”“Contest?” Gwen asked, following along behind me and the boy as we walked inside.“What’s up Carter!” Rod yelled as we entered the house.�...�What’s going on Rod.” I replied. Rod was clearly trashed.“Just ready to get going. Who is this lovely lady?”“This is my girl Gwen.” I said, pushing her forward.Gwen turned towards me, her eyes sparkling a little.“Your girl?” She asked. I nodded.“Awesome. Here’s your shirt.” Rod said. The boy who had lead us in nodded.“Carter, what’s going on?” Gwen asked,. The sound of the Mardi Gras seemed to pulsate through the walls of her hotel room. It hadn’t stopped since she arrived early that morning. But she had been so jet lagged from the trip that she had to try and get some sleep before she ventured out. As she showered Fran thought about her trip. It was her lifetime wish to come to New Orleans. The food, the music, it had all appealed to her senses and she saved long and hard to get there. When her little sister said she would like to go overseas. I checked my eyebrows, making sure they had anice feminine arch.My mind started to wonder, what if Terri could not be trusted.Perhaps she had told people or, worse still, people would be with her. Iwas beginning to feel nervous, butterflies zoomed round my stomach. Iapplied both lipstick and mascara. My eldest sister had bought me a pairof clip-on earrings which now sat on my ears. I slid on a necklace and abracelet.My parent's both belonged to a drama group. And through the group theyhad. "WAIT!!!" Kevin shouted sitting up in bed breathing hard."Honey, are you OK?" his wife Erica said startled shaking him. "Youwere dreaming." Yeah. Oh my god it was so real," he said looking at her now. "It waslike in the 60's and I was, well.....my mom and dad were.......notnormal. Nobody was normal, except for me." It's OK baby, it was just a dream," she said kissing his cheek."Yeah, I'm fine."Kevin rolled back over and closed his eyes, "That was weird," hethought drifting off to sleep.