I walked up to the front of the studio and up to the small open gate. A really large security guard was standing in front of it. It was really pretty over here. The sun was out, there were lost of trees…

"Hi, my name is Ichigo Momomiya; I'm here to see Zakuro." The security girl in the black suit with the clipboard just laughed at me.

"No one sees Renee Roberts unless she tells me you're coming. And oh, look at that; your name's not on the clipboard. She shoved the thing in my face, but not ling enough to read it before she pulled it away and placed it back at her side.

I stood there, dumb founded. I had to get in there.

"What are you still standing here for? If you're not on the list, you're not getting in." She said very slowly like she was talking to a sped.

"Uh, uh… Oh my god what's that!" I pointed to my left.

"What? Where?"

"I think I just saw some kid start to climb your gate!" I exclaimed with fake shock. I was a horrible liar but… For some reason she bought it. She ran off ad I sort of laughed as I walked threw the open gate door. Then I felt real bad for lying. But what was I suppose to do? Give up?

I walked into the studio marked studio B pretending like I knew where I was going when really I had no clue. The movie was called a night to remember; so I just had to look for that.

Okay so I've been walking around aimlessly for ten minute's and I'm lost. Ugh, I have no idea where to go. Soon I came to this big wrack of Poland spring bottled water. I got an idea. I picked up about ten of them in my arms ad looked for the nearest worker. I came to a stop at a pretty brunet wearing a tag around her neck that said staff.

"Um, excuse me. I was told to bring water to Zakuro because she ran out; but I really have no idea ware her dressing room is."

"Oh sure, you just walk down this hallway, make two left then it's the first door on the right."

"Thanks." I smiled. Wow, people here are really dumb; I had sounded horribly nervous. (Again, terrible liar here.)

"Oh, and make sure you call her by her stage name. You don't wanna get fired."

"Oh right, thanks." I walked away. Her stage name? What the heck was that? My thoughts trailed back to when the security guard had referred to Zakuro as Renée Roberts. Oh, that was probably it, then. I made a left then another left, and then looked to my right. Yup. Renee was etched in purple glitter on the door.

I ditched the water bottles in the hall; then triple knocked on the door to Zaku- I mean Renee's dressing room. I didn't get an answer. I went to knock again, but then heard a

Sniff. "Go away!" My eyes widened a bit. She sounded terrible. I leaned my ear against the door. All I heard was whimpering and sniffing. I slowly opened the door.

"Zakuro?" I remembered the whole Renee thing after I said it but whatever- that wasn't here name.

"I said go away!" She screamed. I looked around the room. At all the clothes, at all her expensive things, at the huge flat screen, at the mini-fridge- she had it all. Then, my heart broke as I looked over at the girl sitting in the chair in front of her vanity mirror; crying her guts out. She had her head down, so I couldn't see her face. I'd never seen her cry before… Not like this.

"And why are you calling me by my name!" She demanded still crying.

"Who ever you are you're fired! FIRED FIRED FIRED FIRED!" She screamed. She was shaking ad crying and sniffing and screaming…

"Zakuro- It's me." She stopped making noises, and even stopped shaking a bit. She sniffed while she sat up abruptly to see me.

"Ichigo?" All I could do was stare. Her entire right eye was black surrounded by purple, down the corner of her face, all the way to the top of her upper lip.

She must of realized what I was staring at; because her hand flew to the right side of her face and she quickly looked away.

"I-I'm sorry out had to see me like this." She sniffed, trying to wipe the tears off her face. She stared at herself in the mirror ad let out a log shaky sigh. The tears slowly began to trickle down her cheeks again.

"Oh god, I'm so ugly with this." Her fingers slowly trailed ever so lightly along the black around her eye.

"Look what he did to me- to my face. Look what he did to my face!" Her words were kind of blurring together. She was babbling and crying as she unscrewed the cap to a bottle of concealer. She uselessly tried to rub it on her face. The tears kept pushing it off. I slowly walked over to her; I felt terrible. I didn't know what to do. And she reached for a brush to dip into some face powder I put my hand on top of hers, stopping her. She quit talking and looked up at me with her big brown doe eyes. She looked like a scared little kid.

"Zakuro, who did this to you?" I asked. I was still in shock from seeing the nasty bruise, but mostly from seeing her so upset. She started crying and whimpering again as I pulled her into a hug.

"It was Ryan." She sniffed.

"I hate him!"