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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 3:11 pm
Annette Cecille Toulouse As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do. ღღღღღღ As the boy came and sat down in one of her couches, Annette brought her legs up and curled them under her. Her hair was slightly messy from her aerobic activities but it seemed to be natural for her. It showed her true personality and she saw no fault in that. She grinned as she watched him make himself comfortable. Annette wasn’t like most women who would fuss and pamper people in her home. She wouldn’t fly about the room trying to clean every little thing in sight to keep it to perfection. Annette didn’t care what other people thought about her house. It was her home for a reason. The only person she had to please with her house was herself. Christian spoke modestly about his clothes; saying something about impressing the actress. The woman grinned. “The girl’s name is Giselle Lorraine, but many people call her Satine,” she explained to him.
Christian paused for a moment and asked if she could prep him. “Prep you?” she echoed. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about it. Prep him? What exactly did he mean by that? Annette listened closer and titled her head to the side. Christian gave her a sheepish, innocent smile that brought out Annette’s motherly instincts. He was just so…pure? She supposed that was the proper word for it. “The only one that can convince Satine that you’re a good writer is yourself, sweetie. You’re brilliant,” she encouraged. Christian nervously mentioned the actor that had been chosen to play the lead role. Annette smiled. Po was a good friend of hers. “Argentinean McKathen” she told him. “He’s a good friend. He’s a “big name” actor as you say, because he’s so talented,” Annette moved towards the end of the couch that he was closest to. “I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to listen well, alright?” she advised. “You are an amazing writer. You’re new, you’re talented, you’re creative. I have no doubt that you’ll get the part,”
Annette stood as Christian asked if she would help him. The woman smiled and nodded. “Of course, I will. All you have to do is to believe in your work. If you don’t believe it, nobody else will” she spoke wisely for someone so….odd. Miss Toulouse moved forward and grabbed his hands; lifting him into a standing position. “What you need to do is relax,” she said. Annette let go of his hands and walk towards her stereo. “I know this will sound silly to you, but you need to trust me. First, we’ll get your nerves down,” she told him. Her delicate fingers pressed play and she swirled around with a grin.
OW! I feel good! I knew that I would now….
The Revolutionist let out a small laugh as she waited for the reaction on the boy’s face. “I know it might be weird, but just start dancing. Let go off all your insecurities and just feel good,” she laughed. “Pardon the pun, sweetie,” Annette giggled as she twirled around.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 5:11 pm
"Outside it may be raining...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut in here its entertaining!" XXXXXXXXXXXXJ ersey spoke into his cell phone, something he did quiet often. ”No, listen. I need those in by Saturday. Tell Rachel to pick them up and drive them over to my office as soon as possible.” He breathed in deeply as he listened to the response on the other end. ”You're not listening. I don't care what Sharon says, those need to be delivered on time or we won't associate ourselves with your company anymore. Yes... Yeah, put her on the phone.” Jersey's face cracked a fake smile as he began to speak in a lighter, more soothing tone. It was like night turning to day.”Sharon!” He said a little more animated then he wanted it to be. ”Listen, babe. We need those in by Saturday. No, I understand that. Just do the best you can... Oh kay. Buh bye...” When he closed the phone, Jersey looked disgusted. Glancing over at his co-worker, he sneered. ”She had better, or I'll hang her high.” He lifted his hands up dramatically as he walked away.
XXXXXXXXXXXXA s Jersey passed the mirror, he was completely a mess. Sure, he was wearing nice business clothes, but his hair was sticking in all the wrong directions. He tended to pull his hair when he became stressed, and the only reason why he would be stressed was if he needed more money. At this point in the movie making process, Jersey was finding it rather difficult to find investors. He relied solely on Giselle, or Satine, as the boys called her. Jersey ran his fingers through his hair and restyled it until he was satisfied with how it looked. He then began to walk at a slower pace.
XXXXXXXXXXXXJ ersey picked up his phone again and dialed Giselle's number. She may have been within walking distance, but he didn't feel like dealing with the matter face to face. After ringing a couple times, he heard her first response. He didn't pay much attention to it considering he was so concerned about the finances. ”Sweetheart. Please tell me you didn't forget about meeting the investor tonight. I'll point him out to you during the show. Cancel all your plans!” He smiled hopefully. For some reason he knew she could get a lot of money from him. ”We're all counting on you, hun.” He laughed lightly to himself at the word choice. Jersey's favorite thing to do was give pet names. They were so much better than people's real names.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:26 pm
♥ GiselleLorraine;; The French are glad to die for love...
