Italics again. HEHE! An upcoming chapter (or possibly this chapter, depending on how much I write) will be a songfic, but until then…
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"Have you considered the fact that every time you say 'there's nothing to worry about' there's something to worry about?"
"Well, no, but I assure you, there's nothing to worry about."
"Great, well, when something does go wrong, you can be the one to tell Uncle Davie."
"Fine, 'cause nothing's going to go wrong."
"Oh, yeah, that has me convinced."
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"And that's a wrap. Great work Coral, Mas, make sure you're on the set by five tomorrow morning. That's morning, Maslin, AM, not PM. We don't want a repeat of last month," the director called from just off the set.
"You oversleep once and they never let you off the hook. Sheesh," said the tall, dark haired, young man stepping off the set. He had dark eyes and dark skin.
"Oh, come on, Mas. He'll forget it eventually," said Coral, now a young woman, from beside him.
"Really? Did he ever forget the time you spilled your coke all over his directors chair and it looked like he wet himself when he got up."
"Well, no, but yours was far less embarrassing. That's for him, not you, Sleepyhead."
"See you tomorrow, Cor, I've gotta get home. Lucy'll be expecting me."
"Give her a belly rub for me, will you?" she said, referring to his lovable dog.
"Will do. And you give Germy a belly rub for me."
"First of all, I don't think my FIANCE is going to accept a belly rub from you, and second of all, it's JEREMY, not Germy."
"Aww, you spoil all my fun!"
The two adults parted ways, and Coral headed for the parking lot. As she climbed into her car she thought about how wonderful her life was. She played a teenager on one of the WB's newest and most popular primetime shows, she was engaged to the love of her life, and she had some of the best friends she could find.
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Thursdays generally implied answering fan mail until eight, when her TV show, Songbird, aired, and then taking a long, luxurious bubble bath. This Thursday, however, had something else in mind for Lorelai Mary Gilmore.
Coral opened a few letters, read them, and then sent the writers signed pictures, but just as she was about to turn on the TV to watch this weeks episode of Songbird the doorbell rang. "Come on in, Jeremy!" she called to her fiancé. He always arrived at this time to watch the show, but when the door opened it wasn't Jeremy who stepped through.
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Okay, I know I said that this chapter would be long, but it was to good of a cliffhanger to resist. I'm going to write the next chapter before I post, though.
Bess…
