"Don't feel sorry for me, though," Annie said firmly. "I have a happy life. I have the best family there is... " She cleared her throat slightly. "Any...way, this one is for you, Uncle Henry," she said, then blew me a kiss. "Happy Birthday"The music began, slow and melancholy. I didn't recognize it until Annie started singing. It was the old Gershwin tune, "Someone to Watch Over Me" and it was the prettiest I'd ever heard it sung. Better even than Ella Fitzgerald ever dreamed of. Annie was pouring. ’ ‘One of the men wants her but they say no, not enough time, they have to start filming in a few minutes. The straps on the table are taken away and he helps put stiletto heels on her before she tries to stand. She’s woozy because of the drugs and her ankle turns as she steps forward, but someone catches her.’ ‘He is telling her about the movie they’re making as they take her toward another room, saying she has to wait in her dressing room until the camera man is ready. She doesn’t ask. Sie schmeißen mir allerdings auch nicht das Geld hinterher, wie man es erwarten würde. Wenn ich mal etwas Größeres vorhabe muss ich fast immer bei ihnen betteln, damit ich dafür mehr Geld bekomme.Anders als die meisten Dummköpfe aus meinem Team bin ich auch nicht der Schlechteste in der Schule, allerdings auch nicht der Beste, sodass ich auch dort nicht besonders auffalle. Allerdings kenne ich mich sehr gut mit dem PC und allem was Informatik an geht aus, halte dort allerdings lieber mit meinem. With an unfamiliar hand my mom dug the money out for the cabfare and handed it to the driver."Thank you for the ride. It was a pleasure while it lasted."As she uttered those words, a look of triumph and what only one coulddescribe as sadism crossed her face. Something that looked horrifying andutterly alien on that normally loving face I was accustomed to.Taking a shuddering breath the cabbie rolled up his window and drove off,as if a force was making him do so.Grabbing my arm my mom roughly.