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Finding The Story

Chapter 36

"You miss her don't you?"

"Who?"

"Don't act dumb, you know who." Ashley stayed quiet for a moment. She hadn't spoken about, or to, the blonde since that day in the bus, nearly a week ago. The hurt was still too raw, and too much had happened to allow her to occupy any thought space. There were still concerts to do, fans to please. She couldn't let them down, not ever.

"I don't miss her."

"You're such a liar." Kyla stopped what she was doing and regarded the singer for a moment. "We both know she didn't do it."

"No we don't. She could have easily done it, and I'm not about to give her the opportunity to do anymore damage. She knows too much. She's the enemy remember."

Exasperated, Kyla was ready to give up. She had received a call from Aiden as soon as he had seen the magazine, pleading his innocence and begging her not to mention the Bieber word to anyone. She felt such a connection to him already, that she couldn't ever imagine putting him through the same thing Ashley was doing to Spencer, and herself.

"Why won't you call her?"

"Oh don't be such a stupid fuck, Kyla" She snapped back, "I do not want to have anything to do with her, and right now, I don't want anything to do with you and your fucking perfect life."

Diva Davies grabbed her beanie, grabbed her Raybans and stormed out of the hotel.

"It's brilliant Spencer, but I'm still convinced that slimy bastard will change it to suit him."

"But, that's, not allowed."

"Fuckin hell Spence, how can you still be so naïve? He will change anything you write to something that works best for him. He wants to make money, and doesn't care who he hurts" Carmen cracked open another beer and settled into the sofa again. "He also has you cornered because you can't pay the expenses you charged to the company while you were fucking the story."

"Do you have to be so crude?"

"Yes. It gets my point across more…graphically." She shot a cheesy grin in Spencer's direction and took a sip of beer. "Have you tried speaking to her?"

"Who?"

"Get bent Carlin."

"Alright, no. No I haven't."

"Why?"

"Because I respect her decision to cut me out of her life."

"Bullshit. Did you see her at that press conference? She was a wreck!"

"She has just had her life turned upside down." Spencer said, while deciding that Carmen's boozing looked too much fun to not be part of. She popped the cap and sat back down by her laptop.

"Yes…by James. Not you."

"She doesn't know that."

"Because you haven't told her!" Carmen almost shouted at the stubborn journalist. "She loves you. You love her. Why do you both have to be so freaking annoying?"

There was quiet again, something Spencer had grown used to, but it still unnerved her. Carmen was right, but it hurt so much to hear. This story was the only thing that could get Ashley back, and James was going to change it.

"Carmen?"

"Mhmm. What Spence?"

"Who do we know that writes for 'Hello'?" Carmen, could see the cogs of her flatmates mind whirring around like crazy, but she couldn't quite catch on.

"A few people. I think Chelsea is still there, and maybe Madison."

"No Maddy left to go dancing with JT."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm I thought her ass was too big to boogie."

"Apparently not."

"I've got ass on my mind now Spence!"

"Sorry…Do you think Chelsea would run a story for me?" Carmen was now very confused.

"But you work for James."

"Well done genius, but he is going to run an alternate version of my story right?"

"Riiiiiight…"

"So if I could persuade Chelsea to run my actual story, in a magazine that had far greater national coverage, and also received more respect in the industry, there'd be more chance of Ashley reading it, and more importantly…believing it."

Carmen took a long sip of her beer and then a devilish smile appeared on her face as she realised the full extent of Spencer's plan. She jumped up out of her seat, put some of Ashley's songs on full blast and spun Spencer around in her chair so she was facing the screen of her laptop.

"You get writing. I'll get beer!"

On Tour With The Ice Queen – By Spencer Carlin.

Ashley Davies, the world class singing sensation that has captured America's press in a blanket of fear, finally gets shaken up by one blonde reporter. I, Spencer Carlin was sent away, for my sins, to follow her as she completed the North American leg of her new tour. Although apprehensive at first, I soon managed to chip away at that infamous chilly exterior to find that there did indeed beat a heart full of warmth and love.

Devastated at a young age by the death of her singer father, Raife, Ashley vowed to uphold his dream of stardom, by achieving the success he never managed. We all know how that ended up! But her outstanding success comes at a cost.

She leaves a stream of broken hearted ladies in her wake, most notably Miss Lohan, who has been in and out of rehab for alcohol abuse, since the split last year, but whom Davies has yet to offer support to. She has little regard for the feelings of others, which she tries to cover up by saying that she does in fact "care about the fans".

The fans, it would seem are the only ones among us, who do not fear her, and who actually receive respect from the singer at all times. While watching her concert, she surprised the audience by giving them the chance to choose the next song, something no other performer has been known to do, due to the technical difficulties surrounding such a stunt. She even once went down into the crowd, and hand picked a boy who chose a song from her early career, The Bucket, which hadn't been performed live for many years. Nevertheless, the song was sung, and it was a massive hit, with many saying it was the highlight of their evening.

The explanation for this favouritism is pinned on Davies' own insecurities about the industry. She fears the criticism she would face from the press if they were allowed the freedom of speech, so she gets her bitchy attitude out first. Is this a weakness in her character? Or maybe a flaw in her personality? Either way, it can be assumed that because it is an imperfection, she disowned it.

Which leads me very nicely to the whole sister-saga I unearthed during my time with the 'family'. Kyla Woods is the sister who was recently uncovered by this magazine to be the secret sister of Davies, who lived for many years as the manager, and as such took the brunt of the attitude problem, and constantly found herself apologising for her behaviour. It was this scenario which led to the exposure of the relationship. An angry bell-boy from the hotel, decided to get revenge after a particularly viscous ear bashing, from Woods and snapped the pair as they walked away from him.

Given no time to herself, Woods could never be her own person; she always lived in the shadow of her sister. She revealed her true relationship to me very early on, and complained about the stresses of living the lie. The love she felt towards Ashley was clear, but was never seen to be reciprocated. Only an assumption, but any emotion Ashley feels is buried deep below the surface and locked away, until it just comes pouring out of her, in the form of music.

Yes guys, this is the big story of the article. We've had the suppressed emotional daddy rage, the Kyla and finally, some soft rock love songs! You've heard 'Please Don't Leave Me', and you might have heard, 'You Could Be Happy' and the smash hit 'I Don't Believe You' was a second major hit for Pink, but who wrote all these tender, beautiful songs? This writer can exclusively reveal that it was infact Ashley Davies herself who wrote both the lyrics and the music for these, and other major tunes of our time.

It's a closely guarded industry secret, but Davies poured her soul into this music once but chose not to perform them herself. It must have killed her when these songs turned into career makers for the artists who eventually performed them, but gave her only minor royalties and no acclaim. Instead she continued to perform the sexy, over produced numbers on which she bases her career.

My time spent with this strange, private creature has given me inside detail on her life and the way she lives it, as well as VIP access to private clubs, fancy hotels and more celebrity gossip than one magazine can handle, what I didn't see, was anybody special. Hell, she denies her own flesh and blood exists! She has nobody to love, except nameless faces, every night in concert halls, and hotel rooms.

Bitch.

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