They excite in fighting duals
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels Giselle sighed as she was hoisted up in the large swing. She leaned against the rigging, staring down. She was becoming very bored with the song, and not as annoyed as she was before. Leaning against the large rigging, she looked around, her hat pushed up onto the top of her head. She looked for once, actually seeing what was around her. She saw velvet curtains to be let down, large lights never used, and a small loft kept where no one went, blankets, curtains, and small boxes. She then looked directly above her, a small skylight. She closed her eyes, a small song coming to her mind.
I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin to live again
One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your love do for me
When will love be through with me
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends
She smiled, not knowing where the lyrics came from, but she knew that she could remember the tune. Sighing, she felt herself being lowered again, her mind on other things now. Her voice soft and caressing, echoing through out the halls. Her voices starting out soft, and when reaching the second verse, grew to be a lot more powerful, her voice filling.
The French are glad to die for love...
They excite in fighting duals
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels.
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat, or help you feed your
p***y cat.
She sang out, only to be called a cut. A phone call for her. She sighed as she walked across the stage, stripping her hat off, taking the large boa like skirt, until she was in a pink corset top, a pair of undergarments, and stockings attached with garters. She then slipped on a pink robe, and answered the phone, knowing exactly who it was, she knew he would call sooner or later.
"Okay Harold you were late, you know you're part of my opening act" she said as she listened to him. of course the damn investors, some sort of duke, or what not. She sighed, as long as it was going to make her famous, and Harold rich. She sighed as she listened in, and then headed towards the office area, she knew he was here lurking for business. She heard him down the halls, "Yea I have everything ordered up for his and mine meeting." she said and hung up coming behind him, just as he was about to turn a corner. She let out a loud whistle, waiting for him to turn around.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 10:32 pm
 ઈChristian Marshal Tateഴ
++++++WITH SONGS THEY HAVE SUNG FOR A THOUSAND YEARS."+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++What Annette was saying seemed to make a lot of sense to Christian. So much, in fact, that he was surprised he hadn't thought of it. He figured it was because his mind wasn't right today. Getting ready to make yourself famous isn't exactly the most relaxing thing on the planet. There is a lot of stress, hard work, and tears involved. So far no tears. And then Annette's advice became completely random. ”Dance?” A large smile relieved his glistening teeth. Light laughter was muffled by the music. ”Alright, but it isn't going to be pretty.” Christian warned her sarcastically. He didn't care if his moves would be amazing or totally suck. No one else was around, and this was meant for him to let loose.
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++Christian boldly grabbed Annette's hand and whipped her body around his own. His smile transformed into a cocky smirk. The song was totally perfect for getting rid of nervousness. Christian began to sway and looked down at her. He fumbled a few steps playfully so she wouldn't take the moment so seriously. That same, comforting laughter escaped his lips. There was something about Annette that made him release all of the things in his mind. Like she was a best friend he had known for a long time. But the two of them just met recently. It was difficult for him to justify. They were just right.
and I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
+++++++ѿ Ѿ ѿ+++As the lyrics continued on, Christian listened intently. His head bowed away from hers as he wondered what she would possibly think of the way he was acting. The music helped him, so he assumed she would be happy. But if the moment made things awkward, Christian would need to think of a safe recovery. His mind completely scattered as he could only pay attention to the music and his dancing. If Christian didn't make it seem odd, chances were Annette wouldn't be uncomfortable. It's not like we're going to become a thing. He teased himself knowing it would be terrible to say out loud. "LOVE? LOVE. ABOVE ALL THINGS I BELIEVE IN LOVE. ++++++
LOVE IS A MANY SPLENDOURED THING, LOVE LIFTS US UP WHERE WE BELONG."
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RADIO ATTACK TIVE Captain
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:23 pm
"Outside it may be raining...XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBut in here its entertaining!"XXXXXXXXXXXXA fter Jersey was hung up on, he heard a whistle. He glanced up to see Giselle waiting for him. Apparently he was late for their act, the one that Jersey had completely forgotten about. He had just been so busy trying to find out where he was going to get the money for their movie, he didn't even bother to take in consideration that he had a show to run. Jersey smiled, ”I'll take two seconds to get ready.” He began to head toward the dressing room to see if he looked presentable. Once it was confirmed, he worked his way back over to Giselle. The two of them were standing right off stage now. It was time for her cue. Jersey gave her a light tap to let her know it was okay to go. He winked over to her as she made her entrance.
