"Hey, Mike…" Mike opened his eyes to see Lucy standing over him; her hand was on his shoulder. "I hate to wake you…"

"Huh?" Mike opened his eyes wide seeing Lucy was dressed in yellow t-shirt and shorts. "Do you always have to wear shirts like that?" Mike asked sitting up.

"Because I like to! Anyway, how did you sleep?"

"Fine"

"Ok, if you get hungry just go into the kitchen and ring the bell. The chef will make you breakfast." She said walking away.

"Wait what?" Mike said now wide awake.

"I have to go do a recording for my next album." Lucy explained.

"Wait can I come?" Mike said falling out of bed.

"I guess… if you hurry up, and don't forget those shorts!"

"Lucy you aren't that hot!" Mike teased.

"One of the girls that works there… put the damn shorts on and hurry up!" Lucy said. "I will meet you out by the limo." Mike rolled his eyes as he lift the toilet seat up. After relieving himself and putting on his shorts he ran downstairs. The man held the limo door open for Mike. Mike climbed in. He sat down. He was about to move closer to Lucy when he saw a gold retriever looking at him. "It's ok if he comes, right Charles?" Lucy asked.

"It wasn't plan, but I don't see why not. As long—"

"I am pretty sure he will behave himself" Lucy said slightly annoyed. Mike sat on his hands and stared at his feet the whole drive. Once they arrived Mike followed Lucy into the recording building. Lucy went into the sound room, while Charles and Mike went into the actual recording room. Mike sat down next to Charles and saw three people, a middle aged man with a nice beard wearing a Hawaiian shirt and slacks, a young man maybe seven or so years older wearing white shirt and vest with cargo shorts, a young woman in her late teens wearing a bikini top and sweat short shorts. He looked forward. He sat there sweating. The bearded man held up three fingers, two fingers, and then pointed with one. Lucy started singing. Mike was sweep off his feet by her singing.

They recorded about five songs, though Lucy sang about ten songs and sang seventeen times. As Lucy stepped out the sound room to join the others, the young woman handed Lucy a water bottle. They played back all the five songs for Lucy to hear. Charles explained why it was only five as Lucy drank the water nodding her head once in a while. After fully explaining, they headed out back to the limo. They returned to Lucy's house. Charles bid them farewell and the limo drove him out of sight. "Well that was fun." Lucy said stretching. "Something wrong Mike?" Lucy asked.

"No, nothing important"

"Ok… What sounds fun for today?" Lucy asked.

"I don't know…" Mike said.

"How about we play tennis, volleyball, or badminton?" Lucy suggested.

"Those all sound good."

"Well we have all day" Lucy said walking past Mike into the house. "I am going to have the chef make me an omelet, what sounds good to you?" Lucy asked.

"Omelet sounds good." He said walking after her.

"Ok, you go tell the chef, I am going to get changed." Lucy said.

"Changed?"

"Mike…" she shook her head. "One, it's hot outside. Two, it's my house, I can wear what I want."

"Can I take off these shorts then?" Mike asked.

"My mother will be outside!" Lucy said closing her bedroom door.

"Are you putting on less or more?" Mike asked.

"You want to come watch me change?" Lucy asked sounding serious.

"Really?"

"Of course… NOT! Are you dumb?" Lucy rolled her eyes. Mike cracked her door open, but just barely. Lucy took off her shirt and bra, but she had her back to Mike. She grabbed a bikini top lying on the bed. She tied it on. After tying it she turned around and walked to the door. She pulled it open hard. "Hello Mike" she said with a smile.

"Hi…" he said turning red.

"Did you enjoy the 'show'?" she asked.

"Uh…" Mike started sweating. Lucy grabbed his shorts and pulled the forward then let go as the snap back into place.

"That hurt?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah a little."

"Good, now go into the kitchen." She said nicely. "And don't try to catch me changing."

"Ok…" Mike walked towards the kitchen. Lucy watched him go. She felt something. She wanted to tell him to stop and ask him something, but she decided not to. She felt bad. She locked her bedroom door. She took of her pants and panties and pulled on a bikini bottom. She walked over and sat down at the desk. She grabbed a pencil and her dairy. She flipped open to the last page she had written. She started writing on the blank page next to it. She started writing.

Sigh… I felt that maybe we could… but I am starting to feel that there more. I am feeling guilt not saying anything. But… perhaps there nothing and I am just being silly. I'll have to write later… I am starting to fear bringing him here may have not been the best idea… No! How can I say that? It's better he is here then… he isn't depressed anymore… I don't know anymore… I just hope I did the right thing.

Author's Notes: What could be bothering Lucy? What is she hoping? What is she fearing?