DISCLAIMER: I do not own Mischief, or any of the Newsies. I only own
Trigger, Fred and the camera guys! I do not own the Bachelor/Bachelorette
idea, it is owned by whoever thought of it.
Hey guys! This is my first chapter and I hope you like it! I want to thank everyone who applied for my CC! It was really great that you were interested! I really appreciate it! I hope you like this first chapter. Don't think that I am really this way, because I'm not. My personality in real life and my personality in this story are completely different. I wanted myself to be in it because I didn't want to have any of you guys playing the bad guys, so I hope you enjoy this first chapter and thanks so much!
Chapter 1: The Meeting.
"Well hello America, I'm your host Anastasia Sonata Lorelli, but you all can just call me Mischief. Welcome to the new FOX series of "Looks Aren't Everything". You all have been waiting patiently for the last three weeks to find out the winner of the nationwide contest. Millions of wonderful and beautiful women have entered the contest, but we can only pick one winner. We are in the town of Dover, Pennsylvania to meet our winner! She doesn't know we're here, so let's find out who our winner is!" Mischief walked up the flowered stone path that lead to 21 year old, Lindsey Michelle "Trigger" Workman's house. The camera crew followed close behind the 22 year old host as she made her way through the yellow daffodils. She put her finger up to her lips as to shush everyone around the homestead. "This is the home of Lindsey Workman, formally known as "Trigger". Let's see what she'll do when she finds that she's the winner." Mischief knocked briskly on the wooden door as she looked down on the simple, plain mat that said "Home Sweet Home" on it.
Lindsey walked to the door in red short flowered shorts, red sandals, a white tailored flowing spaghetti strapped top and her hair perfectly slicked back in a loose pony tail. She opened the door and saw the camera crew. She put on a squeaky clean smile and struck a pose. "What's this for?" She asked as she struck a few more poses; she used to be a model when she was a teenager, but quit to go to college. "Who are you?"
"I'm Anastasia Sonata Lorelli, you know, the host of "Looks Aren't Everything". I have come to tell you that you're the winner of the contest! You will be staying in the Mauna Lani Bay Hotel in Kohala Coast, Hawaii! What do you have to say about that?"
"Hawaii? I won a FOX contest for a show and they're taking me to Hawaii? I've already been to Hawaii! There's nothing in Hawaii! Just send me to the slums of Brazil and call it Hawaii! Ugh!" She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, so, um let's go to a break!" They both smiled for the camera as the program was interrupted with commercials. "What's wrong with Hawaii? I'm the host and I've never been there. Look, this is in front of all America and you don't want them to see you acting like this, do you? You're on live tv and you want them to see you acting like a spoiled brat? My advice to you is to lighten up a little bit and do some acting. Make the audience like you, no matter what! Okay?" Mischief asked as she gave a cue to the camera guy.
"Yeah, whatever." Trigger said arrogantly. "Does my hair look okay?" She asked to the guy holding the big black microphone thing that they camera crew always comes with. He just nodded and smiled. "Why would I even ask that? My hair always looks good." She batted her eyelashes a bit as she pulled out a mirror.
Mischief smacked her head with her hand and said, "oh brother. This is going to be a long season."
"Anna, we're back in 10!" The dude in back warned.
"Okay, Trigger remember what I told you. Charm the audience, not scare them away." She smiled at her, but Trigger just let out a snobby 'ugh'. "And we're back, returning to the house of 21 year old Lindsey "Trigger" Workman, the winner of FOX's "Looks Aren't Everything" contest. What do you feel knowing that you have been selected from the millions of applications to go to Hawaii, meet some fine young bachelors and marry them for one million dollars?"
"It feels quite flattering really. I mean, the guys in this town are such losers! I'd be better picking some old muffin off the street of some low down, torn up, poor city in Texas then find a rich man here. All the men who live here, and are rich, are old enough to be my great grandfather, I mean, the money is nice, but a girl needs more then money sometimes. The package just isn't there."
"Okay, so, you're excited to go out and meet some new people?"
