She has it all. Brains, Legs that go all
the way to Heaven and more creative juices
than ...well...anything. LOL
While Tory is the front office person or
the figurehead of the Crystal Angel Fashion
Network, the reclusive Mela is the gears and brains behind the successful
Moove fashion magazine. Quiet, reflective and soft spoken, Mela lets
her art speak for
her. Whether it be
poety,
graphic art or web
page layout, Mela
does
it quietly and without
fanfare. This is
what
makes her so kewl
and the purrfect
Vice President. Mela will be the first to tell you that she
does not like politics,
interviews, public
speaking or the spotlight.
So why run? A President is only as good and as smart
as those he surrounds himself (or herself)
with. Mela is just plain smart. When a problem arises,
she looks at all angles and solutions and
runs a algorythm in her pretty head. TA DA...a
solution. She is also simply wonderful at knowing the
line that crosses
over from sexy to
downright
nasty and often edits
and corrects writings
that Tory pushes
too far. smiles Mela is also a Vampire in Moove, although
she is not active in the Vampire Community
and limits her biting to pleasure nibbling.
As the owner of Jelly Beanz, and Hard Candy
Fashions, Mela knows business and it was
her successful international company Mela
Industries that bought the Crystal Angel
resulting in the merged company, TorLa Inc. Mela also models her own fashions with the
help of Stacia, Moni,
and others that enjoy
her company within
the inner circle.
She
is the lead singer
for the super group
Angel
Kiss, and is on the
Board of Directors
of
the Angel Kisses
Grant Renewal program. Most importantly, Mela is a HOTTIE, and I
think we all agree
that the time has
come
for HOTTIES to occupy
the White (Canary
Yellow)
House in Washington
D.C. After shunning interview offers from Larry
King, The View and
the Daily Show, Mela
released
this press release
in the form of poem,
just
to mess with everyones
heads.
Loving the Scarred
My love,
I was a fool..
to believe
that closing my eyes,
would make you disapear.
When they opened,
I felt your hand on my face.
I felt your grip on my heart.
My fear shrinks my courage.
My tears drown my joy.
My love,
how do you trust again,
when so many have caused pain?
Your small mistakes
fell hard on past wounds..
its the burden of loving
the scarred..
Hold me my love..
Lay your cheek against mine..
Breathe in the calm with me,
come soak in the hope..
I need to feel your lips
touch me,
to rest in the comfort
of your arms,
once again..