Velvet ropes will guide the entry.
And then, a branded media wall along the left side.
Photographers can capture shots of notable figures.
Inside, the layout unfolds automatically in my mind.
Catering tables along the back wall.
Champagne station near the center.
Easy access, high visibility.
Music tucked into the corner without overwhelming conversation.
I nod to myself.
Yes, this will work nicely.
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I pull a slim tablet from the leather folio under my arm.
My finger moves with quick, efficient strokes as I tick items off the list.
This event has to be flawless.
Rumour has it that well known musicians will be attending.
NRL players. A handful of fashion socialites.
One or two Australian actors.
Brothers beginning with H.
The ‘it crowd’ will be here.
And tomorrow night, I’ll be responsible for how the entire thing unfolds.
A small flicker of pride rises in my chest.
Quiet recognition of the life I have built for myself.
Eleven years ago, none of this would have been remotely possible.
Back then, I was a completely different man.
But I don’t have time for melancholic reflection.
Time to focus.
The meeting is scheduled for nine o’clock sharp.
He’ll be here any minute.
Crossing back toward the entrance, I skim the talking points.
Catering samples. Guest flow. Lighting cues.