"Yeah I guess so, I just hope these guys aren't losers like the Dover guys. I'm sure Hitler was a better man." Trigger said as she grinned snobbishly.
"And she's brutally honest too. What else is this bachelorette? How would you describe yourself to America?" Mischief asked as she pointed the microphone in towards Trigger.
"Well, I'd tell America how charming I am. I would describe my self as a down to earth, nice, caring, self-confident, and great companion. I work hard for everything that I want, and I always get it. I know how to have fun, and I know what I want. I'm not afraid to get tough to get it, no matter if it is a beauty title or a man. I'm a great listener, only when you want to talk about me, if you have problems that you want to tell me, go find someone else who actually cares. I only care about one person in this world and that is me. I'm arrogant or self-absorbed, I'm just very self-confident." She stuck her nose high in the air.
"Well we have a princess on our hands don't we? Tell us more about yourself, like what did you do in high school?"
"Well, high school years were the best years of my life. I was asked to prom my freshman year, by a junior, the captain of the football team. I was the head cheerleader for the Dover Eagles Varsity Cheerleading squad. We went to states and then to Nationals, winning 10 in the country. I was Miss York County my junior year and I moved up to Junior Miss where I came in second place. I started my modeling career in high school also; I've modeled for big names such as Tommy Hilfiger, Victoria's Secret, Seventeen, and COSMO girl. I was prom queen two years in a row AND I was homecoming queen all four years. I graduated with a 4.0 and was immediately accepted into Harvard University, but I didn't want to be seen with those losers, so I chose to attend Shippensburg University, where I majored in fashion design. I've been seen on exercise video after exercise video and have even done commercials, so you all have seen me somewhere, I assure you."
"Wow, you're a busy woman, aren't you?"
"A lot busier than you most likely. I'm always booked up, but since I'm taking this year off to think things through this might as well be an opportunity that I must not miss out on."
"Indeed not, are you ready to go to Hawaii and meet all the stunning men who are dying to meet you?" Mischief asked as she gritted her teeth. She hated this girl, she was such a snobbish queen of loser!
"Well, I can't really say I'm as excited to meet them as they are to meet me. I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to meet me? But, I guess I'm excited to see who has entered the contest to date me."
"Well, I'll tell you how the game works. You go to Hawaii and meet all of the bachelors. Every week you will be assigned one bachelor to get to know, and maybe even love. You will hang with him that whole week and the next week you will be assigned to a new bachelor. You will date four bachelors before you decide which one you like best. You keep that bachelor to yourself and go out with four other bachelors. That is how the game is played. After you date those four, you chose your favorite and date four more. When all of the bachelors are gone except four, you have one week to spend as much time as you can with all of those four bachelors. You, then, have to decide which you like best and want to be your husband. You vote the three that you aren't connected to off and the one left will be your husband. You both will be married on public television. Once you're married, you will be given half of the million dollars that you were promised. If you stay together for four years, then you will receive the other half of your money. Do you understand how the game works?"
"What do I look like, an idiot?" She rolled her eyes yet again.
"Wouldn't surprise me." Mischief said under her breath.
"I bet your pardon."
"Nothing, I had a frog in my throat." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, that's it for us, America! Stay tuned for next weeks show of "Looks Aren't Everything". We will be meeting the bachelors who are so excited to meet Trigger Workman! Mark your calendars because this is a tv appearance that you won't want to miss! Thank you all for watching and good night!" Mischief gave a final smile to the camera and then wiped it off her face as Fred, the camera director guy told her that the camera was off.
"So will I be staying in a suite or something?" Trigger asked as she took her hair down from her pony tail.
"Yes you will, why do you have any objections?" Mischief said sarcastically.
"No, but will I have room service?"
"Yes, and a king sized bed, and a whirl pool, and a balcony, and a full sized kitchen, and a big screen tv with a DVD player, VHS player and Game Cube and HBO and Stars, and..."
"Excuse me, your voice is fairly annoying so could you do humanity a huge favor and, I don't know, stop talking?"
