AN: All you reviewers are so lovely, such lovely darling people I could
send you all gift baskets, I really could.
This is more of a filler chapter than anything else, since it became alarmingly clear to me that my muse was fading and a rapid apparition, namely, a huge brick wall, was revealing itself in its place.
Oh daaaaaaaarlin', you haven't met? Oh of course not! Here, have some champagne... Silly me, let me make the introductions! Darasun, please meet Mr. Writer's block. Dear, I'm sure you too will become the best of friends!
On that note, let me just add that Mr. Writer's block had an unfortunate accident on the way home, classified DOA, having drunk too much previously....which is entirely his own fault I assure you all...what, how dar-, why are you looking at me like that?
Now officer, what are those?
Very pretty, I agree.
Wow, that metal is cold...why are they making that locking sound?
Er, where are we going?
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Rory blearily stepped out of the car.
"Stupid sun." She mumbles.
After packing, ahem, light packing, Rory opted for a quiet, early night's sleep.
She had fallen asleep, burying her face happily into her pillow, when the doorbell rang.
Rory had tried to ignore it, but as the person grew more persistent, Rory had to get, amidst much grumbling, and answer the door.
Surprise.
Tristan.
And even with drooping eyelids, she could tell he was looking delicious, so she sighed and let him in reluctantly, rather than slamming the door in his face and yelling that she needed sleep, which had flitted across her mind numerously.
Tristan didn't stay for long, but he did manage to keep her awake....Rory smiled at the thought.
She remembered asking him why he didn't get an early night's sleep....didn't he have to go to L.A. as well?
He laughed and reminded her that his flight left in the afternoon.
Lucky boy.
But eventually, he had said goodnight and practically been pushed out the door when Rory realized it was nearly midnight.
Hurrying off to bed, she soon dozed off.
Granted, she was used to early starts, but sleep is a precious thing not to be wasted.
Her driver for the morning graciously unloaded her light suitcase and casually tipped his hat before getting back into the car.
"Thank you." Rory said, as loudly as she dared without causing herself to cringe.
The driver gave a small wave and drove off.
Rory stood in front of the airport entrance.
There were people walking around, but no body in particular took notice of her.
Rory gave a slight scratch at her woolen beanie and her nose scrunched up as she walked into the almost blindingly white interior also known as the airport.
Luckily for her, the line for Delta Airlines business class was non- existent, as Rory wheeled her small suitcase along the ropes until she got to the service desk.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The woman asked, tilting her head kindly.
Rory handed the woman her passport and ticket. "Um, leaving for L.A., the seven a.m. flight."
The woman nodded briskly as she took the documents and began typing in information.
Opening the passport, the woman peered closer - obviously at the name - then back up at Rory, giving a timid smile, then back down again.
After a slight pause, she resumed the typing.
"Yes Ms. Gilmore, would you like a window seat?"
"No thank you," Rory said, "Heights make me queasy. May I have a aisle seat please?" She added as an after thought.
"I can certainly arrange that. Luggage?"
The process went on but right before Rory was about to leave, the woman bit her lip and glanced at her quickly.
"I'm sorry," The woman gave a nervous half-smile, "But do you mind signing an autograph?"
"Not at all," Rory stopped and took the gratefully offered paper and pen, "Who should I make it out to?"
"Oh, Katherine."
Rory wrote: Katherine, thank you for that aisle seat! Hugs XOXO, and then Rory signed it.
"Thanks a lot!" Katherine said, grasping the paper as Rory departed.
Rory soon came upon the customs line.
Rory suspected that Katherine had told her supervisor about her, because Rory found airport personal asking her if she wanted to cut queues and whether she wanted lifts to and fro.
Rory cheerfully declined.
As she was still fairly early for her flight, she had spotted a nearby star bucks after coming in and was instantly sipping away her yawns.
Back to the customs line, it was slightly long, but Rory didn't particularly mind.
Suddenly, Rory noticed a group of guys, nineteen-ish, whispering.
