Twilight
Note: So now this is the real first chapter. We hope you all enjoy this as much as we enjoyed writing it! LOL.
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"Hello Chicago!" Lilian Garcia shouted into the microphone as she walked across the stage.
The other four members came out shortly after her, each of them with a grin printed on their lips. The live crowd was going insane for their favorite band, Twilight. They'd sold out concerts in all 50 states, and then some.
Amy "Lita" Dumas started on the drums, introducing the first song of the night, "If You Can't Dance." Trish, Melina and Stephanie started playing their respective parts and singing the back up while Lilian belted out the lyrics.
When the Latina got to the lyrics that were in Spanish, she really got into it.
"Hey macho, te ví el otro día, me dio mucha, mucha alegría,
Escucha la música, Ay madre mía!
Hey chico, tu no tienes nada
Que susto, que sueco, que polla, que tieso
Oh, no me toques, ay que pero, feo
Venga, venga, marcha salida, toma esa música
Me cantas deprisa, cuidado, cuidado, hey chico,
Que loco, toma mi ritmo, me voy contigo,
Hey macho te quiero, quiero un hombre, necesito si,
Pero no tú, un hombre, hey macho, hey macho,
Si no bailas esto no puedes nada conmigo."
Many songs and costume changes later the band walked backstage. Amy and Trish were chattering excitedly and Melina was strumming her bass guitar loudly. The only two quiet ones were Stephanie and Lilian who both looked exhausted.
"Oh I love playing in Chicago!" Trish squealed happily. Melina strummed faster and louder which, in Trish's mind, was a yes. Amy laughed and nodded her head.
"Tell me about it!" Amy was about to say something else when someone caught her eye. She turned and ran towards Adam Copeland with her arms stretched out in front of her. When she was within reaching distance Adam picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
"Oh Lord, here we go," Stephanie mumbled to the three other girls who stopped to watch the couple interact.
The couple grinned before kissing each other wildly. Stephanie made gagging noises and walked away.
"Dude, seriously, get a room!" Trish said as she walked past them.
Lilian smiled and shook her head, then followed Trish. They all ended up in the dress room, except Amy who probably wouldn't be seen until the following afternoon if they were lucky. Trish quickly got out of her top that was beginning to drive her nuts. She pulled on a retro AC/DC shirt. She plopped down on the sofa, sighing.
Melina finally put her guitar up against the wall and grabbed an orange from the fruit basket that was in the room when they arrived earlier that afternoon.
"Must you do that?" Trish whined from the couch.
"Do what?" Melina asked.
"Eat an orange! It makes everything reek like we fell into the tropical island of Mount Chimichanga."
"Oranges are healthy! You should learn to eat fruit, Trish. Those Cheetohs and Butterfingers aren't healthy," Melina pointed to the candy bar halfway to Trish's mouth. The blonde blinked a few times and looked up at her.
"Well excuse me. Since when did you become the Queen of Health?" Trish teased. Lilian grabbed an apple from the bowl and laughed.
"You know, Trish, Mel does have a point," Stephanie picked up a banana as she said this. Trish glared at all of them.
"Amy would agree with me," She mumbled pathetically.
"Too bad she's feasting on Adam right now," Stephanie said, taking a bite of the banana.
Melina watched her with fascination. "...and why are you still single?"
"Ew!" Lilian exclaimed and then started laughing. "That's not right, Melina!"
Trish shook her head. "Puta over here has a point. You're still single as well, if I am keeping track correctly."
"Oh shove it!" Melina fired back.
"I was just saying!" Trish shrugged then started to laugh, "Have you guys heard of the contest they're doing?"
"Contest? No…" Stephanie had a confused expression on her face.
"Oh! I think I heard about it once back in D.C. The person who wins gets to go on a date with one of us," Lilian said quickly before Trish could.
"That's so stupid! I wouldn't agree to one of those things, would you?" Melina said incredously.
Lilian pointed to herself. "Me? Oh of course I would! I think it'd be so much fun to interact with our fans!"
Steph laughed and rolled her eyes. "Girl, you are too much. But, yeah, I'd probably do it. I mean, what guy out there wouldn't want to go on a date with me?"
"Apparently all of them if you're single," Trish muttered.
"What was that?" Steph said quickly.
"Oh, uh, apparently we're all out of Pringles," Trish said with a grin.
"Let's just hope they don't pick Amy. I would hate to see Adam on the news for murdering a guy," Melina said, peeling her orange.
"Oh would you not peel that thing in here!" Trish complained. Melina rolled her brown eyes and kept peeling her orange.
