Series Title: The Bryan Adams Series
Title: Star - Story Four
Author: ANNE (the insane one)
Rating: R
Summary:
Disclaimer: Characters et al belong to the people that make CSI. "Star" belongs to Bryan Adams
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Whatcha wanna be - when you grow up
Whatcha gonna do - when your time is up
Whatcha gonna say - when things go wrong
Whatcha wanna do - when you're on your own
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The music blares through the speakers to the hungry hordes as my body curves around the pole. It appears my body is a much sought after commodity in Vegas because Ted has commented how the French Palace has increased its clientele intake.
I love the feeling of freedom my body has as I dance. It's not that I relish the chance to bare myself to complete strangers. I don't. But I love the feeling of freedom that rushes over me as I slowly strip. That, and the feeling of power.
They wait, their bodies on edge as I tantalize them, my finger worrying the zipper on my bra.
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There's a road - long and winding
The lights are blindin' - but it gets there
Don't give up - don't look back
There's a silver linin' - it's out there somewhere
Everybody wants an answer - everybody needs a friend
We all need a shinin' star on which we can depend
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As I shrug the bra off, I throw my head back. When my gaze arrives back on the men, I notice he's there again.
Gil Grissom.
His blue eyes are fixated on mine, his eyes searching as if asking the question.why?
I don't know why anymore. At first it was to support myself in Vegas...then Eddie introduced me to coke.
I know he doesn't like me doing it, but hey, it's none of its business. It's a rush, and frankly, I often need it.
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N' so tonight we're gonna wish upon a star
We never wished upon before - (to find what you're
looking for)
There'll be times - in your life
Ya when you' be dancin' n' shit - but you ain't gettin it
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Eddie doesn't come every night anymore. He used to, when we were first dating. Now we've fallen into a predictable pattern. He goes to do his music thing, I go to do my dancing thing.
We both come home, already buzzed, and buzz it up even more with the coke. Then we screw the living daylights out of each other, before finally, the high having worn off, we collapse.
But Gil. He's here almost every night. I swear, I think that man has a copy of my roster. Because he's always here. Just watching me.
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But don't get disillusioned - no, don't expect too much
Cuz if what you have is all you can get - just keep on
tryin' - it just ain't happened yet
Everybody wants ta be winner - everybody has a dream
We all need a shinin' star when things ain't what they seem
So tonight we're gonna wish upon a star
We never wished upon before - (gotta get where you're
headed for)
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As the bills are shoved in my G-string, I glance at Gil and we lock eyes for a moment. He looks, sad, almost lost, then breaks my gaze.
Why do I feel so exposed?
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Everybody wants some kindness - everybody needs a break
We all need a shinin' star when things get hard to take
So tonight we're gonna wish upon a star
We never wished upon before
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FINIS
