I was going through my memory box last night and came across loads and loads of pictures of me and Celine Dion when I was her agent. [Before the falling out]
Here is a picture of us when I had platinum blonde hair and always wore purple plaid. That’s how I advertised my agency. “I’m the agent who has platinum blonde hair and always wear purple plaid.”
Celine really loved me; as you can tell by her hand resting ever-so-gently on my shoulder.
This is after I convinced Celine to chop off her hair. She was so pleased with the outcome, that she insisted we do a black and white photo shoot.
This is after Celine convinced me to get a short hair cut. I also put on a few pounds. I still wore purple, but no more plaid. I advertised my agency saying, “I’m the agent who has wispy short hair and wears plaid suits.”
After this picture was taken, Celine told me she was worried that I had some kind of disease because my hands were aging faster than my body.
Here is a picture from when I was young, cute, and hot. I was awesome and wore hoop earrings. Celine thought I was the S#$*. We went to mad parties together. The paparazzi were like starved vultures.
Celine was infertile, so I was the surrogate mother of her twin babies. I carried them in my body for 9 months. They turned out really cutely.