Alex had always dreamed of living on the beach. However, since she was born in a generation where it was too late to get beachfront property (or any property) at a bargain, she figured it would remain a dream forever. But when she became a popstar, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to buy a beachfront property near one of her favorite childhood vacation spots popped up, and she could not refuse. Palm trees, all the coconuts she could drink, and sand as fine as Escobar cocaine; it was the perfect spot for a summer or winter home, as the temperature didn't change too much in the tropics. Despite her accountant's constant protests about her purchase of the property, mostly due to how much renovation work she would have to put into it, Alex put in an offer for the house. In just a few weeks, she had the keys to the house and started work on renovating it to be dream vacation home material.

Her accountant was right to be concerned as she put a lot of money into it, and it took a long time with all the hurdles and troubles she had to overcome as a first-time renovator. Luckily, the contractors she hired were professional, helpful, and fast enough to get the place done and ready just in time for the summer.

Hand-in-hand with her dream to live on the beach was her dream to surf. She had seen people do it before and it looked fun. Admittedly, the main reason why she wanted to try her hand at surfing was from watching Lilo & Stitch. It looked so easy and peaceful. After a quick trip to the beachfront surf shop that was just a few minutes from her house, Alex came back with a surfboard strapped to the top of her car and was ready to take on the wrath of Poseidon. She carried the surfboard from her car, around her house, and onto the beach. The sun was out, and the sky was as blue as it could be. The waves were surprisingly large, too, with a strong breeze blowing in from the sea, helping to make them just a little bigger than usual. The sound of waves crashing and seagulls cawing were the only things she could hear, and she was far enough away from the resort area of the coastline that the beach was deserted.

The tigress's feet left cute pawprints in the sand as she lugged her surfboard across the gorgeous white powder toward the darker wet sand where the waves crashed and sizzled. Once she was close enough to the water but stood where the sand was still relatively dry, the tigress set her surfboard down in the sand, took off her beach coverup, and laid it on the ground. She then removed her sunglasses and tossed them and her phone onto her shirt. Stretching her arms over her head, she made a cute noise as she stretched her legs and spread her toes, and picked her board back up.

Alex pitter-pattered toward the water, leaving even more pawprints leading from her house to the water. Once her toes stepped into the splash zone where the waves sunk into the sand and faded away, Alex stabbed her surfboard into the sand and looked out at the massive 8-foot waves as they rolled over themselves and created the most beautiful surf breaks she had ever seen. The tigress let out a happy sigh as she watched the waves roll from deep to crash at her toes. She wiggled them as they got soaked in the saltwater and stood there silently enjoying the sound of the crashing waves, the saltiness of the air that she could taste on her tongue, and the surprisingly cool temperature of the water. She put her free hand on her hip and tapped the fingers of her other hand against her brand-new surfboard. She let go of her board to bring her hands to her hair and tie it up into a neat ponytail. With her hair all neat and tied up, she started tapping her feet against the wet sand as she imagined herself riding a wave.

The more she stared at the big waves, the more excited she was to surf them, but there was just one problem: she had never surfed before in her life. The surfboard was another case of her impulse decisions that her accountant would probably complain to her about, but it wasn’t diamond-encrusted or gold-plated. With only one studio album out and one world tour under her belt, she didn’t have that kind of reckless spending power just yet. She let out a big sigh when she came to realize that this probably wasn’t going to be as easy as she had hoped but kept her big smile plastered across her face as she pulled her surfboard out of the sand like King Arthur and Excalibur, although with a little more of a struggle due to how heavy it was. She then stepped deeper into the ocean and waded her way through until she was far out enough that she could pull herself up to lie flat on the board and watch for waves that she could catch and ride. Zero skill be damned, all she had to do was channel her inner Australian surfer, and she’d be fine, right?

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