This is the story I mentioned following on from the first chapter in the bar.

It is just a laugh, nothing serious, and although I am a Dollar fan I will happily admit there are better songs out there. It just fitted with the storyline.

Enjoy.

Since her arrival in this world she had discovered she enjoyed many things, but the radio and the music that came out of it was one of her favourites. She loved the fact that music was an industry where women excelled as much as men did. Talent was what was rewarded and it was fair.

She looked around her room, she had bought very little with her for her fresh start, but between herself, Maleficent and Ursula they had enough magic to send her, some riches, some fine fabrics and clothes and a few magical trinkets to this new world.

And she marveled in this world, where people were called Prince, Queen Latifah, Rip Torn and Vanilla Ice. She had briefly considered keeping her name The Queen, but realized part of the ability to carry the bizarre and theatrical name was the fact those people had celebrity status. Calling herself The Queen as a regular and normal person might seem egotistical, and she wanted, no needed, to seem normal and to fit in. So she had opted for the name Theresa Quinton and as a compromise she told people to call her TQ.

So TQ had a modest apartment in New York and a new life that she was exploring. It came with overheard arguments from other tenants and doors slamming in the middle of the night, watching young lovers stroll hand in hand through the park, seeing pigeons flocking and being fed by elderly couples who sat in the late afternoon sun chatting to each other. And she watched and learned and loved every minute of it.

Her favorite discovery in this technologically advanced world had to be the radio that had been left behind by a previous occupant. She had been wary of the TV but the radio was less fantastical and she had quickly discovered its many uses. It updated her on the news, weather and sport. There were chat shows, debates, light comedy and it played wonderful songs. And even if she didn't like one, she just span the knob to a different frequency until she found a song she did like.

Currently she was tuned in to an easy listening afternoon show, just background noise as she cleaned. She had always hated cleaning in the old world, her mother had treated her as an unpaid slave while she had lived in their damp, cramped hut that served as their home. But now, with music to lift her mood, even cleaning wasn't so bad. She suddenly became focused as the words of the presenter interested her.

The radio announcer had a note of incredulity in her voice when she communicated the next story on her list, but the woman previously known as The Evil Queen wasn't bothered about that. She cared about the content.

Lady Gaga has just indicated in her most recent interview that she is going to pay tribute to the 80s, often quoted as her source of inspiration, with a remix of the Dollar hit Mirror Mirror. It will of course have her unique brand of modernisation, be more of a dance hit and come with a daring music video. Who knew Lady Gaga liked Dollar? All we know for certain is David Van Day must be rubbing his hands with glee as any cover song always increases sales of the original. We wait with baited breath for more information from camp Gaga.

The woman disc jockey then completed her show with some amusing remarks before finally signing off with one of Lady Gaga's big hits from a past year.

The radio then belted out Bad Romance and TQ shimmed her hips as she danced and swayed across the room. Lady Gaga was one of her favourites and she loved to hear about her. From the cameos in her music videos, collaborations she was planning or her latest wardrobe adventure, the woman listened to any news articles with rapt attention.

Her magic mirror watched from the dark corner he inhabited, eyes rolling at the display. He no longer got asked to give feedback to The Queen, but if he had been asked he would have told her young Bambi on ice had more dance co-ordination.

He did not like this new world, there were too many variables, too many people. The Queen had also, since discovering the radio, TV and the internet, not really asked him anything. He felt redundant and hated it. His bitterness was growing daily and he had begun to wish he had been left behind in the old world. Even the company of the Sea Witch might have been better than this.

Then the woman started to sing along with the noise from the radio. God how he hated this modern music. He like orchestral melodies, soft and calming. The bass in this song made the frame shake and gave him a headache. Her out of tune rendition did nothing to make him like the song any better, she was murdering it. He supposed he should be grateful she wasn't listening to Kerrang or Kisstory today. They were always worse with men screaming into the microphone like they were women and the bass thudding like a battering ram.