XXXXXXXXXXXXA t that moment, Jersey felt a light rumbling in his pockets. He reached in to find his phone with one new message. Jersey's eye scanned the caller identification. Once he computed all of the numbers, and realized who it was that had texted him, his heart skipped a beat. How did they get this number? Jersey looked over at Giselle nervously and mouthed the words. ”Something came up.” He slowly walked a few steps back, and then turned around into a light jog. Soon enough, Jersey found himself in the parking lot looking for his car. He hopped inside and reread the text. Jersey shoved the keys into the ignition with force. The frustration was really getting to him now. He looked about to see if anyone was watching him leave. No one could know where he was going.
Jersey arrived at the destination the message asked him to be at. He waited patiently under a dripping metal stair case in an alleyway. It wasn't the safest of places, but Jersey wasn't here under goody-goody circumstances either. A man, typically dressing incognito, approached him. This scene was all to familiar in all the movies Jersey had seen. He just didn't think people actually dressed like this and acting in this way. All of it was supposed to be a fabrication. ”I told you not to contact me, and that I would get a hold of you.” He said sharply. Jersey wasn't in the mood to play around. He just had to leave his shining star alone on stage to improvise, and while the investor was in town. ”We couldn't wait.”
XXXXXXXXXXXX"We?” Jersey frowned at the word. ”s**t, kid. You got others involved? Please tell me you didn't.” A large sigh was released from his lounges. ”Well, someone has to help bury th-” Jersey interrupted by covering his mouth and glaring down at him. ”Really? Haha, Really?” His laughing came from being nervous and slightly annoyed. The hand slipped away from his lips. ”Do you want to get into trouble? Lets make this quick. What do you need me to do?” After several minutes of whispering and negotiations, Jersey headed back to see Giselle. Hopefully the show wasn't over. He still had to point out the investor. She could pick someone completely different and not even know it.
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2009 4:02 pm
Annette Cecille Toulouse As you grow older, you'll find the only things you regret are the things you didn't do. ღღღღღღ Annette grinned at the boy and nodded her head. “You heard me!”. Christian smiled and laughed before admitting that his dancing wasn’t going to be pretty. The girl shook her head and moved back slightly. With a teasing smirk she told him, “I wasn’t expecting pretty. I was expecting relaxing…”. If all else failed at least Christian wouldn’t be thinking about the meeting and about how this was his big chance to become a “somebody”. Annette knew from experience that the more you psyched yourself out for something, but more pressure you put on yourself. She also knew that distractions were very good stress relievers. The brunette was about to turn around and sit to watch the “show” when Christian grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
The girl was surprised by the action that it took her a minute to recover. Christian wasn’t the type to trust quickly, or at least that’s what she had gathered in the little time she’d known him. It was shocking to see him be so bold. She blinked a few times before she smiled up at the taller boy. He began to sway and Annette mimicked his actions. Christian fumbled a few steps and Annette laughed; the boy did the same. It made her smile that he could be so natural around her. It made her feel honored. Christian turned his head away from her and Annette twirled away from his grasp. She did the “Carlton dance” and finished with jazz hands as the music came to an end. She giggled and turned down the volume as the next song began to play. It was her “Dance” playlist so all the songs that were playing were moveable and fun.
She plopped down onto the floor and crossed her legs “Indian style”. Annette grinned up and Christian and pat a spot beside her motioning for him to sit. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she said widening her eyes dramatically and she leaned forward. “You did alright,” she giggled slightly. Annette looked at him and realized that he wasn’t really dressed to be dancing up a sweat. She smacked her forehead lightly so that it would make the sound, without the pain. “I didn’t think this through did I? You’re dressed all nice, and I’m making you dance. I hope you didn’t sweat too much, you probably didn’t. It was only one song…” she mused. Her eyes glanced in his direction to see what he would say.
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 5:05 pm
♥ GiselleLorraine;; One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends…… Giselle was furious. This man who was their director, was absolutely looney. She sighed as stripped her robe off, and then went behind screens. She stripped her clothes off, and sank into the nice warm bath they had drawn for her. Piling her hair on top of her head, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She kept thinking about tonight, was it really that worth it to sleep with a man, just so she can get a part? She groaned as she submerged herself in water, and came back up, eyes closed, and the msell of lavendar in her nose. She wiped her face with a soft white towel next to the tub, leaving makeup and dirt onto the surface. She grimaced and tossed it to the floor.