They pushed one of their friends forward.
"Er, hi, sorry, but ...geez this is gonna sound stupid.....are you Lorelai Gilmore?" He asked, somewhat nervously.
Rory gave a smile. "Yep. And you must be?"
The guy looked excited and gestured for his friends, who surged forward. "Sean."
"Who are your friends?" Rory asked politely.
"This is Tim, Andy and Patrick....wow, I can't believe its you."
Rory laughed. "I'm on my way to L.A., how about you guys?"
"Oh, Miami," Sean nodded enthusiastically, "Thought we'd take a mini- holiday."
"Sounds like fun," Rory commented, noting that some people in the queue were watching the exchange with frantic interest, "This is still too early for me though."
"Yeah." Sean nodded again.
"Yeah." Tim echoed, not taking his eyes off Rory.
"Er, could we have a photo?" Andy suddenly piped up as Patrick anxiously searched his backpack for what Rory assumed was the camera.
"No problem." Rory assured.
Patrick managed to drag a businessman over to take the picture. Rory stifled a laugh.
Two boys stood on either side of her and leaned in, Rory linking arms with them and beaming at the camera.
"Smile!" She said as the flash went off.
The group disassembled and the boys insisted on giving her a kiss on the cheek each.
Although she had to be the one to kiss Tim, because he seemed rooted to the spot and had to be dragged away to the customs desk as it was their turn.
The waved crazily in the distance.
Soon, Rory had too many people than she knew what to do with asking for autographs, begging for photos.
She felt quite overwhelmed as she signed and smiled, until she had to apologize to the growing crowd because she was next in line.
After that experience, Rory realized if she didn't take the airline up on their offer, she would miss her plane.
So, she was basically driven through the airport on one of those golf cart sort of things and to her gate number.
Soon, she was on the plane, sitting on an overstuffed chair in business class, with an airhostess ready to wait on her hand and foot by the name of Samantha, who also brought over assorted items from passengers in economy class who wanted them signed.
She shared a laugh with Samantha over a passenger who wanted both his shoes autographed.
Soon, Rory had a small pile in front of her and a black permanent marker.
She sighed; she didn't particularly mind signing all these things, but she would have preferred a nice big cup of coffee to assist.
And there was no way she was drinking the plane's decaf.
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"Tracy, if I have to ask you one more time...." My mother said in exasperation.
I tugged my headphones off and rolled my eyes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I muttered.
"I don't know why you listen to that CD over and over again anyway," She insisted, "How can it possibly be that good?"
"It just is," I replied, "It was a good movie."
"Oh for heaven's sake, its only the soundtrack."
"Well excuse me," I said haughtily, "But Violet senses happens to be one of my favorites."
"I am your mother and I do know that....I brought you the DVD for your birthday remember."
I shifted my eyes sideways, trying to express my disinterest, yet she was either not noticing or choosing not to notice.
It was a losing battle.
"And you still want your hair like Hannah's, don't you?"
I glanced at her as I trudged my way through the busy L.A. airport.
"She had good hair in that movie! I've been after that shade for years!" I protested.
"Yes well....who plays her again?"
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore." I told her.
"Well in an article I read, she had straight brown hair, with only a little bit of red."
"I'm not talking about in real life mom!" I said, "I'm talking about the movie."
"What, you want to look like Lorelai Leigh Gilmore? Sounds like hero worship to me."
"Mom!" I began crossly, "How could I look like Lorelai Leigh Gilmore? She has blue eyes and I have brown? We look nothing alike!"
"Well you're both pretty," My mom argued, "And petite."
I desperately fought the urge to roll my eyes again.
"Hey," I piped up suddenly, my head jerking up, "I can't believe I've never thought of this!"
"What?"
"You said Auntie Sue is working on The red dolls-"
"-Oh I'm not sure sweetie-"
"-But if she was, could I go visit her on set?"
My mom glanced at my wryly. "Visit the celebrities on set you mean."
I waved a dismissive hand.