He had told her that she couldn't sing once, in fact that might have been the last time they had spoken now he thought back. Shortly after he had imparted that truth she had gone out and bought a laptop, a new speaker system and a table cloth.

She used the laptop often, the internet was a source of great knowledge and she seemed to have made friends in various "chat rooms". The speakers were a surround sound system to enhance the music quality from the TV and the table cloth was to cover him if she had company coming over.

He had been seething at that, and several times now she had acted on her threat and covered him while he had to listen to her entertaining people. People he assumed she had found on the internet, all equally stupid and chasing the newest designer dreams. A better job, a good education for their kids, a rich husband. He could only mock their petty lives underneath his covering and cringe as his mistress laughed with them. He did have to admit, she laughed more in this strange new world and it wasn't the bitter twisted laugh he used to hear in the castle. This was genuine amusement, she was happy. And he hated her for it.

It was a few days later that he was uncovered and saw a radiant smile greet him. He responded shortly, his voice clipped in a surly manner but this tone failed to dim the woman's enthusiasm.

"Show me Lady Gaga." She commanded and as he was enchanted to do he duly retreated and allowed the mirror to fill with the image she had requested.

TQ gasped, she was in a diner, eating a stack of pancakes. She had a pair of ripped jeans, a baggy sweatshirt and a baseball cap coving her hair that was up in a ponytail. The cap was pulled low over her eyes, covering her face and The Queen recognized it was a disguise to keep away the fans while the woman had a moment to herself to relax and eat. She looked normal and no one would spare her a second glance, which was obviously the idea.

The Queen flicked her wrist and the man appeared again. "Find me that shop." She told him. He huffed a bit, wondering if it was another butcher's she was frequenting, looking for another meat dress. He had done his own research about the woman his mistress seemed to be obsessed with and he deemed Gaga was the right name. She was a little unhinged and enjoyed pushing boundaries. He supposed he understood why The Queen was fascinated. She had been lambasted for behaving like that in the old world, and yet here the Gaga woman was celebrated for being unique and quirky.

His own personal opinion was that this world had a sickness, everything was excessive. In every aspect there was too much, there was too much food and money, too much coveting, fame was fickle and TV, movie, sports stars all got a share. He missed the iron rule of a monarch, not this odd arrangement where a president was voted for by the people.

But because he was enchanted and had no choice he did as he was asked and showed the location of the diner, which turned out to be just down the street from the apartment.

Without another word TQ was off, covering and then grabbing the frame from the wall, ignoring the protesting man as he was jiggled about. She was just concerned with rushing to get to the diner before the unsuspecting woman finished her pancakes.

She walked into the diner, her stomach in knots. She was nervous, it was excitement and fear in equal measure. For the first time in this world she was about to be honest and tell her tale, one of a chase for power, attempted murder, poisoning and now freedom in a new world. And she was about to meet Lady Gaga, who had massive talent, a flare for the exotic and from the look of things an appetite for breakfast served in a dingy downtown diner.

But The Queen couldn't judge, she herself was hiding, creating a fresh start in a new world. So she just slide in to the empty seat opposite the startled woman, introducing herself and aiming for a winning smile.

The woman opposite her sat up straight, shock on her face, probably at being interrupted and recognized. She had dressed down and didn't exactly look like her stage equivalent at the moment in her old, comfy clothes and dirty trainers.

Taking advantage of the stunned silence the former Queen launched into her tale, detailing her past and the reason for her visit.

At the mention of Snow White the singer's eyes went wide before turning frantic, probably at thinking she was sharing the table with a raving lunatic. But the older woman had prepared for this, she knew she might need to prove her story. She just needed to get everything out in the open, then she could begin to convince Lady Gaga with actions.

"I have a perfect prop for the video of the new single" she said breathlessly as she had rushed her words to get through it all before the woman across the table bolted. The shock had quickly worn off to be replaced by darting eyes that were looking for an escape, she had taken a defensive pose with arms crossed and her back pressed as far into the grimy upholstery of the booth as she could.