"Could you do humanity a huge favor and just die?" Mischief yelled.
"Girls, girls!" Fred ran in between the fighting girls to stop them. "Do we have any problems here? If we do, I suggest we stop them right now. You've only known each other for five minutes and you're already fighting. Look, Mischief, you're not supposed to be fighting with our guest."
"She's not supposed to be fighting with the host!"
"Hey, I fight with who ever I want because I'm better then everyone else, so that means that I can pick on little people like you."
"I think the only little person in this world is YOU!"
"I'll tell you something you little wrinkled up piece of crap. This world is nothing without...." Trigger tried to say, but was interrupted by Fred.
"Ladies, ladies, please! Could we please just get through this season and not fight. After this season you don't even have to look at each other ever again. You can get married and have children and Mischief can go on and host another show with a person that she actually likes, okay? This doesn't have to be murder, you guys can just do the show without any problems, keep your comments and opinions to yourselves and we're set? Do you guys have an agreement?" Fred compromised.
"Sure I guess." Mischief sighed.
"You really think I'll agree with her?" Trigger questioned.
"Speak for yourself." Mischief replied.
"And you think I'd speak for you? I don't even speak your language." Trigger remarked.
"You know what miss prom queen, head cheerleader, slut? If you disappeared forever from this earth, no one would even care because you don't mean a thing to anyone but yourself! Do you see that? You don't have any friends or not even a freaking boyfriend because no one cares about you, but you! If you would just all of a sudden vanish into thin air, no one would come looking for you because they wouldn't give a crap about useless girls like you. I said what I wanted to say and I'm going now. Fred, Tony, Domingo, pack your crap up and let's go. Fred, tell her everything else I was supposed to." Mischief said, and with that she walked onto the van and left without saying another word to Trigger.
"Okay, Trigger you're going to get on a plane and head off for Hawaii in two days, do you think that's enough time for you to pack up your things and tell your friends and family? Or well, just to pack your things?" Fred asked.
"I'm a loner, but I think I can manage two days. This better be worth my time." She replied to him and slammed the door in his face.
"This is going to be a long long long season, and possibly the last for "Looks Aren't Everything"."
Hey guys! This is my first chapter and I hope you like it! I want to thank everyone who applied for my CC! It was really great that you were interested! I really appreciate it! I hope you like this first chapter. Don't think that I am really this way, because I'm not. My personality in real life and my personality in this story are completely different. I wanted myself to be in it because I didn't want to have any of you guys playing the bad guys, so I hope you enjoy this first chapter and thanks so much!
Chapter 1: The Meeting.
"Well hello America, I'm your host Anastasia Sonata Lorelli, but you all can just call me Mischief. Welcome to the new FOX series of "Looks Aren't Everything". You all have been waiting patiently for the last three weeks to find out the winner of the nationwide contest. Millions of wonderful and beautiful women have entered the contest, but we can only pick one winner. We are in the town of Dover, Pennsylvania to meet our winner! She doesn't know we're here, so let's find out who our winner is!" Mischief walked up the flowered stone path that lead to 21 year old, Lindsey Michelle "Trigger" Workman's house. The camera crew followed close behind the 22 year old host as she made her way through the yellow daffodils. She put her finger up to her lips as to shush everyone around the homestead. "This is the home of Lindsey Workman, formally known as "Trigger". Let's see what she'll do when she finds that she's the winner." Mischief knocked briskly on the wooden door as she looked down on the simple, plain mat that said "Home Sweet Home" on it.
Lindsey walked to the door in red short flowered shorts, red sandals, a white tailored flowing spaghetti strapped top and her hair perfectly slicked back in a loose pony tail. She opened the door and saw the camera crew. She put on a squeaky clean smile and struck a pose. "What's this for?" She asked as she struck a few more poses; she used to be a model when she was a teenager, but quit to go to college. "Who are you?"
"I'm Anastasia Sonata Lorelli, you know, the host of "Looks Aren't Everything". I have come to tell you that you're the winner of the contest! You will be staying in the Mauna Lani Bay Hotel in Kohala Coast, Hawaii! What do you have to say about that?"
