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Break a Leg

Mark walked down the street, texting. A guitar case was slung across his back as he had just come from band practice. He could easily have gotten a ride, in fact he had a driver on staff, but he rarely used him, prefering instead to walk everywhere.

Rin was walking down the road red hair bouncing

Stacy walked down the street.

((Right...Where is this again? I was thinking Hollywood. Or New York.[: Or where ever you want it.))

((ti dsont matter. Hollywood I quess))

((Sure it does. But kay.))

Charlotte Andrea Lee [yes that one:], stared at herself in her body length mirror, critizing it. Her hair was the right curl, makeup wasn't right, and, of course, her legs looked like big white whales.
Charlie cringed at the sight of them, tugging on her paisley print Juicy dress.
Looking at herself a little more, Charlie turned and reached over to her vanity, catching sight of her in that mirror. Wrinkling her nose at her reflection, she turned her gaze torwards her iPhone, snatching it up.
Charlie had five new texts, and one voicemail. Three of them were from her publicist, Myra; one from her agent, Blake; and one from one of her non-famous friends[but still rich:] Kelli. The voicemail was from Myra.
Charlie skimmed through Myra's texts[they were all CALL ME AY-SAP! stuff:], skipped over Blakes, and read Kellis', which just asked what she was doing, and if she wanted to go shopping and hit lunch later. Charlie texted back mayb. M is nuts rite now;) then checked the voicemail, holding it about five inches from her ear.
Myra's voice came through the speaker, clear as day.
"CHARLOTTE LEE YOU HAD BETTER CALL ME BACK OR SO HELP ME-HEY! GET OUT OF THE WAY! CALL ME NOW!! MOVE GRANMDA! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM-"
Charlie hit the end button, giggling to herself. She'll call Myra later. Charlie texted back to Kelli k im free. when?
Kelli texted back immediatly. sweet(: barneys on 5th?
there Charlie texted, grabbing the first purse she saw, and walked out of her penthouse. Charlie and her family owned the whole sixth floor of one of her cousins a couple times removed hotel. [AKA, Paris. Hilton.:]

Stacy stopped at a crosswalk and looked threw her phone.

Charlie met up with her equally famous twin brother, Christian. He looked tired and hungover.
"Good morning, Chrissy Poo." Charlie said cheerfully, leaning over and giving Chris a kiss on the cheek before winding up auburn locks and putting them in a hat, then putting on oversize Raybans.
Chris mumbled out a hello. "Where're you going?" He asked, yawning.
"Shopping with Kel." Charlie answered, pushing the button for the elevator. "You?"
"Food. What time is it anyways?" Chris was still in his pajamas, chesnut hair rumpled, but still managed to look good.
Charlie checked her phone. "Almost twelve." She answered.
Chris groaned. "Shit. I have a shoot at one." He complained, stepping into the elevater, Charlie after him.
Charlie patted his hand, sympethetic. Everyone had those days, where you went to some party, got drunk, got a hangover, then unluckily had something you had to do the next day.
"Call Denise ay-sap." Charlie advised. Chris just nodded, pressing the button for the groundfloor.

((hmm...i need a way to rp mark without just talking to myself, lol))

Stacy pushed the button and waited for the signal to walk.

Mark slid his phone closed as he stepped up to a cross walk. The girl next to him pressed the button and he smiled at her as they waited. something about her seemed familiar...But then of course, everyone in this town looked familiar, he had to remind himself.

Stacy looked at the guy next to her and smiled back.

"Hey" he said, nodding to her as he adjusted the guitar case on his back.

"Hey" she said, putting her phone in her pocket.

"So what's up?" Mark asked, smiling as he contined to puzzle over where he knew her face from.

"Just got done with work. You?" Stacy said, smiling as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Basically the same" he chuckled, gesturing to the instrument. "so what do you do?"

"I model" she smiled.

Charlie waved goodbye to her brother, who blinked. Charlie stepped out of the elevater, and made her way through the lobby, smiling smally to people.
"Morning, Miss Lee." Arnold the doorman greeted, holding the door opend for her.
Charlie greeted him back. "Goodmorning Arnold." She pulled out her phone, calling her driver and saying to meet her in front of her house.
Charlie walked out into the crisp air, suddenly wishing for a coat or jacket.
She sighed, tapping her ankleboot clad foot, waiting for her driver, Jonah, to come.
((Anyone wanna rp w/me?..))

"Thats where I recognized you from!" Mark burst out. He grinned and blushed slightly. "sorry bout that..."

Stacy smiled and said "It's okay."

He smiled back. "thanks...Anyway, as you can see Im a musician...Lead guitarist of Cry Agony" he said, wondering if she had even heard of them. They had only recently made it big and were still pretty unknown.

She grinned. "Your the lead guitarist of Cry Agony? I love that band."

"Seriously? Wow, I dont hear that too often..." Mark laughed. "But yeah, Im Mark Johanson" he shrugged, grinning.

Stacy smiled. "Im Stacy McCoy."

"Ah yes, The Stacy McCoy..." Mark chuckled. "Ive heard quite a bit about you..."

"Really?" Stacy giggled. "What have you heard about me?"

"Read the tabloids and see for yourself" he shrugged, grinning at her.

"The tabloids lie sometimes" she said, smiling back.

"Trust me, I know that one...Have you seen the rumor that Im actually a women?" Mark laughed.

"Yup, and I couldn't stop laughing after I saw it." Stacy laughed.

"Yeah, neither could the rest of the band..." he muttered, scowling for a minute before smiling at her.

"So, what did the tabloids say about me?" she smiled back.

"Hmm...Well, there were a couple all claiming to have pcitures of you throwing up your lunch the other day, saying you were bulimic or whatever" he chuckled. The light finally changed and they started walking down the street.

Stacy gasped, walking with him "Im not bulimic."

"I know that, but thats what they said" he shrugged. "And really, your a model, you had to expect this? They always claim every model is bulimic or anorexic"

((g2g night))

"I know. People at work are asking me if it true." She said.

((kk nighty night))

"That sucks...At least they're not claiming your a different gender though" he shrugged, trying to lighten the mood.

"True." She smiled at him.

Mark chuckled and smiled back. They got to the front of his apartment building and he sighed. "Well...Here's my stop..." he said as he stopped walking. "Wanna maybe come inside?"

Stacy nodded and said "Sure."

Janie was modeling for juicy. She posed
"Perfect!" said the photographer. He took her picture

"Cool" Mark said, smiling as he walked inside and led her to the elevator.

Stacy smiled and walked with him

They rode in the elevator for a minute until they reached the 6th floor. Mark had a large apartment, and he led her inside. He put his guitar on its stand and flopped down on the old couch.

Stacy sat next to him and smiled. "This is a nice place."

"Thanks" Mark said, smiling as he looked around the room. He put his feet up on the coffee table and his arms along the back of the couch.

Stacy smiled at him and said "So, what do you want to do?"

"I dunno, what about you?" he asked, smiling as he picked up a remote and turned on a large sterio in the corner. It started blasting a Cry Agony song and he chuckled. "Sorry...Accidently left a demo in there..." he apoloigzed.