"A magic mirror to go with the song Mirror Mirror. You must know the one I speak of, Disney portrayed me very badly but they did show a magic mirror and I have travelled across realms with it, he is here." She nudged the frame with her foot so it jiggled and there was an unmistakable curse word uttered and then some low level grumblings.

The blonde woman in her sweatshirt just nodded dumbly, not convinced at all but hoping by placating the weirdo that had found her this Sunday morning she might be able to get away without a major incident.

As the older woman took a breath after telling her story Gaga took her opportunity. She got up and ran to the Ladies bathroom, shutting herself in a stall and leaning heavily against the door. From there she could call her security and they could deal with the rather odd fan. She hadn't finished her breakfast but it was ruined now, she just wanted to leave and try and gain the relaxed feel her weekend had had half an hour ago.

The outer door opened and Lady Gaga sighed in resignation. Of course the woman wouldn't give up that easily.

"You don't believe me." The blonde heard the older woman's voice, tinged with sadness, but she had to admit, there was a regal quality to the way the older woman had spoken. A well-educated lunatic then, and the blonde banged her head against the door in frustration.

It was a shame but the former Queen understood the reluctance she was being shown, it sounded fantastic even to her ears and she had lived through it. She was still trying to be calm and reasonable and maybe she could get through to the young singer.

"Most of my fans try and grab my attention but this, well this is the weirdest story I have ever heard." The slim blonde was hiding behind the toilet door frantically trying to remove her phone from the tight denim encasing her lower body. She had to call someone to remove the crazy woman who had trapped her in the bathroom.

"Mirror what colour underwear is she wearing?" She heard from the other side of the door. A man's voice then answered, "No brassiere, and red lace panties."

The blonde flushed, she was dressed down and without a bra but thought she could get away with it, especially with a baggy sweatshirt. Apparently not. She stopped playing with her phone and paid more attention to the voices on the other side of the stall door.

"Lucky guess." She called out while wondering how the woman was managing to throw her voice to sound like a disgruntled and bored man.

"How about I use the Mirror to foretell the future?" She knew she would be questioned, so she had devised a plan while walking to the diner.

She continued, "Today is Sunday, 6th November. Leonard Cohen will die tomorrow, I assumed as a musician you know of him? Trump will win on Tuesday, Robert Vaughn will die on Friday and the weekend number one will be Closer. I know that is predictable as it has been number one for weeks, but it will soon to be replaced with Black Beatles by Rae Sremmurd. On the following Monday the New York Giants will beat the Cincinnati Bengals 21-20."

"You're insane." The woman muttered on the other side of the door, "Hilary is ahead in all the polls. Let alone wishing people dead. I think we've had enough musicians die this year already."

"I'm not wishing them dead, it is just what will happen. I asked the mirror earlier and he is bound by a spell to tell the truth."

She hung her head and sighed dejectedly. She hadn't convinced the blonde and she knew it, but she sensed it was time for her to leave, she had done her best and had at least managed to tell her story without being carted off by overzealous security guards. She wasn't going to push her luck any further, the woman would either believe her after the events of the next week, or she wouldn't.

As her parting comment she added. "I've written my name and address on a napkin and am leaving it here next to the basin. I promise I didn't mean to scare you and I would never hurt you, I wish to gift the mirror to you. I will leave the bathroom now and not return, please come out once I am gone. I hope you can believe me and maybe in a few weeks' time when these events have come to pass you might treat me with a little more credulity."

She didn't look back as she left the bathroom, she exited the diner with her back straight and head held high. Like a Queen. She kept her word to leave the flustered and confused singer alone and walked home with the mirror.

As she stepped out of the diner she felt her lips curl into a smile. Despite the visit going badly the sun was shining and the air was fresh. She felt unburdened after telling the truth, and it left her feeling hope and happiness in her heart. Even the blasted mirror seemed less heavy to her now, and she swung him gently by her side making him mumble expletives as he was rocked around in the frame.

