DISCLAIMER: I know people are tired of hearing the same old crap, so I'm not gonna say: 'I don't own any of the Superstars, they own themselves, blah, blah, blah…' I'm just gonna say that: the story is a little similar to the movie, but not quite… so it's okay to read this before actually watching the movie. Read my story and review it damn it! … Pweez = (

NOTE: To tell you the truth… I didn't really see the whole movie (I saw most of it), so… it's kinda gonna go my way from here ;)

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"Hey, Jeff, you're on in 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1!"

"What's up! This is Jeff here for your top seven at seven. I'll be here all night ladies and gents, so turn up the volume and start jammin'. I'm gonna start the night off with your number seven pick… here's All the Things She Said by T.A.T.U… only on WTKZ 5." Jeff pushed a red button and the music started playing.

"Off to a good start." His co-worker, Janice Hart commented.

"Thanks." Jeff said. He sighed and ran a hand through his red hair.

His cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey it's Trish."

"Oh, hey."

"What are you doing?"

"Uh… I'm actually at work."

"Really? You never told me exactly what it is that you do."

"Uh… I'm a radio DJ on WTKZ."

"Oh! That is so cool!"

"I guess."

"So, will I see you later?"

"I dunno… I have to work till eleven."

"Oh poo…"

"Yeah."

"Alrighty then… I'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

"Bye Jeffy."

"Bye."

Jeff hung up his phone. Did she just call me Jeffy? He wondered. He shrugged it off. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that he wouldn't be seeing her later.

** LaTeR oN **

"Hey, Jeff, I'm gonna go out to eat… you wanna come?" Janice asked.

Jeff shook his head. "Nah, thanks. I'm on air till eleven. Plus, I'm broke… and I know you wouldn't treat."

"You know me very well." Janice said, smiling.

Jeff laughed. "A little too well." He said.

Janice waved and left the studio.

Jeff looked at his watch. Eight-thirty. His stomach growled.

"I should've eaten something before I left." Jeff mumbled to himself.

"Knock, knock!" He heard a perky voice call.

He turned around. Much to his surprise, there was Trish… with a picnic basket.

Jeff tried to hide the annoyance and disappointment in his voice. "Uh…hey, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I figured you might be hungry… so I brought you something to eat!" Trish said again in her perky voice.

"Um… that was nice of you… but I have to be back on air in like… twelve seconds… commercial break." Jeff said.

"I can wait." Trish said, smiling.

"Yeah…" Jeff said. He went back to the mic.

He put a finger over his lips, signaling for Trish not to say anything. He pushed the red button and began talking.

Trish watched in awe as Jeff spoke.

"Five songs in a row… no commercial breaks. Starting now! Only on WTKZ 5." Jeff pushed another button and the music started playing.

"You do that so well." Trish said.

"Thanks." Jeff said.

"Hungry?" Trish asked, holding up the basket.

Jeff nodded.

Trish opened the basket and took out a little container.

"I made Chicken Alfredo." She said, smiling at Jeff.

Jeff smiled back.

They began to eat.

Jeff took his first bite and made a disgusted face. Luckily, Trish didn't see.

"Um… this red stuff on the chicken… is that gravy?" Jeff asked.

Trish shook her head. "I don't know how to make gravy." She said.

"Oh…" Jeff said.

"There's no red stuff on my chicken." She said. She frowned. "I can't cook! I left blood on your chicken and now you hate me!" Trish whined.

"No! No! I don't hate you! What red stuff? It's my eyes… I was staring at the light for too long. I'm seeing things." Jeff lied.

"You shouldn't do that." Trish said.

"What?"

"Stare at the light."

"Oh… I know… I was amazed by the shape of the bulb." Jeff lied again.

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