"Hawaii? I won a FOX contest for a show and they're taking me to Hawaii? I've already been to Hawaii! There's nothing in Hawaii! Just send me to the slums of Brazil and call it Hawaii! Ugh!" She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, so, um let's go to a break!" They both smiled for the camera as the program was interrupted with commercials. "What's wrong with Hawaii? I'm the host and I've never been there. Look, this is in front of all America and you don't want them to see you acting like this, do you? You're on live tv and you want them to see you acting like a spoiled brat? My advice to you is to lighten up a little bit and do some acting. Make the audience like you, no matter what! Okay?" Mischief asked as she gave a cue to the camera guy.
"Yeah, whatever." Trigger said arrogantly. "Does my hair look okay?" She asked to the guy holding the big black microphone thing that they camera crew always comes with. He just nodded and smiled. "Why would I even ask that? My hair always looks good." She batted her eyelashes a bit as she pulled out a mirror.
Mischief smacked her head with her hand and said, "oh brother. This is going to be a long season."
"Anna, we're back in 10!" The dude in back warned.
"Okay, Trigger remember what I told you. Charm the audience, not scare them away." She smiled at her, but Trigger just let out a snobby 'ugh'. "And we're back, returning to the house of 21 year old Lindsey "Trigger" Workman, the winner of FOX's "Looks Aren't Everything" contest. What do you feel knowing that you have been selected from the millions of applications to go to Hawaii, meet some fine young bachelors and marry them for one million dollars?"
"It feels quite flattering really. I mean, the guys in this town are such losers! I'd be better picking some old muffin off the street of some low down, torn up, poor city in Texas then find a rich man here. All the men who live here, and are rich, are old enough to be my great grandfather, I mean, the money is nice, but a girl needs more then money sometimes. The package just isn't there."
"Okay, so, you're excited to go out and meet some new people?"
"Yeah I guess so, I just hope these guys aren't losers like the Dover guys. I'm sure Hitler was a better man." Trigger said as she grinned snobbishly.
"And she's brutally honest too. What else is this bachelorette? How would you describe yourself to America?" Mischief asked as she pointed the microphone in towards Trigger.
"Well, I'd tell America how charming I am. I would describe my self as a down to earth, nice, caring, self-confident, and great companion. I work hard for everything that I want, and I always get it. I know how to have fun, and I know what I want. I'm not afraid to get tough to get it, no matter if it is a beauty title or a man. I'm a great listener, only when you want to talk about me, if you have problems that you want to tell me, go find someone else who actually cares. I only care about one person in this world and that is me. I'm arrogant or self-absorbed, I'm just very self-confident." She stuck her nose high in the air.
"Well we have a princess on our hands don't we? Tell us more about yourself, like what did you do in high school?"
"Well, high school years were the best years of my life. I was asked to prom my freshman year, by a junior, the captain of the football team. I was the head cheerleader for the Dover Eagles Varsity Cheerleading squad. We went to states and then to Nationals, winning 10 in the country. I was Miss York County my junior year and I moved up to Junior Miss where I came in second place. I started my modeling career in high school also; I've modeled for big names such as Tommy Hilfiger, Victoria's Secret, Seventeen, and COSMO girl. I was prom queen two years in a row AND I was homecoming queen all four years. I graduated with a 4.0 and was immediately accepted into Harvard University, but I didn't want to be seen with those losers, so I chose to attend Shippensburg University, where I majored in fashion design. I've been seen on exercise video after exercise video and have even done commercials, so you all have seen me somewhere, I assure you."
"Wow, you're a busy woman, aren't you?"
"A lot busier than you most likely. I'm always booked up, but since I'm taking this year off to think things through this might as well be an opportunity that I must not miss out on."
"Indeed not, are you ready to go to Hawaii and meet all the stunning men who are dying to meet you?" Mischief asked as she gritted her teeth. She hated this girl, she was such a snobbish queen of loser!
