Disclaimer: I don't own. I just like some ideas, and these characters speak to me.
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Jade sighed as she looked out the giant picture widow of her New York Condo, trying to figure out why she was here. 'Okay, I'm everything I wanted to be, even if I had to go sideways. I mean, sure, I make art. I had to go into business with Sinjin of all people, made loads and loads of money from that, but I got to finance my own fucking movies, and slowly I'm making my mark in the business. Still strictly indi, cause I have so many other things I have to invest in, but at least I'm making art now...'
She glanced back at the bedroom, where the last person she'd have ever guessed she'd wind up with was on the phone with her sister, talking about the new album. 'Tori is so talented, but her tendency to get involved got her stuck in the middle when Mason was ousted from Neutronium. Had to form a chizzing music company, find a part of RPX willing to let me use their resources, becoming a sub-label, just to sign her. Of course, she insists that we help the others, and the end of the argument was her taking charge of my musical ventures, named herself the president of the label, then hires Trina of all people to run the damn thing. Like that wasn't a recipe for disaster.' Blue-green eyes look back out the window. 'Now, I have to admit Trina has a knack for that job, cause she does such an amazing job, keeps that label producing, new talent and old making music, making money. Hell, I HAD to give her a bonus in order to keep her after Shawn Quincy started to notice how good she was at her job. Hope she likes the fudging house we got her.'
A huge sigh escaped her lips. 'But Tori, she used her position to not only release her own music, but to sign our friends. Andre and Cat both make music for me, making me money, but also making a name for themselves. And they were the first. Trina goes out and finds bands, people that have potential, then markets the hell out of them, and the next thing we know, I have another act making money. At this rate, in a few years, that may well be my cash cow.'
Her eyes shift down the Manhattan skyline to where a billboard was placed. 'That is, if my other ventures don't first. Like the fucking plays Tori makes me write, just so Beck can have the projects to direct. Like he can't write his own chiz. Only, seems he needed input, and Tori was way to happy to oblige.' She glanced back, only to return her gaze at the skyline. 'Boy's making his name in theater, here I n New York, where being off Broadway can be a career. But I write, produce, and finance plays for him, and he makes me more then a little money. But more importantly, at least to Tori, I give Beck his shot. Who knew that mister 'master actor' Beck Oliver wanted to direct? I mean, he could be in plays, and he is, sometimes. Only he prefers to direct. He find the challenge better suits him, while also letting him create in his own way. And now, thanks to my money, my success, he can. God, who knew that sometimes, all it takes is a little money, someone to believe in you, and you can make things happen. Of course, my films don't get the love that my many, many other projects do.'
She turned, listening to her lover talking on the phone. 'She even reached back to help Robbie. Boys not the ideal leading man, but on stage, it's so hard to tell if the guys an ultra hunk, or just some nerd who has a good stylist. She convinced Robbie to work with Beck, often finding rolls for the boy, just so Beck could have a spy slash ally in the cast. Only, as the boy matured, he developed into the kind of leading man Beck needed. Who knew…' She smirked. 'Beck had to push to make Robbie that kind of guy, but nerd boy was malleable, had the timing, and was willing to put in the kind of effort to become a great comedic actor. So, my friends, all taken care of, and all because of me, kinda...'
Her eyes shifted back to the bedroom, where Tori had stop talking. 'That's a bad sigh.' She thought, but was smiling ear to ear. 'Time to find out what new harebrained scheme my lover has come up with, before I'm too deep in, fixing things and making everything better.' She turned from the huge picture window, the one with the view Tori loved so much, and walked back towards the bedroom.
The Latina Singer was laying on the bed, her top opened to the belly button in order to look as sexy as possible, glasses down on her nose the way she knew Jade liked it. 'Seduction mode. Yea, she's up to something.' The entrepreneur thought.
"Babe?" Tori asked, moving in a way she hoped would be sexy. Somehow the younger Vega had developed a style that seemed both dorky and sexy, mostly because she knew it worked on her lover.
"So, what do you want this time?" Jade tried to sound tired.
"You mean giving you another shot at making loads of money?" Tori wondered. "Jade, you have to admit, we work great together. I come up with the projects, and you make them work. It's the perfect partnership."
"And I married this." Jade told the sky, as if to protest what she knew was coming. "Babe, if that was your argument, you wouldn't be getting ready to seduce me into this new plan. So tell me, what harebrained idea am I gonna have to make right this time?"
"Nothing that bad." Tori promised. "Kinda ran out of friends to help."
"I started a web series branch for Sam, so I think, maybe, you're right." Jade nodded. "That is, unless you have some friends from Sherwood who could use a hand."
"Nope, just, we're gonna have to star on the next phase of the family, if I wanna keep my parents happy." Tori told her, standing so as to swing her hip's and draw even more attention to her desires.
"I married you." Jade groaned. "How much more do they want?"
"Grand kids." Tori breathed, already to close for her wife to resist.
"So you wanna adopt?" Jade asked, but already was succumbing to her woman's charms.
"There's this process, where we can have daughters of our own." The singer promised, even as she pulled her wife to the bed. "Plus, during the process, I can finally get your ass in the studio, record that incredible voice. I have ideas…"
Jade lay back on the bed, understanding that, for Tori, some of this was foreplay. 'She'll talk herself into the lovemaking real soon. Only problem is, there will be consequences. Like a child, or an album. God, the things I make work for this woman…'
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Never once promised a consistent story line with this anthology. Just, sometimes, the ideas come, and this one is kinda interesting. The idea that success CAN be about making someone else happy.
Thoughts.