurements of her growth over the years, even the old pinao they couldn't sell set sat in the house. Everything outside was overgrown and was more a jungle then a backyard. The barn was no better, it looked as if the land had been bought and was about to be laid out to be turned into a carpark or minimart. She could recall every single barn party she had thrown while her daddy was away. Everyone who was eveyone had come, (ya know free beer and all). So many fond memories she left here. Some good and some not so good. One of them being her felling off the roof and breaking her arm duting one of those set parties. She came down the hill and smiled as she saw what made her climb that old wooden barn. She was quick to sneak under the yellow construction tape and steal the lucky horseshoe that everyone dared each other to touch at the top of the barn to receive a kiss from the person they liked. Only a lucky few were brave enough or stupid enough to climb the rafters to do so. Bay was running and laughing as she clutched the horseshoe in her hand the yelling of workmen behind her fueling her good mood. She looked down at shoe that was now resting on her hotel desk and traced the worn ridges of it. How would tonight play out? She wasn't so sure people would recognize her unless she was shit faced and dancing on tabletops or doing body shots. Either that or she was pranking subs or harassing boys who would pick on her friends. She covered her red face with her cool hands to calm herself down. It had been ten years she had to remind herself. People could change...<br/><br/><strong>"Baylee Ann Roycewood, are ya listening to me?!"</strong>Bay shook her head and sighed, putting her Uncle off mute,<strong>"Yes Uncle Ray..."</strong>she said in a monotone voice as she frowned at the heels she held in one crooked finger.<strong>"Baby, I'm sorry, it just that I'm a mess when ya not here orginzing all this. When will ya be back in town?"</strong>Bay dropped the shoes and glared at the phone.<strong>"I told ya da I'd be back Sunday night, ask Minnie for help. She knows where to find all my files and is more den happy to help you."</strong>She giggles as she heard her Uncle get a bit flustered when she mentioned his office crush over the phone.<strong>"Look, Uncle Ray, I gotta go. dis party starts and I'm already gunna be late as is. I love ya and Ill see ya soon. Bye now."</strong>She blew him some kisses and hung up and nearly dropped her phone when she saw the time.<strong>"God Damn It."</strong>She slipped the heels on and grimaced at how uncomfy they were. At home, she never had to dress up for anything, unless it was a special dinner which wasn't often. Living in Nashville dressing up was done with a bit of country class. Boots were an acceptable shoe to wear with any outfit and Bay loved evey minute of it. She pouted at her boots that sat in the corner and debated for half a minute before sighing in defeat.<strong>"Dis better worth it..."</strong>She huffed and tied the straps of her heels. Taking a few awkward steps around the room till she got her bearing, she picked up her bag and made sure she had all her things before leaving the room. Baylee hit the elevator button, walked into the empty shaft and punched the L button while watching the mirror doors slid shut. She checked her phone and decided to do a post for her friends back at Tooties since they wouldn't believe Miss Baylee Roycewood was all dolled up for her high school Reunion.<br/><br/><hr/>(http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png)(https://i.imgur.com/LNiy0Uw.jpg?1)<br/><strong>Baylee Rocyewood:</strong>Off to my High school reunion, high heels on and head held high! Yes I said High heels... Lord help me<strong>#TootiegirlsNash</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Bay swallowed the lump in her throat as she stepped off the elevator and made her way over to the ballroom. She faltered a few times trying her best to find her balance in the new shoes. Just then she felt her phone ding as a new message came through. Her face lit up as she saw it was a message from her bestie, Chrissa. She smiled and rolled her eyes as she typed up a quick reply.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/>OMG, no worries girl, Uncle Ray had me on the phone all afternoon. I just made it down to the Lobby myself. It looks like people are straggling in... Do you need help getting ready?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She hit the send button and looked up and down the corridor waiting for her to reply back unsure if she should enter or go back toward the elevators.<br/><br/><br/><br/>