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Chapter 3- Lies, Cheats, Steals the show

She jumped as her cell phone went off, she suspiciously looked at the caller ID, She sighed he was the LAST person she wanted to talk to. She watched it ring and ring. When it stopped she waited for a minute. It's not like she didn't want to talk to Jeff its just…no wait she didn't want to talk to him they hadn't exactly left on swell terms

"Hey James would you do me a favor and take me to club Lioness? I haven't been there in a while!" She yelled to her driver

"No problems Blondie"

She sat back and laughed to herself that's what everyone in the agency called her, 'Blondie' she loved it, and the people she worked with but part of her still loved wrestling the feel of flying through the air, the roar of the crowds, the cheers of the crowd she missed it sure you always miss what you fell I love with…but it was so hard to go back when you've found something you like.

The limo pulled up to the club. She tucked away her cell phone and re-applied some pink lip gloss…She had changed in the car to a white button up shirt leaving the last few buttons open exposing her stomach and showing off her belly ring. She was also wearing a black mini skirt with high heels. She slid some sunglasses on and pulled her hair into a baseball hat, while it looked silly she had learned from Amy Lee of Evanescence-while she was on tour with them-That if you didn't wear them you'd be wakin' up to your face on good morning America looking drunk as hell. She stepped into the club there sure were a lot of reporters here. She recognized at least 5 camera crews and 7 photographers.

"What in the hell-

Bad move

"AMY! AMY DUMAS! COME OVER HERE!"

She looked to her left gathered around a table were The McMahon's Christy, Trish, Matt Hardy, and Adam. She inhaled sharply at the blonde closing one eye she looked up the whole room was staring at her, then in one second a group had formed around her, microphones shoved at her and dizziness taking over from the camera flashes going off at rapid speed. She blinked a few times then fighted through the crowd towards Trish and the gang. She heard her shirt rip she looked behind herself her shirt was hooked on a camera. She sighed and let it drop that was the 3rd shirt this week that ripped on "Accident". She sighed and sat down next to Trish who pulled at black button up shirt out of her always-handy bag. She gratefully accepted it and put it on the exact same way as the white one.

"Hey Bubu what's up?" Christy asked Amy

Amy smiled at the name

"Oh just trying to keep the my top half from getting ripped off" She sipped her coffee and muttered under her breath," Again, So what's up with all of you?"

"Oh nothing just trying not to go bankrupt since you've been gone…again"

Amy smiled showing her white perfect row of teeth.

"What's the matter Lit- I mean Amy you don't Joke any more!" said Trish

"You will soon learn that I no longer joke, jest, jibe…or quip any longer."

Trish stared intently as Amy sipped her coffee

"What's changed Ames? You're different"

Amy pushed her purse up on her shoulder and stood threw her coffee cup away and walked towards the door she flung it open giving the group one last look, the whole bar silent and staring at her. Amy looked into Trish's eyes and said, "I grew up."

Then stepped through door shutting it quietly behind her and getting back in the car

"Long day?"

She didn't answer for both James and her knew the answer.