Part Two

Audrina walked down the busy streets of LA with her designer bag slung over her shoulder. She'd just dropped her suitcases off at the Sheraton and decided that she needed some 'fresh' air (after all, this *was* LA). Audrina looked around her. It seemed that she was the only one walking along the streets. Everyone else was driving. Audrina was lonely. It was going to be her birthday the next day and she would be all alone. She put her hand in her pocket. 'Dr. Livingston's Corrective Surgery', it read. It was situated on Granges Road which, funnily enough, happened to be the road Audrina was walking along at that very instant. Why not, Audrina thought to herself. It wasn't as though she had anything better to do.
Thirty-five, thirty-seven, thirty-nine, forty-one... Audrina looked up at the surgery. It wasn't terribly impressive, just a little door leading to a stair-case and wedged between two boutiques. Audrina opened the door and walked up at the stairs. When she reached the top, she walked over to the reception. "Um, hello, I'm..."
"Audrina Whitefern, we've been expecting you," the receptionist replied with a smile. "Dr. Livingston will be with you in a few minutes."
"But..." Audrina began.
"Take a seat," the receptionist urged.
Audrina sat down and began to flick through the latest issue of 'People' magazine. How had the receptionist known her name? Audrina had never seen her before in her life.
"Audrina Whitefern?" An old man wearing a white coat poked his head around the corner. Audrina looked up. "Come in Audrina," the man said warmly.
Audrina stood up and walked into his office.
"Take a seat," the man urged. "I'm Dr. Livingston," he explained.
Audrina nodded. "I'm here because-"
"You're here because you want breast implants," Dr. Livingston finished. "You're currently about a...." Dr. Livingston sized Audrina up. "About a B cup and you'd like to be a D."
Audrina nodded. "How did you know that?"
"It's one of the secrets in my trade." DR Livingston brushed Audrina off. "Don't worry Audrina, we here at DR Livingston's Corrective Surgery can fix you up." He paused. "Now, about payment..."
"Well, I don't have a lot of money..." Audrina began.
Dr. Livingston smiled. "No, girls never do." His kind face changed to the most horrific Audrina had ever seen (with the possible exception of Lyle Lovett). "But you must pay me," he added. "And it is not a trifle I ask. You have the most beautiful voice of all, and you probably think that you can charm this.... Taylor Hanson -"
Audrina gasped. How did this man know so much about her?
"With it," he continued evilly. "But this voice you must give to me. I must have the best thing you possess in return for... my method of making your breasts grow, for I have to give you my own blood in it, so that it will work properly."
"Will I be able to speak?" Audrina asked.
Dr. Livingston looked shocked. "Of course not! Are you stupid? I'm going to cut your tongue off - how would you be able to speak?"
"But how will I ever get home?" Audrina asked.
The doctor laughed. "If you win Taylor Hanson's heart, will you ever want to go home?"
"But what if I don't?" Audrina asked, becoming a little upset.
"What if you don't? What if you *don't*?" Dr. Livingston paused. "I must have forgotten to explain that part. The day Taylor Hanson marries another you must kill yourself, on his wedding night, or else your skin will burn as though I have covered it with acid."
Acid? This was shocking!
"It's up to you," Dr. Livingston said. "You can take it or leave it. But at least with me you've got a chance."
A chance with Taylor Hanson? Audrina swallowed her fear. "I'll do it."