Hey Everyone! Please bear with my as this is my first fan-fiction. Leave me some feedback, or else I won't know what to work on to improve. But please, be gentle, as I said, it's my first time. First of all, no I do not own anything… Not Instant Star… and most definitely not the Bellagio. Oh, just a little back story, Tommy and Jude are not together (not yet?... maybe?... LOL), 'Long & Winding Road never happened, so that means no Hunter, no Angie, and not criminal Darius. THANKS!!! - Ms. Kitka
Prologue
While watching an action flick on pay-per-view the current guest in Suite 2902 was distracted by the loud raucous emanating from across the hall. Annoyed, he glared at the clock on the wall, quarter after eleven. "Why must everyone live out the 'Vegas' cliche and get drunk and loud in the hotel?!" He thought to himself. This was supposed to be a respectable hotel, as much as he was paying for his stay he shouldn't have to put up with this. He desperately tried to tune out the loud giggling and attempted whispers. While he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but over hear the couple in the hall. Hearing the numerous failed attempts at unlocking the door to the suite across from his, he knew that whoever was causing the commotion was obviously drunk. After fumbling with the card key for what seemed like hours, the couple eventually succeeded and clumsily entered the suite kissing and groping each other. As they finally entered the suite, "I love you Mrs..." was all that could be heard before the door was quickly kicked shut with a loud thud.
"Finally!" The man in Suite 2902 exclaimed as the hall became quite once again. Unfortunately, by the time the hallway was silenced, he had missed about a third of the movie. He grumbled as he turned off the tv and decided to call it a night. He entered the bedroom and proceeded to get ready for bed. After lying down and turning off the bedside lamp, he pulled the blankets over himself and started to drift off to sleep. Moments later the previous commotion was once again in full swing. To the poor gentleman's dismay, the master bedroom of his suite was directly next to the master bedroom of Suite 2901, the suite across the hall with the noisy occupants. He tried to ignore the loud moans and occasional screams and go back to sleep, but it was no use. He covered his ears with pillows, while it did somewhat drown out the active couple next door, they were just too loud. When the bed from the other room started pounding on the wall, well, that was the last straw. He grabbed his pillow and stormed off to the additional bedroom for the night. Once he was situated in that bed, he started to drift back off to sleep.
A few hours later he awoke to a rough cough in his throat. He reached for the bedside table, but then remembered the events that occurred earlier that evening and headed back to the Master Suite. While gulping down the water that had previously set on the nightstand, he couldn't help but notice that the commotion next door hadn't faded at all; it was even louder than before (if that was even possible). As he walked back to the guest bedroom, water in hand, he griped "Silly teenagers..." The concierge was most definitely going to hear from him in the morning. As he settled back into the bed, he started to think about his similar encounter many years before. His late wife and he had run off to Las Vegas to elope almost forty-three years ago. While reminiscing and getting lost in thoughts of his own wedding night, he decided that as his wedding present to the newlyweds, he wouldn't call downstairs in the morning. "But tomorrow night they better keep it down..." he lightly chuckled as he rolled over to went back to sleep.