A Day in the Life of a Diva

Chapter One

"Hi! My name is Mark Cohen, and I'll be your narrator...and camera man, as I take you through this dramatic journey...'A Day in the Life of a Diva'! Starring none other than our own resident diva...Maureen Johnson!"

Mark went to open the door to Maureen's apartment, hoping to burst in and catch her there...only the door was locked. He tried to open the door but it was closed.

"Aw! Maureen, come on, that was the perfect build up!"Mark moaned as he shut his camera off in disappointment. Suddenly the door opened...

"Oh."Mark stopped upon seeing Joanne...Maureen's girlfriend. She was holding a glass of orange juice in one hand, and frowning at Mark.

"Boy, what are you doing running around shouting at people's doors this early in the morning?"she asked him.

"I'm trying to make a documentary...but it didn't exactly work out how I had planned," Mark admitted.

"You're still making those documentaries?"Joanne asked.

"Of course! Okay, what do you think of this one...'A Day in the Life of a Diva!', starring Maureen Johnson!"Mark tried. Joanne continued to stare at him.

"Don't you think she'd be a little offended?"she asked.

"Are you kidding? Maureen knows she's a diva, it's her claim to fame!"Mark pointed out.

"Yeah, but she can also turn around and make you feel like an idiot whenever she wants," Joanne added. Mark hesitated.

"I guess that's true..."he said.

"Hey, I've been dating the girl for months now. I think I know her,"Joanne shrugged. Mark decided not to point out the fact that he had dated the same girl for months as well, and probably knew her just as well as Joanne.

"Right...well, uh, do you have any idea where Maureen might be?"Mark asked. Joanne sighed.

"Probably the studio. I'm supposed to meet her there later. I tell you, sometimes I think that girl is more in love with her own voice than she is with me!"Joanne snorted.

"Okay, thanks!"And Mark was off down the stairs, camera in hand.

"Okay, let's try this again..."Mark muttered, starting his camera again. "Hi! My name is Mark Cohen, and I'll be your narrator, and camera man, as I take you on this dramatic journey... 'A Day in the Life of a Diva!' Starring our own resident diva-"

"Mark! Would you keep it down, I'm trying to record in here!"Slam Before Mark even knew what had happened, the door to the studio was being slammed in his face. He sighed.

"There goes another perfect build up..."he grumbled. He knocked on the door. "Maureen! Come on!"he called. The door flung open to reveal a very frustrated looking Maureen. Mark immediately began filming.

"Here she is ladies and gentlemen! Maureen Johnson!"Mark introduced. Maureen scowled.

"What do you want?"she greeted, less than enthusiastically. Mark slowly put the camera down.

"I'm making a documentary,"he said.

"Really? Great!...DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"Maureen shouted, about to slam the door again.

"No! Maureen, I can't! It's about you!"Mark called, pressing against the door to keep it open. Maureen stared at him suspiciously for a moment...then stepped away from the door so Mark came falling face first into the studio. He quickly grabbed his camera, jumping back up.

"What kind of documentary?"Maureen asked, walking away as if nothing had happened.

"It's called 'A Day in the Life of a Diva!',"Mark explained, brushing himself off and fixing his scarf. "And you're the diva."

"Am I supposed to take that as a compliment?"Maureen snapped.

"You're supposed to take it as the truth,"Mark corrected. Maureen hesitated, looking Mark over. Finally she sighed.

"Fine. I guess I could be a part of your little documentary,"she said. Mark had had no doubt in his mind that Maureen would agree to do this for him. She could never turn down a chance to be the star of something...even one of his 'little documentaries'.

"Thanks Maureen,"Mark said, grinning.

"So what are you gonna do? Be my shadow for a day?"Maureen asked, flipping her long dark hair and fixing her headset.

"Well...a talking shadow,"Mark replied.

"Oh great..."Maureen sighed sarcastically. Mark grinned to himself. He could tell this was going to be an interesting experience.

And it would be interesting all right. More than he knew.