The grand opening of the newly revamped club Studio 54 was the premiere event in New York City. The red carpet had been rolled out and limos lined surrounding blocks for miles. The most recognizable movie stars, television stars, musicians and athletes were all on hand much to the delight of the rabid paparazzi. A white convertible stretch pulled up and the crowd gasped with oohs and aahs as daytime's hottest soap vixen since Susan Lucci, stepped out.

Her dark hair had been pulled up and back into a neat swept ponytail while her carefully applied makeup was dark and edgy. She smiled for the cameras and twirled for the photographers to expose her new outfit, tight fitting black pants and a fitted matching shirt with a daring, plunging neckline that exposed the top of a sexy, lace bra. Strappy heeled shoes, a trendy but small handbag and diamonds as far as the eye could see, made for the perfect accessories.

"Brooke!"

"Look this way!"

"Miss Davis, to your left!"

"On your right, Brooke!"

"Over here!"

Working the makeshift runway like a true diva, she delivered a variety of sexy poses, catering to the press. She loved them and they loved her, although not as much as the camera did. Her image in a lens was nothing short of breathtaking and she knew it.

"Brooke, what are you wearing?"

"Dolce and Gabbanna, of course", she winked.

As usual, she was flanked by her entourage and after a few minutes, they were escorted behind the velvet rope of the private entrance and once inside, after exchanging greetings and friendly kisses with Usher, Ashton Kutcher and Lindsey Lohan, the party took their seats in the VIP lounge. The freshest and finest imported wines and bottled water, along with a round of Apple Martinis, Brooke's favorite, awaited their table.

"Remind me again why I'm the personal assistant of a soap queen? Oh yeah…the VIP treatment fit for a queen", Peyton Sawyer, Brooke's assistant and best friend laughed.

Brooke took in the sights around her. She lived for moments like those. What was better than the attention and adoration of the world? What was better than being young, rich and beautiful? What was better than being the hottest soap diva in town?

For Brooke, not only was it a good life but one she had rather become accustomed to. The only daughter of a former state supreme court judge and an advertising executive mother, Brooke had grown up in a sprawling mansion in the lavish resort community known as the Hamptons, located on Eastern Long Island. She began her early years attending the best private schools in the state but her stunning good looks eventually led to a child modeling career. She had the best tutors in the country as modeling turned to acting. At 21, she had just celebrated her first year on the long running CBS soap, Guiding Light as the beautiful bad girl turned good, Savannah Spaulding.

Magazine covers, movie offers, and whispers of an Emmy nomination were just Brooke's way of life. She enjoyed living in the penthouse of an apartment on Manhattan's East Side with her manager turned boyfriend, Felix Domingo. She was self centered and shallow, fickle and a bit demanding but she being one of the most popular actresses of her day certainly allowed that behavior. Deep down inside her was a heart of gold but the polite, kind and sensitive Brooke had long disappeared ever since a certain manager had come into her life. Felix had convinced her that she was the best…the prettiest, the sexiest, the most talented actress around. Her future was as big and bright as could be. There was no time for "middle men" and the "little people" in between.

She was a diva to say the least. She didn't like for fans to look her in the eye, she had insisted on an upgrade for her private dressing room, a surplus of fresh ice cold Diet Pepsi was a must and God forbid the wrath anyone would endure if they dare parked in her space on the CBS lot.

Studio 54, the blatant star power and what it all meant was right up Brooke's alley. She danced and drank for almost an hour, loving the attention until she realized a certain prominent member from her posse was missing.

"Felix, where the hell are you?" she pouted into her cell phone.

"Outside", he grumbled.

"Why?"

"Why? Because you left me as soon as we got out of the limo and the idiot bouncer wouldn't let me in."

She rolled her eyes and closed the compact flip phone as she made her way to the front entrance. Before she arrived outside, there was Felix making his way in. Hands on hips, she was ready to let him have it until she noticed who he was talking to. The two men chattered and laughed like old drinking buddies, the interaction finally subsiding when the other man handed Felix his business card.

"Oh my God", she squealed as Felix walked over to her. "Do you know who you were talking to? Do you know who that was?"

"Quentin Tarrantino", Felix shrugged, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah, Quent and I go way back."

"I didn't know that."

"Well, now you do. He's about to start production on this new movie and guess what? He wants Brooke Davis as his star."

Brooke could barely contain her excitement, jumping up and down as she showered her lover with kisses.

"Me? Tarrantino wants me? Oh my God! I can see it now! Move over, Uma Thurman! I will totally own Kill Bill Volume IV, or whatever hell the number they're on right now. Anyway, this is gonna be great!"

"What did I tell you?" he grinned. "I told you, you're a star, baby. You've just got to trust me. As long as we stick together, I could take your career to the moon. You'll be bigger than Cameron Diaz, Halle Berry and Angelina Jolie put together!"

Brooke looked at him and she could almost taste the sweetness of her sure and impending success. Her friends and parents and especially Peyton hadn't been exactly thrilled when he had appeared in her life but with his guidance and connections, he had made her the star she was.

"I love you, babe", she grinned.

"Right back at'cha", he winked. "And Tarrantino is just the beginning. From there epics and romances, dinner on Martin Scorcesse's yacht, walking the red carpet to accept your Oscar. I'm telling you, Brooke. It's going down. This Guiding Light deal is just a stepping stone for greatness. Soon, even that will be all behind us."

"Soon? How soon?" Brooke asked, with a disturbed wrinkle in her brow.

"Who knows? It might be sooner than later if those assholes over at CBS don't cough up that raise we asked for. You are the hottest soap diva now! Susan Lucci? Old news! Vanessa Marcil? Can you say has been? The new name in town is Brooke Davis and baby you're here to stay. The sky is the limit."

She gave him a small smile. Moving forward had always been part of the game plan but for Brooke there was nothing more important than remaining a working actress. Besides, she loved being a soap opera princess. Guiding Light had been her favorite show growing up and it was a dream come true to be on it. After only a year she wasn't quite so sure that she was in a position to be making salary demands but Felix had assured her. She smiled and relaxed. After all, she'd had the same reservations about dressing room upgrades and parking spaces and he had worked all that out in the end. The studio was practically eating out of her hand.

Brooke grinned. She was a star. It had been her destiny since birth. Was it just a coincidence the significant increase in the show's ratings since she had joined? She thought not. Savannah Spaulding was the hottest thing to hit daytime TV since Luke and Laura. After all the positive publicity and viewers she brought in, hell, the network owed her. If not, she was prepared to walk. Screw the contract. It would all be alright. She knew it in her heart. After all, if Felix told her, then it must be so.