Hey! i know...a new story. i will be finishing my other one, but i just needed a release of something else. I dunno if this is gonna be long or short yet. Tell me what you think...like it or not, but please dont just put "this sux". Tell me why, then i can improve it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or recognisable features from The Fast and The Furious. Nor do I own the Song lyrics of any song portrayed.

Chapter 1

"Now has come the day, that I take the Lead and I make you follow, toast your champagne, 'cos I came for greed and not for tomorrow, If it feels good then it feels good, and I do it all day, If you want me to play, you best bring your brain, you best bring your money. Make me a Superstar. No matter who you are..."

The song on the CD played mildly on the subwoofers. The soft glow of the blue lights in the car illuminated every object from all angles, casting shadows and prisms of light through the windows. She sat quietly in the car, gripping the steering wheel with a fingerless, leather gloved hand.

"Razorblades and lines and I walk the line without fearing no-one, Damn my throat is dry, I can't taste the wine from these empty bottles, films and magazines, It's all what I need and not what I planned on, where's my limousine, It's just like a dream that I won't wake up from..."

The usual boom from engines egnited the dark sky. And it was over. Another night and another wad of cash for the guy who always won. He always seemed happy, not arrogant or self absorbed, just happy. Happy to exist in this world and have the friends he obviously did have.

She opened the car door and slid out onto the tarmack road. Shutting the door she went to the closest group of people, not to far from her car. She glanced around at the other girls who were there '...shallow minded bimbos...' she thaught. Compared to what they were, or rather weren't wearing, she looked like a duvet.

As the cool night breeze brushed its way through the road it played with her dark brown hair, tossing it about her face. She straightened it up and headed back to her car.

"Hey, anyone know the dude that owns this truck?!" she heard a man call from the direction she was heading. She pushed past a couple of people to her car and noticed a tall muscular man peering in through the window of her Dodge Ram pick up.

"Can I help you?" she said in a slightly monotonous tone. The man looked towards her questioningly. She sighed and rolled her eyes a little. "Yes, It's mine. Could you please shut your jaw..."

" I was just admiring the damn thing, where'd you get that paint job done?" The man asked gruffly.

"I did it myself." She leant on the hood and drew circles with her finger, then began tapping it hard. She dragged her arm off the car. "Excuse me. I have to go." She was about to get into the car.

"Have you ever raced?" The man stalled her.

"No."

"Scared huh?"

"I'm not scared of anything" she said, growing tired of him.

"Why don't I believe that..." He smiled. She snapped her eyes back up to his and studied him. "Vince" he said more seriously, and held out his hand. She looked down at it, then looked away.

"Morgan"

"Are you new 'round here? You should come back to my place, we're having a party. Every night we race we do, you just need to follow everyone else when we leave here, i can introduce you to everyone." he said trying to seem absentminded.

There was something slimy about this guy, and she couldn't tell wether he was coming on to her, or being serious.

"We'll see" she said breifly. She stepped up into her truck and shut the door. Once again lost in the fragile balance of her world.

"make me a superstar, no matter who you are..."