When the tent is up, I’m ready! Around me, there were hippies dreaming of a perfect world, trying to turn me into one of them—sitting by the fire, singing songs of peace and love. But I’m not who they think I am. I’m just a regular girl, craving luxury and money, not merging with nature. I have my priorities, and torn jeans aren't on my list. So, as long as the tent stands, I’ll be waiting for better offers. A night with champagne beats life in a tent with hippies any day!