I think back to my conversation with my boss only a few weeks earlier:
"Are you sure you won't need me during Stardoll Fashion Week?"
"Yes, like I've told you, we just hired two new staff members." Kylie reassures me.
"And it's not just a one way ticket right?"
Kylie laughs "And how would you ever help this company wandering around France for the rest of your life?"
"Okay, I guess I'm just freaking out a little."
"That's exactly why I wanted you to go on this trip! You've lived in Dollywood all your life, it's time for you do get a dose of culture."
"That's what fashions all about, right? showing your culture? Who you are?"
"But what If I come back completely changed?"
"Then we'll hope it's for the better"
With these thoughts running through my mind, I doze off.
My dreams are filled with strange images of people walking around with mini Eiffel Towers on their heads, and people with Mona Lisa simles. The last thing I recall seeing is Kylie with both of these, waving me good bye, as I board the metro, to be forever lost in it's darkness.