"And anyway," She continued, "Sue is only one of the make up artists, I don't think they'll let you on set."
I pouted. "But I want to meet the celebrities!"
"I thought you wanted to go see your aunt sue."
"...Her too."
"Ever since you put up that poster of that blond actor in your bedroom-"
"-Please stop-" I begged.
"-You've made me buy you all the movies he's been in," She glowered, "He's not even that good looking."
My mouth dropped open slightly. "You have got to be kidding me. And you're in your forties anyway."
"His hair is too messy, and what do you mean by that? "
"Its styled that way, mom. And anyway, you said you liked LLG-"
"-Who?"
"Short for Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, and since he's good enough for her-"
"-Oh don't be so dramatic Tracy. You act as if I've insulted your best friends. And I had no idea they were dating. Though I can imagine they would make a cute enough couple."
I just glowered.
"Really Tracy," She said, in a reasonable tone, "You don't need to visit the set. They live in the United States you know.
"I know that," I answered crossly, "But what's the likelihood that they'll just appear right in front of me?"
Another eye roll.
Suddenly, a large cluster of people cut in front of us as we were walking.
I halted and waited for them to pass as I noticed three airport security guards walking in the center of the group.
There was a lot of excited chattering, and then someone laughed.
"....what was your name? Hey, have a good time in San Francisco, alright? Nice talking to you!..."
Many people standing around the airport craned their necks.
Somebody broke off from the group and hugged a piece of paper to their chest.
It was a girl of around ten or so.
"I got her autograph! I got her autograph!" The girl gloated to her older brother, who just appeared.
"Who?" He asked, bored.
"Lorelai Gilmore stupid!" She squealed, as her brother's ears perked up.
She pointed in the direction of the slowly moving cluster.
Many people having heard this comment snapped their necks to follow the movement of what was now determined to be a celebrity - me, being one of them.
My mouth moved wordlessly as the girl's brother went chasing with a piece of clutched paper and a biro.
My mother smiled, as I could see out of the corner of my eye.
She was tapping her foot. "....You were saying?"
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"This is a huge opportunity...they could have asked anyone....but they asked you, and Rory, of course."
"No, no, if the two of you are willing, then it will happen before you begin shooting."
"It will be fantastic Tristan! Just think! He has never asked anyone so directly before! Its because you two are new, fresh...that's exactly what he wants! I only got the call a day ago...."
"That will be discussed after the Golden globes....we've got a week or so for negotiations, which is more than enough...we can worry about that afterwards...."
"Rory will be fine with it! I'm sure her agent will be talking to her about it tomorrow....although Rory will be possibly be harder to convince to do it, I'm sure you can nudge her along Tristan..."
"...You'll do it? That's my boy, you're a champ, Dugrey! Great publicity, it'll be great publicity. You don't think Rory will agree? Who could resist an offer like this?"
Tristan listened carefully as Roger talked.
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AN: Now I'm not sure if Delta Airlines actually flies to L.A., but I ATTEMPTED to do my research.
If I got it wrong, please don't tell me, as then I will be forced to go and SULK : - )
Please review if you would be so kind.
And let me just unfuddle some befuddlements. I don't particularly know why I am speaking in such a strange manner, but I have been reading a interesting book today and I can't seem to get the language out of my head. It just keeps playing over and over and over and over....
And yes, I have been getting funny looks on the street. Bothersome.
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One last thing:
mel (melimel_mnm@hotmail.com)
Holy, that was one heck of a long review. Thank you extra skittles.
GG will be showing soon, and I agree, fear factor. That is so overrated. Small buzz of excitement during the first episode but that just evaporated when I wanted to hurl watching people drink squid parts.
BTW, I don't think you can call me 'one of the greats' because trust me, you've only just scratched the surface and they're so many more talented people than plain ol' me. But a virtual hug for saying it : )
If you want to read some absolutely fabulous trories, there are some under my username by some authors that are pretty darn great at what they do.