"Well, I can't really say I'm as excited to meet them as they are to meet me. I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to meet me? But, I guess I'm excited to see who has entered the contest to date me."
"Well, I'll tell you how the game works. You go to Hawaii and meet all of the bachelors. Every week you will be assigned one bachelor to get to know, and maybe even love. You will hang with him that whole week and the next week you will be assigned to a new bachelor. You will date four bachelors before you decide which one you like best. You keep that bachelor to yourself and go out with four other bachelors. That is how the game is played. After you date those four, you chose your favorite and date four more. When all of the bachelors are gone except four, you have one week to spend as much time as you can with all of those four bachelors. You, then, have to decide which you like best and want to be your husband. You vote the three that you aren't connected to off and the one left will be your husband. You both will be married on public television. Once you're married, you will be given half of the million dollars that you were promised. If you stay together for four years, then you will receive the other half of your money. Do you understand how the game works?"
"What do I look like, an idiot?" She rolled her eyes yet again.
"Wouldn't surprise me." Mischief said under her breath.
"I bet your pardon."
"Nothing, I had a frog in my throat." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, that's it for us, America! Stay tuned for next weeks show of "Looks Aren't Everything". We will be meeting the bachelors who are so excited to meet Trigger Workman! Mark your calendars because this is a tv appearance that you won't want to miss! Thank you all for watching and good night!" Mischief gave a final smile to the camera and then wiped it off her face as Fred, the camera director guy told her that the camera was off.
"So will I be staying in a suite or something?" Trigger asked as she took her hair down from her pony tail.
"Yes you will, why do you have any objections?" Mischief said sarcastically.
"No, but will I have room service?"
"Yes, and a king sized bed, and a whirl pool, and a balcony, and a full sized kitchen, and a big screen tv with a DVD player, VHS player and Game Cube and HBO and Stars, and..."
"Excuse me, your voice is fairly annoying so could you do humanity a huge favor and, I don't know, stop talking?"
"Could you do humanity a huge favor and just die?" Mischief yelled.
"Girls, girls!" Fred ran in between the fighting girls to stop them. "Do we have any problems here? If we do, I suggest we stop them right now. You've only known each other for five minutes and you're already fighting. Look, Mischief, you're not supposed to be fighting with our guest."
"She's not supposed to be fighting with the host!"
"Hey, I fight with who ever I want because I'm better then everyone else, so that means that I can pick on little people like you."
"I think the only little person in this world is YOU!"
"I'll tell you something you little wrinkled up piece of crap. This world is nothing without...." Trigger tried to say, but was interrupted by Fred.
"Ladies, ladies, please! Could we please just get through this season and not fight. After this season you don't even have to look at each other ever again. You can get married and have children and Mischief can go on and host another show with a person that she actually likes, okay? This doesn't have to be murder, you guys can just do the show without any problems, keep your comments and opinions to yourselves and we're set? Do you guys have an agreement?" Fred compromised.
"Sure I guess." Mischief sighed.
"You really think I'll agree with her?" Trigger questioned.
"Speak for yourself." Mischief replied.
"And you think I'd speak for you? I don't even speak your language." Trigger remarked.
"You know what miss prom queen, head cheerleader, slut? If you disappeared forever from this earth, no one would even care because you don't mean a thing to anyone but yourself! Do you see that? You don't have any friends or not even a freaking boyfriend because no one cares about you, but you! If you would just all of a sudden vanish into thin air, no one would come looking for you because they wouldn't give a crap about useless girls like you. I said what I wanted to say and I'm going now. Fred, Tony, Domingo, pack your crap up and let's go. Fred, tell her everything else I was supposed to." Mischief said, and with that she walked onto the van and left without saying another word to Trigger.
"Okay, Trigger you're going to get on a plane and head off for Hawaii in two days, do you think that's enough time for you to pack up your things and tell your friends and family? Or well, just to pack your things?" Fred asked.
"I'm a loner, but I think I can manage two days. This better be worth my time." She replied to him and slammed the door in his face.
"This is going to be a long long long season, and possibly the last for "Looks Aren't Everything"."