She didn't care about his muttering, and to drown it out she began to hum to herself. She was enjoying the walk, stretching her legs and the crisp and cool fresh air. As she cast her eyes around taking in the historic buildings she noticed the appraising looks a few men gave her svelte figure as she confidently crossed the street.

A sudden thought had her suppressing a laugh. Hope, that was what she felt inside her. To have been given another and better chance to find a pleasing future. And she ducked her head to hide the rueful smile gracing her features. Because the thought dancing through her mind was that she was beginning to sound like the insipid Snow White. Next it would be unicorns, sunbeams, rainbow coloured flowers and speeches on true love. No, she shook her head, she was hopeful but she wasn't delusional, she was well aware unicorns didn't exist in this world.

Lifting her head again and savouring the view of the trees and the green of the grass in the park she sighed contentedly. Yes, she thought to herself, this world was definitely the place for her.

The knock on her door 3 weeks later was unexpected. She was even more surprised to open the door and find the blonde singer there. She had given up waiting and believing, thinking that her attempt to reach out to the singer had been rebuffed.

She reasoned that it had been too long and she had given up after 2 weeks of nervous waiting, frequent pacing and feeling sick every time her doorbell rang. She had begun to get back on with her life, accepting she had tried her best and that Lady Gaga must have better things to do than listen to middle aged women telling bizarre fairy tales.

She couldn't speak, there was a rush of joy that was zinging round her body.

"Can I come in?" The blonde asked and the older woman instantly move aside and let the woman pass.

"Are you ok?" The younger woman asked as she took in the look of amazed shock and that fact that her host had yet to speak to her.

"Y…..Yes." The woman suddenly found her composure, her royal roots took over and she became The Queen again, welcoming, polite, leading her guest to a comfy chair and offering a drink and some nibbles.

"I can't stay long," the singer apologized, declining the offer of food and drink, "but I'd like to take you up on the offer of the mirror, if it is still available?"

"Of course it is." TQ nodded.

"And offer you the chance to be in the video."

The older woman snapped her head up and locked eyes with the blonde. She wasn't sure she had heard right, and if she had, it must be a trick. She wasn't like any of the people she had seen in previous Lady Gaga videos. She couldn't dance, well not the modern, gyrating way, her skill in dancing was in a ballroom. And she liked wearing far too many clothes compared to what she had seen in modern music videos. She wasn't a fan of PVC cat suits either.

"I don't think you'd want me in your video." She stated. "I can't dance." She clarified.

"You don't need to be a good dancer to be in my videos" Gaga told her. "Look at the Housewives I had in GUY, they didn't dance, it was a cameo."

"But I'm not famous." The woman told her with a forlorn expression.

"No, not as you look now. You are very famous in this world, just as a fictional character. It will be a private joke between the two of us. But don't dwell on that, you are here now and I would love you to be in my video, especially as you are supplying the main prop."

The older woman beamed, she was beyond grateful and happy. Against all odds her tale had been believed and she was going to get to star in a music video. She was spending time with someone she respected, it would be a lasting memory forever and she would treasure it.

After her guest had left she sank into the armchair and thought about what had happened. She felt exhilarated, never in her wildest dreams had she believed she could feel like this. It beat ordering the huntsman to kill Snow White, it beat feeding the spoilt brat the poisoned apple. She had a rush of endorphins, happy emotions piling in on her, and she just sat there soaking it up.

After her portion of filming and everyone marveling at the special effects they assumed where involved in the mirror TQ sank into a fold out chair, she was utterly exhausted. They had spent the whole day with her stood before the mirror, giving it instructions. Sometimes it was just a regular mirror, sometimes she asked it to show scenes.

She and Lady Gaga had met up and discussed what the mirror could do and what the singer wanted a couple of days before filming. TQ had made it very clear that the mirror was a fantastic creation, but he was obnoxious and temperamental. She would need to have prepared and tested the images they wanted to show. So they discussed what scenery, groups or individual shots of people, some historical events and special effects she hoped the mirror could cope with producing.