Good luck with the w/e thing! MWAH. Bye bye darling!
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This is more of a filler chapter than anything else, since it became alarmingly clear to me that my muse was fading and a rapid apparition, namely, a huge brick wall, was revealing itself in its place.
Oh daaaaaaaarlin', you haven't met? Oh of course not! Here, have some champagne... Silly me, let me make the introductions! Darasun, please meet Mr. Writer's block. Dear, I'm sure you too will become the best of friends!
On that note, let me just add that Mr. Writer's block had an unfortunate accident on the way home, classified DOA, having drunk too much previously....which is entirely his own fault I assure you all...what, how dar-, why are you looking at me like that?
Now officer, what are those?
Very pretty, I agree.
Wow, that metal is cold...why are they making that locking sound?
Er, where are we going?
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Rory blearily stepped out of the car.
"Stupid sun." She mumbles.
After packing, ahem, light packing, Rory opted for a quiet, early night's sleep.
She had fallen asleep, burying her face happily into her pillow, when the doorbell rang.
Rory had tried to ignore it, but as the person grew more persistent, Rory had to get, amidst much grumbling, and answer the door.
Surprise.
Tristan.
And even with drooping eyelids, she could tell he was looking delicious, so she sighed and let him in reluctantly, rather than slamming the door in his face and yelling that she needed sleep, which had flitted across her mind numerously.
Tristan didn't stay for long, but he did manage to keep her awake....Rory smiled at the thought.
She remembered asking him why he didn't get an early night's sleep....didn't he have to go to L.A. as well?
He laughed and reminded her that his flight left in the afternoon.
Lucky boy.
But eventually, he had said goodnight and practically been pushed out the door when Rory realized it was nearly midnight.
Hurrying off to bed, she soon dozed off.
Granted, she was used to early starts, but sleep is a precious thing not to be wasted.
Her driver for the morning graciously unloaded her light suitcase and casually tipped his hat before getting back into the car.
"Thank you." Rory said, as loudly as she dared without causing herself to cringe.
The driver gave a small wave and drove off.
Rory stood in front of the airport entrance.
There were people walking around, but no body in particular took notice of her.
Rory gave a slight scratch at her woolen beanie and her nose scrunched up as she walked into the almost blindingly white interior also known as the airport.
Luckily for her, the line for Delta Airlines business class was non- existent, as Rory wheeled her small suitcase along the ropes until she got to the service desk.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The woman asked, tilting her head kindly.
Rory handed the woman her passport and ticket. "Um, leaving for L.A., the seven a.m. flight."
The woman nodded briskly as she took the documents and began typing in information.
Opening the passport, the woman peered closer - obviously at the name - then back up at Rory, giving a timid smile, then back down again.
After a slight pause, she resumed the typing.
"Yes Ms. Gilmore, would you like a window seat?"
"No thank you," Rory said, "Heights make me queasy. May I have a aisle seat please?" She added as an after thought.
"I can certainly arrange that. Luggage?"
The process went on but right before Rory was about to leave, the woman bit her lip and glanced at her quickly.
"I'm sorry," The woman gave a nervous half-smile, "But do you mind signing an autograph?"
"Not at all," Rory stopped and took the gratefully offered paper and pen, "Who should I make it out to?"
"Oh, Katherine."
Rory wrote: Katherine, thank you for that aisle seat! Hugs XOXO, and then Rory signed it.
"Thanks a lot!" Katherine said, grasping the paper as Rory departed.
Rory soon came upon the customs line.
Rory suspected that Katherine had told her supervisor about her, because Rory found airport personal asking her if she wanted to cut queues and whether she wanted lifts to and fro.
Rory cheerfully declined.
As she was still fairly early for her flight, she had spotted a nearby star bucks after coming in and was instantly sipping away her yawns.
Back to the customs line, it was slightly long, but Rory didn't particularly mind.
Suddenly, Rory noticed a group of guys, nineteen-ish, whispering.
They pushed one of their friends forward.
