Lucky 13

When I stepped into the elevator it just had a button choosing up or down. Of course I pressed up, seeing as how I staying on the highest floor.

When it stopped I walked out onto floor 30.

What the hell?

I sighed as I looked around. I only saw two rooms and by the looks around me I was on top of the pyramid not in the east or the west tower of the Luxor.

I turned around pressing the down button on the elevator.

When I went to place my key in the slot and press down the doors didn't close. After about 3 more failed attempts I gave up and stepped out of the elevator infuriated. I searched around the hall again and it was barren besides a Platinum bathroom area and a VIP lounge that was locked up. I took a seat on a couch in the hall and groaned to myself as I searched for my cell phone to call the lobby. I didn't want to resort to the phone in the elevator.

As usual they put me on hold.

Having enough of being on hold I decided to take a chance and ring the doorbell of one of giant suites.

About one minute later a familiar looking woman came to door.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, this is really silly… but my card won't work in the elevator to get me down. May I borrow yours?" I bit my lip nervously at her killer figure.

She eyed me for a moment. "Um… sure, can you hold on for just a moment?"

"Of course, not a problem. I'm sorry again." I took a step back from the door.

She walked away from the door and I heard her call for someone. A male voice answered and asked her something but I couldn't make it out. They seemed to go back and forth about whether or not they should give me the key. I began to tap my foot and I knew I was blushing from embarrassment by the time she came back.

"Okay, I'll ride you down." She came out wearing nothing but a silky red robe that hugged to her figure like glue.

"Thank you so much!" I smiled as she walked out of the room.

The whole time she rode me down I was trying to place where I had seen her before, but I just couldn't figure it out.

"Are you enjoying your stay?" She asked.

"Yes, I am. Are you?" I replied.

"Oh, yes. I'm here for awhile!" She giggled and suddenly seemed relieved about something.

"Yeah, me too. Hopefully!" I crossed my fingers and laughed.

"What are you here for?" She asked as she straightened her robe.

"I'm got hired in as a hairstylist for the 'believe' show with Criss Angel."

She smirked. "Ah, very nice. Good luck!"

"Thanks! I haven't seen him around yet, have you?" I asked.

She giggled. "Oh, I've seen him around. He's a great guy."

"Good. I look forward to working with him. I'm sorry what is your name?" I held out my hand as the elevator door opened to the main lobby.

"Holly, and yours?" She took my hand.

"Sarah, nice to meet you."

"You too. I'm certain I'll see you around as well." She winked and then the elevator shut tight.

~*~

My next day at work was a lot easier because I felt more in my place but they had me doing a lot more hair. I worked on about 5 cast members that day. I also met the director of costume design and Wade Robson who I knew from all dance shows I used to watch back home. He was nice but really tough on all the dancers, I was just happy I wasn't them. The end of that day we got out later at around midnight. I made sure that night Kristy showed me the correct way to get back my hotel room.

When I got back Elaine had on her clubbing clothes and I got the hint so changed and we headed out to dinner at a place called "CATHOUSE" at the Luxor. While we were sitting there we saw a crowd of about 15 people gather in behind us yelling on and on about this craziness they just saw down the hall at a bar called "Flight". Something about "A coin through a glass" and then "water turned into beer!"

"Hey, you think they are chatting about Criss?" Elaine whispered to me.

"Probably." I shrugged.

"Haven't you met him yet?" She nudged me.

I shook my head. "No, I haven't."

"Hmm… that's weird." She replied. "You'd think you would on the first day."

"I know." I agreed.

Elaine spun around in the booth and glanced at the crown who were still going nuts with outrageous hand gestures and one was going "MINDFREAK!" over and over to his friend.

"They sure are crazy over there." I laughed.

"Yeah, they are." Elaine nodded.

I lit up a cigarette and noticed that my drink was empty.

"Where the hell is our waitress?" I sighed.

Elaine glanced around, "Over there talking about Criss, of course." She laughed.

I groaned. "I need another drink, I'll be back." I walked up to the bar.

When I got the bar I noticed the bartender was helping a man in a fedora hat and a red T-shirt.

Finally he came my way.

"Yeah, just another daiquiri." I told him and handed him my glass. When he returned the man in the fedora turned around and eyed me for a moment. We were about a foot away. I knew right then and there who he was. His face was everywhere. It was apparent that it was Criss Angel.

I went to say something but the guy that had been yelling "MINDFREAK!" a million times bumped into me and clashed my daiquiri into Criss's whiskey. Both went flying all over us and my cigarette landed on his obviously expensive boots. Criss's totally "iced" out hand reached over and picked up my glass and I reached for his causing us to bump heads and his hat to tip off which then the annoying guy started up again with "MINDFREAK!".

I wanted to die.

"I'm so sorry!" I repeated over and over as I reached for napkins from the bar.

Criss didn't say a word and just glared at me, my cigarette still burning into his boot until he stomped on it ridiculously hard and said, "You really shouldn't smoke, you're paying to kill yourself!" and with that he walked away.

When I regained myself I walked back over to Elaine who had witnessed the whole thing and just whispered, "Are you ready to go?"

She nodded and gathered her things.

"He's a fucking tool!" I exclaimed as we entered our room. I lit up another smoke. "This one is for him!"