She had instructed it to create mist and expel it out onto the video set as an added visual effect. They had decided to have a close up shot where a mini storm with thunder and lightning was going on inside the frame which would sink up to the bass and harsher notes within the song. She had made the mirror create an endless reflection as the "echo" that Lady Gaga would sing about when the lyrics were played over the top of the images.

And through it all the singer was dancing, prancing, weaving in and out of the shot. As usual she was wearing very little and looking toned and TQ admired the woman's strength because she had been up for hours and was still stamping her feet to the beat and bending, bucking with the music. TQ was exhausted and she had only really stood there, moving as she was instructed as the director changed camera angles and took more and more pictures with his rolls of film.

She finally heard the words, "That's a wrap!" and knew everything would begin to wind down, the show was over and filming was done with. She sighed and looked over at the mirror who just glared at her. He was livid at being made to perform and she could feel his hostility from where she was sitting.

She looked away, not needing him anymore and saw the star of the show walking over to her.

"Hey, you did a great job today." The blonde praised the seated woman.

"I really enjoyed myself." She smiled and stood, walking to meet the younger woman halfway.

"I've reviewed some of the shots with the director and they look amazing, the video is going to be great." The singer enthused and the two women shared a smile.

The mirror looked at the interaction and then singled out the slim blonde, twisting his features into a contemptuous sneer, unable to hold his tongue about it anymore.

"I can tell you there is nothing great about this ill-advised venture. The only thing I foresee is that Trevor Horn the writer will make more money than you will out of this."

Lady Gaga looked at her newest friend and co-star of her video.

"You're right, he is obnoxious!"

With a worried tone the older woman responded, "He's also enchanted to tell the truth, are you sure you want to continue with the song's release?"

"Sometimes music isn't about the money, it is about bringing joy and keeping things fresh. If the song is a hit or not, I'll have had fun making it. I've employed a whole load of dancers and backing artists and there will be people who enjoy listening to it. I've got enough money to fund a flop single."

"Harrumph" came from the mirror.

"I've made a friend and gained a magic mirror too." She smirked and winked at the other woman, who laughed freely, a sound she never thought would be coming from her a year ago as she had sat plotting in isolation inside her castle walls. How things have changed she marveled.

"He really is insufferable isn't he?" Lady Gaga said, "He is opinionated, speaks out of turn, and fails to think before opening his mouth."

The mirror glowered at the leggy blonde, scowling his displeasure at being referred to in such derogatory terms.

"I don't really want to keep it, would you mind if I gave it away?"

"Feel free." The older woman replied.

"Now who do I dislike enough to gift it to?" The blonde asked. "I wonder what Kanye West is up to these days?" She remarked, smirking viciously.

"They'd get on like a house on fire!" TQ answered, seeing a perfect bromance that could grow between the arrogant Kanye and the mirror that would love to massage his ego. Kanye who regularly got up at music awards to shout about how people didn't deserve what had been given to them. Kanye who thought he was the King of everything, tweeting stupid and ill thought out comments. Yes he was indeed all the things Lady Gaga had just described the mirror to be and probably a perfect match as the new owner for the mirror.

"I'll ask my agent to mail it to him anonymously," the blonde said, "After all, we wouldn't want it coming back now, would we?"

"Good idea." TQ answered as they pulled a sheet round the protesting mirror and then secured some bubble wrap round him for good measure.

As the two women walked off arm in arm the woman formerly known as The Evil Queen cast a glance back and realized that was exactly what it was. The past, history, backwards. She had flirted with and then eventually married the night, the darkness had consumed her as The Evil Queen.

But now, well now she had a new life opening up to her, the past no longer needed to follow her around, she was her own person, made her own decisions and she was strong and powerful. And she didn't need magic to do it, she was independent and she knew she was on the precipice of something, something beautiful and filled with promise. She was on the edge of glory.