Gabriella stood in the middle of the set in a small living room dressed in short shorts and a small tee. It was cold in the house, Gabriella looked down at her sneakers, "I wish I had a sweater." As if by magic four different sweaters were held up to her and she looked up. Gabriella gave a small smile at all of the men offering the sweaters off their bare backs and nodded "Thank you?"

Troy watched as Gabriella was about to shrugged on a random sweater and he stood up and grabbed the sleeve before she could put her arm through. "Hold on,"

Gabriella tilted her head to the right as he checked the pockets and the fabric. "Here, use mine." he said after a moment.

"You're kidding me?"Gabriella looked back at the mic guy whose sweater she had taken. "I'm really sorry about this."

"I'm doing my job," Troy paused and pulled a small black mic from the fabric. "So you mic yourself?"

"No sir." The guy looked down and Troy trusted the sweater back at him.

"Didn't think so," Troy handed him back the sweater.

"God, did you turn the ac up on purpose?" Gabriella pushed the mic guy and Troy threw his arm up to block her. "Who's body guard are you?"

Troy rolled his eyes and ushered her away and off to the side of the room. Gabriella shrugged on his grey sweater and she nearly disappeared as it fell over her body. "God, just what I need, someone listening to be breath." rolling her eyes Gabriella crossed her hands over her stomach and winced.

"Have you eaten anything?" Troy looked down at her and Gabriella shook her head. Troy reached behind them on to the table and lifted up a bagel. "Here,"

"No, thank you, god what do you want me to blow up?" Gabriella rolled her eyes and watched as the dancers came back into the room. "I have to go."

"Hold on." Troy reached for a grape and held it to her mouth. "This will stop the hunger pain at least."

"I do not have hunger pains," She growled as she looked up at him.

"Humor me."

Gabriella opened her mouth and Troy placed the grape inside, then he watched as she walked towards the dancers. He watched as she talked to one of the dancers then attempted the same step she was working on from before. Troy took a deep breath she needed a lot of work as far as physical health went and she needed a work out that would make her stronger and allow her to eat. Hell a little more meat on her bones and she might not look that bad.

Gabriella discarded his sweater and the lights and music started. Troy let out a sigh and suddenly he felt a presence to his side and smelled Justin's aftershave. "I read you file, you worked with on a show as an assistant producer, what a step up this must be for you."

"Nice to see you in regular clothes How did you know it was me?" His voice was quizzical as he came into view. "There are like 50 people in this house."

"Less aftershave," Troy padded Justin's shoulder. "I made a call, you lied, which is why I believe you were hesitant to get me your file."

"Hey look I don't know what you want out of this gig but –"

"I want her to stay safe." Troy interrupted. "My work is very dear to me," he said getting closer to Justin. "I can see that you must love your job as well, who wouldn't after three years managing a Pets Smart."

"Dude I needed the job alright, I took care of this rich guys dog and he put in a good word for me with Montez, I swear please don't tell him."

"Or what?" Troy said looking at him with annoyance.

"Hey I did my research too, seems like someone has a mommy issue,"

Troy took hold oh Justin by the arm and dragged them back into the hall where Troy pushed him against the wall. Holding him by his shirt he pinned him to the wall and got real close. "My mother was raped and killed, my father was shot, you want to know why I joined the army."

Justin held up his hands and shook his head, "I'm sorry,"

"I wanted to kill something, and now I know a 30 ways to make you stop breathing. Mention my mother again and I will feel more than willing to demonstrate."

"Yes sir,"

Troy let him down and walked away him without looking back. Justin sneered and fixed his shirt moving down the hall and into a back room.

Gabriella let out a groan and looked over as Troy came out of another room. What was he doing? Her attention was quickly snapped back to the dance move. Why were these moves so complicated? Why did they think her body could move like that? Why was he right about her stomach hurting that badly? Gabriella nodded as she watched the dance move once more.

Hollywood was about moves, what you had in you and how you let it out. Passion she once had was dwindling, leaving her on a string. She had heart for music and dance, once upon a time before her father turned her into this. Letting her hands fall to her sides she shrugged her shoulder. "Alright, I think I got it." Gabriella let out a sigh, this is what she'd become a prisoner of imitation, or repetition, her father's creation a puppet for the show. Gabriella stumbled a step and she felt the world spin a bit.

"She needs a break!" Gabriella turned and looked at Troy as he made his way towards her.

"We need to get this shot," An older man step up and got in Troy's path.

"She needs a break." Troy looked the man in the eye and crossed his arms. "Unless you want her to faint and we shut down for the night."

"You can't do that."

"Doesn't matter," Troy walked over to Gabriella and grabbed her arm. "I just did."

As soon as they were down the hall in the kitchen Gabriella yanked her arm back. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Bodyguard, your father hired me," Troy pulled out a chair. "I'm doing my job."

"And I'm doing mine!" Gabriella kicked the chair and it went flying. "I've had enough, that's it your gone!"

Troy reached and grabbed her arm. "I work for your father and I'm helping you,"

"I do not want your help." Gabriella pulled away from him. "You have no right to touch me." her efforts were of no use once in his gasp she was too weak to fight back.

"What if I was an attacker, I'm not even using that much force to hold you." He said in a monotone voice. "You need help."

"I hate you."

Troy lifted her and forcefully put her in the next chair. "Lucky for me I don't give a rat ass if you like me or not." Troy grabbed one of the bananas and a soda. "I will do my job; you will be safe, even if that's from yourself."

Gabriella stared up at him a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Go to hell."

"Gladly," Troy grabbed a water bottle and left the kitchen not before stopping and turning around. "If you want work, you'll eat that."