DISCLAIMER: As much as it breaks my heart to admit it, I do not own anyone or anything connected to Vince McMahon and his awesomeness. I can only claim property rights of OC.

***A/N – This is Part 1 of 2***

Bailey strolled through the French Quarter. The early morning sunshine filtered through the trees creating dappled shade on the sidewalk. She moved slowly past Jackson Square as she watched a young man set out his artwork. She paused a moment to admire an abstract piece. Varying shades of blues and greens swirled together to create a background. Streaks of gold shot through the swirls. It made Bailey think of shooting stars. She smiled as the man nodded in her direction. Continuing on her way Bailey adjusted her Ray Ban Aviator sunglasses. She looked at the buildings as she passed. Just like always, she was impressed by the wrought iron railings of the Upper Pontalba. The ironwork never failed to impress her. She studied the second floor balcony for a moment before crossing the street. She passed a few early morning shoppers as she ducked under the canopy of Cafe Du Monde. The scent of fresh coffee and beignets greeted her as she got in line behind two gray haired ladies. While she waited for a table to clear she pulled the script from her tote. She flipped until she found the page she had marked the night before.

She skimmed the page as the line shuffled slowly along. She didn't realize it was her turn to be seated until she heard a voice in front of her.

"Good mornin', Miss Bailey."

Bailey flipped the script closed and smiled. Charlie had worked at the Cafe for as long as she could remember. Her earliest memories of him were from when she was five or six years old and he had proclaimed her the prettiest little girl he'd ever seen. Since that day she had been enchanted by the man. His weathered face was never without a smile. His dark skin was a sharp contrast to the thick white hair that stood up in a halo around his head. Today was no different. He reached out and patted her hand before leading her across the already crowded cafe. He pulled out her chair and waited for her to get settled before moving away. She smiled fondly as she watched him shuffle back toward the kitchen. Laughing softly to herself she realized just how well Charlie knew her. She didn't have to tell him what she wanted. He returned a few minutes later with a cup of Cafe Au Lait and an order of fresh, hot beignets. He placed them on the small table in front of her with a smile. Charlie slid a pile of napkins over to her.

Bailey smiled in thanks as Charlie turned away. He stopped a few tables away to speak with an older gentleman. After pulling the script from her bag again Bailey reached for a beignet. The fluffy square donut practically melted in her mouth. She closed her eyes as the flavor danced over her tongue. She settled back in her chair as she read over the marked section of the script one more time.

Jake is in the Quarter. As he passes Jackson Square he catches a glimpse of someone he thinks he recognizes. He pushes through the crowd in an attempt to follow. He makes it to the end of the block before he realizes he was wrong. He doubles back in the direction he came and disappears into the crowd. He makes it only a few blocks before realizing someone is indeed following him. Glancing behind him he doesn't see anyone but he keeps moving. The third time he looks over his shoulder he sees a man following him. The crowd moves forward obscuring his view. Jake moves faster through the Quarter before finally turning down an alley. He moves quickly until he comes to a courtyard. He pushes the gate open and steps into the courtyard. He drops into a fighting stance as he waits for the man to find him. Jake begins to think that he imagined it. He takes a deep breath and moves closer to the gate. He stops mid-stride as a shadow comes into the courtyard. Jake watches as the shadow comes closer. He stares as the shadow becomes a person. Camera pans right showing Eric Masters.

Bailey reached into her bag and rummaged around until she found a pen. Turning the script sideways she made a note in the margin Reactions to seeing Eric: surprise, shock, anger, disbelief, panic. Leaning back in her chair she looked at the notes she made. She could only hope that the next scene wouldn't be as difficult for Randy. Maybe it was just being out in the bayou that had put him on edge. It was a place that would make many men uncomfortable. It was understandable to say the least. Hopefully being in the city would bring better results. She certainly wanted today to be more of a success. With a sigh Bailey realized she had doodled over the page as she had been lost in thought. She smiled as she looked at the collection of little flowers.

With a sigh she tossed her napkin onto the table and began gathering her belongings. She had just enough time to walk the three blocks to the Bourbon Orleans Hotel. The cast was to meet at 7 AM sharp for a short tour of the French Quarter. Bailey set a five dollar bill under the sugar canister as Charlie set a Styrofoam cup of coffee on the table. Murmuring a thank you Bailey stood. She waved to Charlie then stepped back into the sunshine. Quickly crossing the street Bailey turned in the direction of the hotel. In less than 10 minutes she was standing outside the front door of the hotel. Standing with her back to the door she studied the traffic moving slowly down the street.

"What a beautiful day."

Bailey turned slowly toward the voice. She smiled as Gary Sinise stepped into the early morning sunshine. He was dressed in khaki pants and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked as if he belonged in the city. That pleased Bailey. The less distractions they had, the better things would go. Now if only they could get the day started. Filming was slated to begin shortly after lunch. It left her very little time to do her job.

"This is the prettiest morning I've seen in forever." adjusting her sunglasses Bailey glanced back toward the building. "Where's Renny?"

Gary laughed softly as he folded his arms over his chest. "He went to make sure Sleeping Beauty is up."

Frowning slightly, Bailey didn't need Gary to elaborate. She knew exactly who he was referring to. There was only one person that would need to be reminded of his responsibilities.

"Don't look so worried."