"Yeah, I'd hate for Amy to get married in a jail," Stephanie ignored Trish and continued with their conversation. They were all used to her complaining and always ignored it.
"Maybe they'll pick you, Mel," Lilian suggested with a smile, "They all know Trish is with Randy because they can't go ANYWHERE without sticking their tongues down each other's throats and they knew Amy and Adam are attached at the hip."
"Ha ha, they wish!" Melina laughed loudly and stuffed an orange slice into her mouth.
"More like attached at the lip!" Trish said laughing. She then crinkled up her nose. "Ugh, Mel, that reeks!"
Stephanie looked at Lilian. "Why wouldn't they pick you?"
Lilian shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't see myself getting picked."
"You're the lead singer!" Melina exclaimed. "You're like the first thing people think of when people hear the name Twilight."
"I'm sorry," Lilian blushed. "I don't want to take away the fame for you guys. I mean, without all of you, this band would be nothing."
"Oh stop with the Oprah shit!" Steph shouted.
"But it's true!" Lilian exclaimed. Melina and Trish exchanged a look with Stephanie before they all burst out into laughter.
"Don't be so mushy, Lil," Stephanie grinned. Lilian narrowed her eyes at the brunette and took a bite of the green apple in her hand.
"So wanna make a bet?" Melina asked suddenly. This peaked everyone's interests. She had their undivided attention.
"We'll all place bets on what time we think Ames will be back tomorrow since she hasn't seen Adam in four weeks," Melina explained simply. Trish rolled her eyes.
"We're lucky if we see her tomorrow!" The blonde yelled.
"If we're going to make a bet," Stephanie said, walking to the center of the room, "we're going to do it right." She reached for her purse and pulled out a 100 dollar bill. "I got a Benjamin sayin' Lilian gets picked."
Lilian bit her lip and swallowed the bite in her mouth. "Uhm, I'll put 100 on Melina getting picked."
"I vote you, Steph," Trish said, slamming her own bill down on the table.
They all looked at Melina. Her face looked deep in thought as she chewed the bite of orange she'd just taken. "I say some moron out there picks Amy," she said finally.
Trish snorted. "If Amy's out amongst the living when this dinner happens, it'll be a miracle!"
"We all know she'll be back tomorrow," Stephanie tried to sound realistic but they all knew Amy wouldn't be back for at least a day and a half.
"Yeah, whatever Steph!" Melina giggled. Trish looked around the room and sighed.
"Guys," She whined, "I'm bored."
"Go find Orton, then," Lilian said nonchalantly. Everyone else just shrugged and began to pack up their belongings.
The door swung open. Amy and Adam walked in, grinning, and their hair all messed up. "Don't worry, we aren't staying," Amy assured them. "I have to get my stuff so that we can go to the hotel." She winked and made a move for her bag.
At the same time, all of their phones began ringing. The PEBLs, RAZRs, and SideKicks were whipped out instantly.
"Hello ladies," Shane's smooth voice filled the air.
"Hi Shane," they said in unison, watching the screens on their phones.
"Lovely show you put on tonight," he said.
"What's this all about?" Amy asked impatiently.
"There has been a robbery," He stated grimly. Trish rolled her eyes.
"Can we have some more details?" She demanded impatiently. Shane chuckled.
"It seems that your arch enemy Ashley is behind it, though the police only got pictures of the two large men with masks over their faces. This fits the descriptions of Snitsky and Masters," Two pictures of the masked men popped up on the screens of their phones, "We need you girls to go and find them before they get away with the million of dollars of jewels and money they have," He concluded.
"Ah, so the usual," Steph pointed out.
"You know it, girl," Shane agreed. "Now listen, Steph, I have an assignment that's just for you."
"Alright," she said after a long pause.
"I need you to go out with her half-brother, Hunter. Now before you go freaking out on me, just hear me out."
Stephanie clenched her jaw and listened. The other 4 watched her; worried that Shane was going to push her into the deep end.
"He's family, if there's anyway we can get more information on this girl, he's the one. We know she's pissed because she sounds like a dying hyena and couldn't exactly fill Lilian's boots, but maybe there's more to it. And if not, then he's got to know something about where she'd keep these stolen items," Shane explained.
"So you want me to go and talk to this guy?" Steph asked, slightly angry, "You know how bad I am with new people, Shane."
"Yes, but we need this, Steph. You can sway people easily, which is why this mission is for you," Shane tried to convince her. After much deliberation Stephanie heaved a loud, aggravated sigh.
"Fine, when do I go?" She asked through clenched teeth. She looked around at the rest of the group and her eye twitched.
