Pandora’s Box

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Wearing only Chanel and underwear,

She offers Pandora’s Box,

Hoping that the night will lead her to love.

 

Hands grabbing at unrealistic expectations of love,

Teetering on the thin line between whore and desirable,

Between being a lover and being loved.

 

Stumbling home on broken heels,

Passing the old cathedral,

Life never is what you expect .

DWM-Day

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As all of the paparazzi and news stories hit, the Pulse Creative team takes a deep breath, gives some high-fives, pats on the back and some of us needed a full day of the boss’s personal recuperation medicine (aka a day at the spa).

It was an amazing event due to the grand visions of the Chmerkovskiy and Volynets families, who were great to work with as always. But behind the scenes our little team of idiot savants wind down and give me the inside scoop to how intense and challenging the project was. Here are some of the perspectives from the Pulse team:

My First Days At Pulse

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“Find out what I have to do to become an astronaut.”

That was the first thing ever told to me at Pulse Creative. Before joining Pulse Creative however, I did a brief stint at a relationship/celeb blog. As a creative writing major from Central Florida, I was thrilled to get an internship at a relationship/celebrity blog in New York. Based on the phone calls between my boss and myself, I would be writing blog posts on celebrities and how us “normal people” could find relationship advice out of what they did in their high society romances. I could not wait to get started in Long Island. However, when I actually started working there, my job did not include writing.  I was looking at hundreds of blogs each day and writing what ads they had on their sites. I would come home from work and I would hear my twin sister, Jess, tell me how amazing her internship at the Pulse Creative was.

“Watch How I Soar”

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Gwendolyn quickly walked about the house telling the servants to work faster.

Her husband was due home any minute and the house needed to be perfect. She walked across the freshly scrubbed floors into the nursery and checked on the baby who was being sung to by his nanny. Pleased that John was quiet, she left to inquire about that night’s dinner, hopefully the cook didn’t forget to put the pepper on the roast.

At a quarter past five, Edgar Harper arrived home from his job as the Dean of Science at New York University. His wife and the housekeeper, Janice, who promptly took his coat and hat, greeted him at the door.

“How was your day, darling?” Gwen cheerfully asked whilst quickly fixing her hair but Edgar just walked past and headed to his office. Janice shot a sympathetic look towards the missus, she deserved better than him. But it wasn’t her place to say anything.

“That’s great, dear. My day was fine too, thanks for asking.” Gwen murmured to herself. She honestly didn’t know why she continually asked him how his day was. She hadn’t received a response since the stock market fell two years ago. She knew she should have been happy that they were still able to keep the house and the staff after the crash, but she couldn’t help but feel that she would rather be poor and happy then rich and miserable. She quickly scolded herself. How dare she be ungrateful for her good fortune? She had a son to take care of and a roof over her head. What more could she ask for?