<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Rise and shine, getting ready for work...</em><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/chelsea01.jpg)</div>Chelsea had a good sleep but a bad wake up. With only five hours or so of sleep, she woke herself up and hopped into the shower. She hoped the warmth of the water would wake her up like her morning coffee did. Unfortunately, it only made her alert enough that it was cold in the house. Nothing the heater couldn't fix. In her bathrobe, she rushed back into her room, and made her way to the closet. What should I wear today? Chelsea asked herself. A look out the window revealed a correct prediction from the weatherman, partly cloudy with no chance of seeing a proper sunrise. Patches of drying puddles littered the street outside, evidence from last night's rain. It was a good thing it wasn't raining right now. It was terribly cold.<br/><br/>Chelsea chose a simple casual outfit for her day. Being a talent director had its benefits, like the ability to wear pajamas to work, but only if the event allowed it. Slipping on some jeans and a white dress top, Chelsea topped the outfit with her favorite gray jacket and matching it with gray knee-high boots. She made sure she was prepared for the day, and rarely left the top floor of the ShareHouse without her cell phone and large, brown, hand bag, similar to a messenger bag. With that all set, she exited her room and proceeded down to the first floor.<br/><br/>At the top step of the staircase that connected the first floor with the second, smells from the kitchen could never be ignored. Especially was the smell of coffee, which Raul made every morning, that lifted the spirits of those who came down from their rooms. Chelsea especially loved her morning coffee in her sunflower mug. Feeling a vibration from her cell phone, Chelsea took it out of her pocket as she went down the stairs step by step. A voicemail message was left. Chelsea replayed the message back and placed the phone onto her ear.<em>"Hey, Chelsea. Sorry if this was last minute ... the casting director for today's set got into an accident last night. She's alright, but she suffered a broken leg. Damn rain ... we'll start the show again on Monday. Thanks, bye!"</em>Chelsea rolled her eyes as she turned off her phone. She showered and changed for nothing. Sulking, she walked into the kitchen, placing her bag onto the table. She pulled a chair or and sat in it. Raul, seeing her expression did not ask what was wrong. Instead he put the remedy to her problem into her favorite mug and placed it in front of her. "Thanks, Raul," she said, picking up the cup and sipping the hot beverage.