The Girls
We never expected it to be easy.
That damn ladder stared us each in the face, and we always knew we’d have to clamber up inch by inch.
We were prepared for that. We would try and try again.
For a moment, it all felt very possible.
Cannes made it seem that way, with its endless rumble of fame, dripping diamonds at breakfast, champagne spilling from crystal towers, and billionaires’ yachts dominating the marina.
We were there. We had made it there, at least.
And yet we were still so far away.
It matters to us that you understand this: We never wanted anybody to get hurt.
We came with the best of intentions.
So maybe we lost our minds a little bit.
Maybe we were blinded by the lights.
But we are not criminals.
We only did what we had to do.
If the show was going to go on, we’d be sitting front row.
Popcorn in one hand, detonator to blow up everything in the other. Just in case things didn’t go our way.
Whatever it took.
We’d come too far to go back now.