"Er, hi, sorry, but ...geez this is gonna sound stupid.....are you Lorelai Gilmore?" He asked, somewhat nervously.
Rory gave a smile. "Yep. And you must be?"
The guy looked excited and gestured for his friends, who surged forward. "Sean."
"Who are your friends?" Rory asked politely.
"This is Tim, Andy and Patrick....wow, I can't believe its you."
Rory laughed. "I'm on my way to L.A., how about you guys?"
"Oh, Miami," Sean nodded enthusiastically, "Thought we'd take a mini- holiday."
"Sounds like fun," Rory commented, noting that some people in the queue were watching the exchange with frantic interest, "This is still too early for me though."
"Yeah." Sean nodded again.
"Yeah." Tim echoed, not taking his eyes off Rory.
"Er, could we have a photo?" Andy suddenly piped up as Patrick anxiously searched his backpack for what Rory assumed was the camera.
"No problem." Rory assured.
Patrick managed to drag a businessman over to take the picture. Rory stifled a laugh.
Two boys stood on either side of her and leaned in, Rory linking arms with them and beaming at the camera.
"Smile!" She said as the flash went off.
The group disassembled and the boys insisted on giving her a kiss on the cheek each.
Although she had to be the one to kiss Tim, because he seemed rooted to the spot and had to be dragged away to the customs desk as it was their turn.
The waved crazily in the distance.
Soon, Rory had too many people than she knew what to do with asking for autographs, begging for photos.
She felt quite overwhelmed as she signed and smiled, until she had to apologize to the growing crowd because she was next in line.
After that experience, Rory realized if she didn't take the airline up on their offer, she would miss her plane.
So, she was basically driven through the airport on one of those golf cart sort of things and to her gate number.
Soon, she was on the plane, sitting on an overstuffed chair in business class, with an airhostess ready to wait on her hand and foot by the name of Samantha, who also brought over assorted items from passengers in economy class who wanted them signed.
She shared a laugh with Samantha over a passenger who wanted both his shoes autographed.
Soon, Rory had a small pile in front of her and a black permanent marker.
She sighed; she didn't particularly mind signing all these things, but she would have preferred a nice big cup of coffee to assist.
And there was no way she was drinking the plane's decaf.
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"Tracy, if I have to ask you one more time...." My mother said in exasperation.
I tugged my headphones off and rolled my eyes.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I muttered.
"I don't know why you listen to that CD over and over again anyway," She insisted, "How can it possibly be that good?"
"It just is," I replied, "It was a good movie."
"Oh for heaven's sake, its only the soundtrack."
"Well excuse me," I said haughtily, "But Violet senses happens to be one of my favorites."
"I am your mother and I do know that....I brought you the DVD for your birthday remember."
I shifted my eyes sideways, trying to express my disinterest, yet she was either not noticing or choosing not to notice.
It was a losing battle.
"And you still want your hair like Hannah's, don't you?"
I glanced at her as I trudged my way through the busy L.A. airport.
"She had good hair in that movie! I've been after that shade for years!" I protested.
"Yes well....who plays her again?"
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore." I told her.
"Well in an article I read, she had straight brown hair, with only a little bit of red."
"I'm not talking about in real life mom!" I said, "I'm talking about the movie."
"What, you want to look like Lorelai Leigh Gilmore? Sounds like hero worship to me."
"Mom!" I began crossly, "How could I look like Lorelai Leigh Gilmore? She has blue eyes and I have brown? We look nothing alike!"
"Well you're both pretty," My mom argued, "And petite."
I desperately fought the urge to roll my eyes again.
"Hey," I piped up suddenly, my head jerking up, "I can't believe I've never thought of this!"
"What?"
"You said Auntie Sue is working on The red dolls-"
"-Oh I'm not sure sweetie-"
"-But if she was, could I go visit her on set?"
My mom glanced at my wryly. "Visit the celebrities on set you mean."
I waved a dismissive hand.
