Natalie ran backstage, her confidence truly blown. She sat in the women's locker room
on her own, crying. Maybe it was true. Maybe everyone did see her like that. Maybe she really wasn't
worth it. She was disturbed by a knocking at the door.p
'Go away!' she said, trying to conceal her tears. Adam stepped round the door. 'No.' He sat down
beside her, and hugged her, asking her what was wrong. 'Was it all the fans? Did they scare you?
Did you feel left out?'. Natalie shook her head. 'No. It was just one of your fans finally told the
truth. About how they all hate me, because I'm with you. And I'm just another groupie.'. Adam sighed, and
Nat could feel his muscles tense. 'That's bullshit! I love you Nat. And, yeah, you've had an easier road
into this career than most, but you deserve it. It's what being famous is about. For every person that
respects your position, there'll always be one that doesn't. But you don't need to worry about that
other person, because you have no respect for them. See?'. Natalie nodded, not at all convinced, and Adam
dried her tears. They hugged for a few minutes, but then Trish walked in.p
'Whoa, sorry. I can leave if...'. 'It's OK.' Natalie said, smiling, 'The moment was over.'. Natalie didn't
know Trish very well, and had yet to work with her, but she was always nice. Trish noticed her tears, and
looked at her worryingly. 'Fans?'. Natalie nodded, and Trish did the same. 'They can be a bitch. I got a
set of house keys thrown at me last week. Split my hand open. And alot of us constantly gets slagged off.
You know, there's actually an anti-Lita website now?'. Natalie gasped, and Adam agreed. 'It happens. And
it's tough, but Nat, you'll get used to it. Ain't that right Trish?'. Trish agreed, and left in a hurry for an
autograph signing she was dreading.p
So now here they were, sitting in the car on the way to the hotel, talking. Natalie smiles, and Adam looks at
her, confused. 'What's so funny Nat?'. Natalie giggled, and smiled up at him, 'I don't care if I'm being bitched
on. Cuz I'm famous!'.
on her own, crying. Maybe it was true. Maybe everyone did see her like that. Maybe she really wasn't
worth it. She was disturbed by a knocking at the door.p
'Go away!' she said, trying to conceal her tears. Adam stepped round the door. 'No.' He sat down
beside her, and hugged her, asking her what was wrong. 'Was it all the fans? Did they scare you?
Did you feel left out?'. Natalie shook her head. 'No. It was just one of your fans finally told the
truth. About how they all hate me, because I'm with you. And I'm just another groupie.'. Adam sighed, and
Nat could feel his muscles tense. 'That's bullshit! I love you Nat. And, yeah, you've had an easier road
into this career than most, but you deserve it. It's what being famous is about. For every person that
respects your position, there'll always be one that doesn't. But you don't need to worry about that
other person, because you have no respect for them. See?'. Natalie nodded, not at all convinced, and Adam
dried her tears. They hugged for a few minutes, but then Trish walked in.p
'Whoa, sorry. I can leave if...'. 'It's OK.' Natalie said, smiling, 'The moment was over.'. Natalie didn't
know Trish very well, and had yet to work with her, but she was always nice. Trish noticed her tears, and
looked at her worryingly. 'Fans?'. Natalie nodded, and Trish did the same. 'They can be a bitch. I got a
set of house keys thrown at me last week. Split my hand open. And alot of us constantly gets slagged off.
You know, there's actually an anti-Lita website now?'. Natalie gasped, and Adam agreed. 'It happens. And
it's tough, but Nat, you'll get used to it. Ain't that right Trish?'. Trish agreed, and left in a hurry for an
autograph signing she was dreading.p
So now here they were, sitting in the car on the way to the hotel, talking. Natalie smiles, and Adam looks at
her, confused. 'What's so funny Nat?'. Natalie giggled, and smiled up at him, 'I don't care if I'm being bitched
on. Cuz I'm famous!'.