Chapter 4:

The Rich And the Not-So Famous

Author's Note: Eck! Four chapters and I'm already running short on ideas! Someone save me from Writer's Block! Oh well. I didn't really want to use any "made-up" things...but I did. I hope it doesn't sound too unrealistic! Thanks for the four reviews everyone! I really appreciate them!

Disclaimer: I don't own Mario.

The Mushroom City V.I.P. hotel was unlike any other hotel experience. There were many brochures advertising this once-in-a-lifetime-experience the hotel provided for many...or at least...for the average-class folks of the Mushroom Kingdom. For the rich and famous, the star treatment and first class everything was expected.

There were many suites in the hotel, some even named after celebrities. The most expensive and prized suite however, was named after the one and only Mario. Many times had the hero proved noble to the Mushroom Kingdom and princess. That was, the one and only Princess Peach Toadstool, of course; the famous, glorious, young, dignified princess who wouldn't need a room at such a place; no, of course not. She had a luxurious castle to stay in.

But that wasn't the case of her cousin, Princess Daisy of Sarasaland.

Her bright yellow gown greeted the hotel showing much cheerfulness...and...excitement. Her orange heels walked gracefully on the floor, as her beautiful blue eyes looked around in approval. This would be fun...

She smiled. Though being graceful and mannered wasn't her highest point, she would still have fun trying. She slowly walked to the front counter of the hotel, patiently waiting for her turn to speak to one of the mangers.

She took extra time simply walking there; just to prevent the oh-so possible case of falling on her high-heels from happening. She had been to the hotel before; once to be exact. She had stayed there when the golf tournament was going on. That was...something.

All the contestants, besides Peach, had stayed there. But right now, she was the only one. The other tennis tournament contestants wouldn't be arriving until late Sunday; possibly Monday.

Daisy had to pay a bit extra; but it was really no problem. Wealth was something she had plenty of. Just out of royal respect they would give her two extra days. But she had insisted on paying.

When her turn came up, she walked directly over to the fancy front counter, standing up straight and tall. She smiled at the little Toad working there. Toads worked everywhere in the Mushroom Kingdom. She had respect for them.

"Good afternoon," she greeted, politely.

He looked up a bit surprised. Usually most celebrities that stayed at the hotel had body guards and assistants that would check in for them. "Yes?" he asked, in the voice most other Toads possessed.

"I've come to check in," Daisy said. "Under the name of Princess Daisy. That's D-A-I-S-Y and my last name is-"

"Princess Daisy!?" it exclaimed in the surprise. "Wow!" he smiled. "Aren't you Princess Toadstool's cousin?"

"Umm..." she hesitated. "Why yes, I am." She smiled.

"Could you get me her autograph?" it asked, while retrieving the keys to Daisy's sweet.

"Autograph?" Daisy winced. No one ever asked her for HER autograph.

"Yeah," he offered her the keys and checked her name off the reservation list. "I'd do anything for it, Miss Princess Daisy..."

"I-I'll see what I can do," she fought a smile, somewhat jealously.

"Thanks!" he smiled and winked. "If you need anything just personally ask me. It's the least I can do after the big deed you're going to try to do for me." He snapped his fingers, and a few other Toads appeared, taking her bags. "Enjoy your stay!"

She waved and followed the other Toads as they headed over to the elevator. Her hotel suite would be something out of the ordinary. Last time the suite's theme was flowers...something she completely appreciated. The hotel management had planned out in advance who would have what room. It was rather clever; at least she thought.

She followed the luggage-carrying Toads down the hall until they came to her room. They, having their own key as well, opened the door and placed her stuff in it. They waited for her to go in; just in case she needed something else.

It was a nice room. The walls were painted a very pretty and light pink, with what seemed to be golden dots spread all around it. The king-sized bed had a gold and pink cover on it, with delightful little designs to be recognized and noticed all over it. The night table and counters all around the room had bouquets of many different types of flowers on each one; there were daisies, roses; tulips....and even some types of flowers Daisy couldn't even identify by memory. There was a pink loveseat in one corner of the room, in which a big screen TV was in front of. There was a light goldish color coffee table in between the two objects and many pictures spread all around the walls. It was rather...peachy, Daisy thought.

Peachy meaning...something her cousin Peach would appreciate. She winced. Was this the Peach suite or something? She didn't mind the color scheme but it seemed to remind her too much of her cousin. She took her purse out once again and handed the luggage Toads their appropriate tips and thanked them personally. As soon as they left, she balanced onto the bed. It was so comfy. It was one of those beds you couldn't help but want to jump on.

Her blue eyes wandered over to the clock on the night table beside the bed. 12:37!? She immediately sat up. She was supposed to be at the restaurant 7 minutes ago. A feeling of panic rushed through the princess as she rushed off the bed and out of the room; rushed down the hall and onto the elevator.

Her orange heel tapped impatiently as she waited for the elevator to arrive. As the two tan doors slided open, she rushed in, not noticing the little Toadette standing beside her. Those little mushroom people were everywhere; that was a fact. She was about to push the button for the ground floor when she heard a soft timid voice say something to her.

"Excuse me, Miss," it politely said. "Could you push the button for the fifth floor? I think Kootroopia is staying up there."

Daisy's eyes widen once again. She looked down at the little fan girl. Kootroopia was a band that consisted of a bunch of Koopas. They were new on the music scene and quite famous. It had been rumored that Princess Peach had asked them to play for her once. Daisy laughed at the thought. Peach? Liking rock music? She was too into classics.

She hit the button for the fifth floor, deciding that being a couple more minutes late wasn't going to hurt much anyway. The little Toadette swayed from side to side, her pink braids following with her. On her top, it read: Kootroopia's #1 Fan and her little orange and pink plaid skirt matched the writing. Daisy found it funny that some people obsessed over such weird things. Considering Kootroopia had only one single out on the market, she was surprised at how they could already have an obsessed fan...and one so desperate that they would take time out of their lives to go to the Mushroom City V.I.P. hotel; find their room and then beg for their autograph.

The elevator stopped, as the doors opened, allowing the fan girl to rush out. "Thanks!" she called, waving. The doors closed, as Daisy's left pointer finger pushed the ground level button.

I wonder how she even got in this hotel? The princess pondered, thinking about the little Toadette. The hotel had STRICT rules about visitors to those who were staying; especially those that weren't invited. Most fans that came to see their favorite celebrities and heroes were usually kicked out. How did the little Toadette get so far?

Charm? Daisy pondered. Perhaps. The girl seemed so cute and innocent. Who wouldn't let a cute face like that in? She shook her head. Maybe the girl was one of the hotel workers' sisters. That would make sense. How else would she find out which room Kootroopia was staying in? It wasn't exactly the easiest thing, considering there were over 1,000 suites in the hotel.

"Ding!"

Daisy's thoughts were interrupted, as the elevator doors opened and she stepped out, back to the familiar red carpet of the first floor lobby. She walked towards the exit and took a deep breath. This lunch she was late to; was planned; arranged. Everyone was on a tight schedule.

They were going to be so mad at her for being late...once again.

Final Notes: Sort of stupid, eh? Kootroopia is a real creative name, don't you think? I was running short on ideas when I typed this. Forgive me for any grammar mistakes. I typed this rather late so I'm not nearly as alert for spelling. Please review and thanks for reading!