"And anyway," She continued, "Sue is only one of the make up artists, I don't think they'll let you on set."
I pouted. "But I want to meet the celebrities!"
"I thought you wanted to go see your aunt sue."
"...Her too."
"Ever since you put up that poster of that blond actor in your bedroom-"
"-Please stop-" I begged.
"-You've made me buy you all the movies he's been in," She glowered, "He's not even that good looking."
My mouth dropped open slightly. "You have got to be kidding me. And you're in your forties anyway."
"His hair is too messy, and what do you mean by that? "
"Its styled that way, mom. And anyway, you said you liked LLG-"
"-Who?"
"Short for Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, and since he's good enough for her-"
"-Oh don't be so dramatic Tracy. You act as if I've insulted your best friends. And I had no idea they were dating. Though I can imagine they would make a cute enough couple."
I just glowered.
"Really Tracy," She said, in a reasonable tone, "You don't need to visit the set. They live in the United States you know.
"I know that," I answered crossly, "But what's the likelihood that they'll just appear right in front of me?"
Another eye roll.
Suddenly, a large cluster of people cut in front of us as we were walking.
I halted and waited for them to pass as I noticed three airport security guards walking in the center of the group.
There was a lot of excited chattering, and then someone laughed.
"....what was your name? Hey, have a good time in San Francisco, alright? Nice talking to you!..."
Many people standing around the airport craned their necks.
Somebody broke off from the group and hugged a piece of paper to their chest.
It was a girl of around ten or so.
"I got her autograph! I got her autograph!" The girl gloated to her older brother, who just appeared.
"Who?" He asked, bored.
"Lorelai Gilmore stupid!" She squealed, as her brother's ears perked up.
She pointed in the direction of the slowly moving cluster.
Many people having heard this comment snapped their necks to follow the movement of what was now determined to be a celebrity - me, being one of them.
My mouth moved wordlessly as the girl's brother went chasing with a piece of clutched paper and a biro.
My mother smiled, as I could see out of the corner of my eye.
She was tapping her foot. "....You were saying?"
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"This is a huge opportunity...they could have asked anyone....but they asked you, and Rory, of course."
"No, no, if the two of you are willing, then it will happen before you begin shooting."
"It will be fantastic Tristan! Just think! He has never asked anyone so directly before! Its because you two are new, fresh...that's exactly what he wants! I only got the call a day ago...."
"That will be discussed after the Golden globes....we've got a week or so for negotiations, which is more than enough...we can worry about that afterwards...."
"Rory will be fine with it! I'm sure her agent will be talking to her about it tomorrow....although Rory will be possibly be harder to convince to do it, I'm sure you can nudge her along Tristan..."
"...You'll do it? That's my boy, you're a champ, Dugrey! Great publicity, it'll be great publicity. You don't think Rory will agree? Who could resist an offer like this?"
Tristan listened carefully as Roger talked.
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AN: Now I'm not sure if Delta Airlines actually flies to L.A., but I ATTEMPTED to do my research.
If I got it wrong, please don't tell me, as then I will be forced to go and SULK : - )
Please review if you would be so kind.
And let me just unfuddle some befuddlements. I don't particularly know why I am speaking in such a strange manner, but I have been reading a interesting book today and I can't seem to get the language out of my head. It just keeps playing over and over and over and over....
And yes, I have been getting funny looks on the street. Bothersome.
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One last thing:
mel (melimel_mnm@hotmail.com)
Holy, that was one heck of a long review. Thank you extra skittles.
GG will be showing soon, and I agree, fear factor. That is so overrated. Small buzz of excitement during the first episode but that just evaporated when I wanted to hurl watching people drink squid parts.
BTW, I don't think you can call me 'one of the greats' because trust me, you've only just scratched the surface and they're so many more talented people than plain ol' me. But a virtual hug for saying it : )
If you want to read some absolutely fabulous trories, there are some under my username by some authors that are pretty darn great at what they do.
Good luck with the w/e thing! MWAH. Bye bye darling!
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