"Well, I was thinking that you could go the same night of the dinner date contest, as long as you aren't picked."
"Okay Shane, you're the boss. Get it set it up, get me a limo that's headed to Versace and you got a date!"
"Is that all you're interested in?" Melina asked. "Designer labels and tags?"
Steph shrugged. "Could be."
"Ladies, calm down," Shane ordered.
"Is that all we have to do? Catch those douche bags and return the money?" Amy confirmed.
"Yes. Good luck, ladies," Shane then hung up. Amy glanced over at Adam who looked upset. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked to the other women in the room.
"So I guess we have some crime fightin' to do, bitches!" Trish sprang up from her seat on the couch and did a little dance, "It's been, like, a week since we kicked someone's ass!" She clapped and ran to her bag to get her crime fighting outfit.
"Damnit, I don't want to," Amy whined in protest. Adam pecked her lips and moved towards the door.
"Just come to my hotel room when you're done, okay babe?" He winked at her, waved to the rest, and walked out.
"I swear to God," Trish started, "if I become an aunt in the near future, I'm breaking off a valuable part."
Lita shrugged. "We're careful."
Lilian turned a bright shade of pink. "So uhm, Melina, could I borrow a pair of your socks? I left my clean ones on the bus."
"Sure!" Melina threw the Latina some black knee highs. "It's all I got."
"Oh, it's okay, that's how far up my new boots go," Lilian replied with a huge grin. She loved boots, any kind of boots. It was all about the boots. Except cowboy boots. Those were just tacky.
"New boots again?" Steph asked with raised eyebrows. Lilian rolled her eyes.
"Of course! You know I love boots," She pulled out some black knee high lace up leather boots with a four inch heel.
"Jesus, Lil," Melina gasped, "Stripper boots?"
"They are not! I think they're adorable," She defended as she pulled them on.
"How can you possibly walk in those, let alone kick a dude's ass?" Amy questioned, pulling on her own army boots.
"I got mad skill," Lilian said, throwing up her hands in 'gangster' fashion. She then proceeded to dust her shoulder.
"Alright, who let her watch BET?" Melina shouted.
"Seriously, what the hell are you doing?" Amy laughed. Lilian just rolled her eyes again and continued to lace up her boots.
"So we should probably get going, huh?" Trish said after getting into her outfit. She looked around at the others who were, surprisingly, ready to go.
"I'm tired of bank robbers!" Melina whined. Amy wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulder and nodded.
"We all are. You know, why can't Shane give us anything fun to do?" Amy asked. They all exchanged questionable glances.
"Li, he isn't going to let you sleep with Adam as part of your job," Trish pointed out. "You'll just have to realize that sometime soon, okay hun?"
All the girls started laughing, except Amy. She just scoffed and walked over to her things to pull out her leather lace-up top. "Fuck all y'all," she muttered.
"Awe, Amy don't be like that," Lilian said, frowning. "She was just kidding."
Steph rolled her eyes. "Please, I damn sure wasn't. That was funny."
"What is it with you and making fun of what me and Adam love to do?" Amy asked after she was finished dressing.
"Well it is funny to see your reaction," Melina smirked. Amy tossed Trish her duffel bag and walked to Melina.
"At least I've been getting some," She whispered in her ear. Melina pushed Amy away and glared.
"Whatever! I'm just looking for the right guy!"
"Sure ya are," Amy quipped.
"Well," Trish interfered, putting down her bag, "I love our lifestyle. We're famous. We're hot. We kick ass. And we've got the best boobs in the world." Trish grinned and nodded to herself.
Steph looked down. "I agree." Melina nodded as well after taking a gander at her own.
Lilian shook her head and stood up from lacing her boots. "Are we ready to rock and roll?"
"Definitely. I'm ready to kick ass!" Trish kicked the air and almost fell in her three inch black boots. Stephanie caught Trish before she could cause any major damage to herself and sighed.
"Careful, Trish," She admonished. Trish shrugged her off and sighed.
"I'm ready," Amy piped up. They looked around for Melina but saw that she was already walking down the hall, her bright pink boots slamming against the pavement.
"Come on, slowpokes!" She called back to them.
The other four quickly chased after her, ready for a night of kicking ass and taking names. Lilian's stiletto heeled boots clinked the loudest down the floor. They reached the tour bus where Eric was waiting.
"Hello ladies," he greeted, smiling.
"Hi Eric!" they all said in unison as they boarded the bus.
"I take it you're ready for some butt kickin'?" he asked, looking at their attire.
They all five exchanged glances with one another before turning back to Eric and giving him a nod, "Oh hell yeah," Trish spoke for all of them.
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