Easier said than done Bailey thought. It was in her nature to worry. She had a lot of people depending on her. Not to mention she had a reputation to consider. She really needed this movie to be a success. It was the only way she was ever going to be able to make a full-time living at this. Failure was not something she could allow herself to think about. The door opened as Renny stepped onto the sidewalk. He kissed Bailey on the cheek then stepped into the street. A moment later the door opened again and Randy exited the hotel. Bailey groaned inwardly as her green gaze raked over him. He looked as if he had slept in his clothes. His black T-shirt was wrinkled and his jeans looked as if they had seen better days. His blue eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses.

"Nice to see you brought a zombie with you." Gary's voice was full of mischief.

"When in Rome, Gary, when in Rome." Renny laughed as he helped Bailey step from the curb.

Bailey took a deep breath as she looked at the three men standing before her. They were as different night and day yet they all had to work together. Each of them brought something unique to the table. It was her job to make sure they melded together. She was going to do exactly that come hell or high water. She looked at each man in turn before stepping into professional mode.

"As you know the city of New Orleans was founded in May 1718. It was established as port of trade in the new world. The problem with the city is that, on average, it's eight feet below sea level. Because of this the city had to be innovative in it's construction. The original part of the city is called The French Quarter. It is approximately 13 blocks long and 6 blocks deep. If you take notice as we walk,you will see that the streets are all one-ways."

Bailey turned on her heel and began moving deeper into the Quarter.

"As with most things in this city, religion played a big part. As you can see from here, St. Louis Cathedral is at the heart of the Quarter. The rest of the city is built around the church. The markets and street vendors also set up along the river to ensure that they could easily transport goods."

Glancing over her shoulder Bailey was grateful that they were still following closely. She stepped into the shade of a tree and turned to face them.

"In the scene we're filming today we have to be very aware of what's going on in the city. We have several hundred extras that will be involved. So it's very important that you hit all of your marks on time. Gary, you're following Randy as he walks through the Quarter. Once Randy catches a glimpse of you, you disappear into the crowd. That will be approximately in this area." Bailey smiled as Gary nodded in understanding.

"Now once Randy sees you, you're going to disappear back around the corner of this building." Bailey pointed to the building across the street from them. Gary nodded in understanding as he stared at the weathered brick.

"We turn down St. Ann as Gary continues following. When we get to the corner of St. Ann and Dauphine Randy actually catches a glimpse of you."

Bailey flicked a glance at Randy to make sure he was paying attention. She sighed in frustration as she realized he was paying attention to everything but her. She shook her head slowly when she saw what had captured his attention so completely. Two young women were strolling down the sidewalk toward them. One was tall and dark haired, the other was slightly shorter and very blonde. She noticed that both girls were well endowed and barely dressed. They were wearing matching shorts and tanks tops. He watched as they approached, his blue gaze locked on them. He smiled at them and slid his sunglasses down.

"Morning, ladies."

The shorter girl giggled as she glanced at her friend. They continued walking past and Randy turned to follow their progress. He continued staring long after the pair and disappeared down the street. Sucking in a deep breath Bailey crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn't sure why but she felt as if she'd been slapped. It was one thing to know she wasn't even a blip on Randy's radar. It was another thing entirely for him to visually molest someone in public.

Sensing her distress Renny placed a hand on Randy's arm. "Your attention would make this easier, my friend."

Flashing a quick smile, Randy slid his sunglasses back into place and made a small motion for her to continue. Bailey resisted the urge to say something rather unladylike. Instead she took a long sip of coffee and forced herself to be calm.

"We continue onto Dauphine until we come to this courtyard." Bailey turned on her heel and moved quickly down the street. Reaching into the pocket of her pants she pulled out a set of keys. She quickly found the one she needed and slid it into the lock on the heavy iron gate. Surprisingly it opened without a sound.

The group entered the lush courtyard and Bailey forced herself to take a moment to admire the carefully landscaped area. Red bricks were laid out in a herringbone pattern. Bird of Paradise and palmetto plants were mingled in three of the corners. In the fourth corner stood a statue of an angel. Her wings were outstretched and her serene face was lifted skyward. From somewhere nearby she could hear the sounds of trickling water. A small fountain was nestled in the greenery next to the statue.

Moving to the small wrought iron table Bailey set her coffee and keys down. She pulled off her sunglasses and laid them on the table. She set her tote in the chair and turned to face Randy.

"This is where the climax of the scene happens. It's very important that we see the range of emotions from you, Randy."

Bailey had the feeling that she might have been talking to a wall instead of a flesh and blood man. Randy was staring at something over her shoulder. She resisted the urge to turn and see what had captured his attention now. Instead she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.

"Randy, do you understand?"

It took Randy a moment too long to respond. He flashed her a quick smile as he nodded.

"Yeah, I got it. You want emotion. Don't worry, honey, I'll give it to you."

Bailey bit her tongue in an effort not to tell Randy where he could stick his "Honey." She was a professional and wanted to be treated as such. But that was a discussion for another time. Reaching into her tote she pulled out her copy of the script. Flipping it open to the marked page she held the script out to Randy.

He stared at her outstretched hand before taking the script. He barely glanced down at it before handing it back. He hadn't even pretended to read it. Renny silently held out his hand for the script. With a sigh Bailey gave it to him. He studied her notes before closing the script.

"It seems you know exactly what this scene is in need of. I'll trust you to ensure that we have exactly that." Renny gave Randy a hard look before handing the sheaf of papers back to her.

Bailey nodded in understanding as she forced herself not to look at Randy. She knew exactly what was expected of her. Too bad she couldn't say the same for everyone.

***A/N – Hope you enjoyed Part 1. Please check back soon for Part 2. Don't forget to review.***