She sighed as she looked around, and decided maybe she should take a nap before the show. She got up, water trailing down her body. Now if one saw a moment like this, maybe in a movie, people would see why she drove men crazy. Her pale white skin was almost like alabaster, her long red curls flowed down her back, until it hit the small of her back. Waves of dark red silk, and then her curves what got her into this business. She was known for her sultry voice, and the body that can strike a man dead from staring. She sighed as she wrapped a towel around her, and stepped out. She looked around, and padded out to her bedroom.
Sitting on the bed, she yawned, letting the towel fall. She didn't really care. She tossed the towel o nthe floor, and crawled up to the top of her bed. She pushed the covers back, and slid underneath the silken sheets. during the show, the maids will come up and change everything ,rearrange things to make it look more intimate. She sighed as she closed her eyes, her hair still piled on top of her head, letting her rest easily. She smiled as she drifted off to dream land. Her dreams filling with an evil looking Duke, a man who looked like the director, and all tryign to catch her, when a lone figure in a cape, and no face, rescues her. Only to have her ending up falling, deep into the emptiness of his face
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2009 8:42 pm
»»»ηoт enough, I want to { k n o w } youxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI seem to get cuts on my fingertips touching you "Mom?"
'Yes, Dearest?'
"What happened to your dream?"
'What... What do you mean, Po-Hun?'
"Your dream? 'Member you told me that you wanted to fly in the skies?"
'Oh... Those dreams...'
"Yeah, those... What happened, Mama?"
'I don't know... I put mine aside,' Eyes pouring tears of love and joy locked with eyes of wonder and admiration.
'I put mine aside, so that you could fulfill yours.'
xxxx4Po had finally arrived at his exit, but there was a very long line of cars awaiting to cut his excitement and timeliness short. A sigh escaped the actor's lips as he sat back and followed the snail-paced line.
xxxx4Finally, once it got moving, he pulled off to the side, driving passed many of the cars, most of them filled with frustrated people while others looked into Po's car, saw that it was him, and squealed. Well, atleast the females did. The males smirked and waved, while Po had his elbow hanging out the window, and his hand out the window in a peace sign.
xxxx4Turning at the corner, he went down the main street, following his very silent GPS, and turned left at a light.
xxxx4The lady on the GPS told him to turn left, but, alas, we could not hear that.
xxxx4He came to a stop light, realizing how long it was until Giselle's show started.
xxxx4For some reason, people called her Satine, as in that character from the movie they were going to doing. That's why Giselle called Po 'Argentinean'. Because that's who he was playing. Or, was supposed to be playing.
xxxx4He didn't know yet, he did not get a script, but knowing something about the 'Red Windmill' would come in handy. Especially with the foreknowledge of Argentinean being a very... well.. 'unique' individual.
He pressed his foot against the gas as the light turned green, and turned into a parking lot where he stopped at the valet. Pulling out a twenty dollar pill, he gave the Valet his car keys as he stepped out and allowed the man to drive deeper into the parking lot for his parking spot.
xxxx4Though, the lot wasn't that big, and Po could have simply parked it himself. He was so nice, that he would give the other valet parker a twenty-dollar bill as well, and winked at her. They'd be getting more on his way out, but for now, he was here to see Giselle in performance.
Not many people were present in the building. Maybe that was because the play wouldn't start for another hour or so, but there was a lady who was rehearsing on stage. Of course, she wasn't as marvelous as Giselle was, but she was.... 'okay'.
xxxx4Po smirked at the lady on stage, thinking of getting her into a partying spree with him. That'd definately be fun.
Walking backstage past the security, he approached a man and smiled, shaking his hand. Having a small conversation with him, the man pointed down the hallway towards a man who was on the phone, but soon hung up and walked down a hallway. With a simple, 'thanks', the actor rushed off after Jersey, his hand high in the air.
xxxx4-"Mr. Jersey?"- Po called after the somewhat older Director. Though, Po was a few years younger than Jersey himself, the two attitudes of the two different males brought out the differences in both of them.
With -best- sweet smile, you told a ℓιεxxxxxxxxxxxx«««xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAlways, you are a secret    Layout credited to Pandamoniium
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