On a warm,
spring afternoon in Reno, Nevada, I’m visiting with pop music star and CEO of
Bella Cosmetics, Barbie Bennett. Exiting the elevator into Bella’s newly
renovated offices of charcoal grey and raspberry, Barbie’s niece and assistant,
Tina, strides toward me, a red skirt swishing around her knees and the hum of typewriters
and hushed voices wafting behind her. After
a warm greeting, Tina leads the way to Barbie’s office; a large room with the same
grey and raspberry colors, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of
the mountains outside of town, and an over-stuffed sofa and chairs grouped
around a coffee table. Seated in one of the chairs is Barbie Bennett. Long dark
hair, flawless makeup, and a blue pin-striped suit tailored to fit her slim
figure, Barbie’s smile puts to ease any jitters I may have regarding the famed singer.
Tina is quick to make introductions and point me to a chair, then she leaves
and Barbie turns her attention my way.
‘Thank you
for meeting with me today, Ms. Bennett.’
‘Please,
call me Barbie.’
‘All right,’
I swallow nervously. Afterall, she is famous world-wide. ‘Barbie, can you tell
my readers a little about yourself? Please?’
A small
crease in her brow, she lifts a silver coffee carafe off a tray on the table
before us and pours coffee into two cups. ‘I’m not sure what I can
tell your readers that hasn’t already been printed about me.’ She sets
the pot down, pushes the creamer and sugar my direction, and a platter of
pastries, which I decline, even though they look sinfully delicious. ‘Everyone
knows I have a twin sister—Bailey. She’s a big star in country music.’
She fixes her coffee then, with cup in hand, sinks back into the chair’s
cushions. ‘We grew up on a ranch outside of Reno with our six older brothers.
They’re all married now, with children of their own. Mom and Dad still live on
the ranch, along with our several head of cattle and numerous horses. Almost
everyone in the family rides, and alongside our ranch hands, we have three
barns to house most of the horses. The others are housed at my brothers’ private
barns. A smile spreads across her heart-shaped face. Zach works the
ranch. He and I have been together ever since the afternoon he rescued me at
the Cheyenne Frontier Days.’
‘When was
that? And how did he rescue you?’
‘Four
years ago. At the time I didn’t know, but Zach was a bull rider. He was at
Frontier Days to compete in the rodeo. I was there to sing. My tour bus and
trucks had just pulled in to the back lot when my crew decided to go in search
of turkey legs, including my bodyguard, Seth. I wasn’t hungry, so I decided to
walk behind the chutes and pens housing small animals. Two days on the tour bus
and I really needed to stretch my legs.’
She pauses for a sip of coffee. ‘Anyway, my ex was there, which I didn’t
know. He and I didn’t part on good terms.’ She grips the cup, and
hard. ‘He came up behind me, accused me of sabotaging his career—he’s a
musician. I tried to get away, but he grabbed my arm and yanked me to him.
That’s when Zach pulled him off me and shoved him to the ground. Before I could
react, Seth appeared and squired be back to the bus. Later, I sent Seth in
search of Zach, to ask him to join me for supper.’
‘How did
that go?’
Her eyes
twinkling, a blush creeps into her cheeks. ‘He was… I was…’ She swallows
hard. ‘I don’t remember what we ate, but I can tell you, I wanted him to
kiss me. So much, I actually ached for his touch, which surprised and
scared me. As I said, my ex and I didn’t part on good terms. He broke my trust
and my heart, so much that another relationship was the last thing I wanted. But
Zach was different. He was every bit the cowboy; polite, quiet, and so
gosh-darn handsome. And those muscles…’ She sighs dreamily. ‘He’s still all of
those things. There isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not thankful I met him
the following afternoon behind the chutes.’
‘How would
you describe Zach?’
‘Honest,
hard-working, loyal; someone you’d want for a friend. Lucky me, I’m the one who
has his heart.’
‘How would
Zach describe you?’
‘A
total mess.’ She
emits a small laugh. ‘Anxiety-ridden, spoiled, stubborn, demanding to a
fault… Sometimes, I can’t believe he willingly puts up with all of that, but he
does. And I love him more than words can say.’
‘What is
your biggest fear?’
‘Losing
Zach. He’s everything to me, the one person except for Bailey who knows me
better than I know myself. He keeps me grounded, and warms my heart every time
he smiles my way. The fame and fortune; I’d give it all up in a heartbeat. But
not him. There’s no living without him.’
‘How do
you relax?’
‘Friday
nights, I snuggle against Zach on the couch in my suite at Ringo’s, the family
casino. The lights are low, soft music plays on the radio, and with his arms
around me, that’s the best way to forget the tension and stress of the week.’
‘Where do
you see yourself in 5 years?’
‘With Zach. Hopefully, in our own home either on Bennett Ranch or in town. I see him promoted
to one of the three foreman we have and me continuing to find ways for Bella to
remain successful while singing at the casino.
‘I can
positively say I and my readers wish you and Zach all the best. The way you
glow when talking about him, I’m certain you’ll have that home with him in less
than five years.’
Blushing,
she ducks her head. ‘Thank you.’
‘Thank you
for taking time out of your day to talk with me. And for those of you who haven’t
read Barbie and Zach’s story, pop on over to Amazon and grab a copy of, The Pop Star Loves Her Cowboy. You’ll be
glad you did!’
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