Macross 7 fanfic: Soul in Tune with a Wish (4/12) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "I have an idea!" "What?" Rick said as he turned to Miki. "Let's have a carwash." "Cut!" Michael rubbed his temples. "Basara, where are you supposed to be?" "Sorry." He said before moving. "Let's take that scene again." "Scene 9, take 2." "There's a talent show coming up soon. We need to get better equipment and costumes." Rick jotted notes onto his calendar. "Where are we going to get all that money from." Questioned bobby. "Well... I have an idea!" "What?" Rick said as he turned hopefully to Miki. "Let's have a carwash!" "A carwash?" inquired Bobby. "Yes. We'll can wash cars to make money. We'll do it cheaper than at the real places, but we'll sing also." "Why can't we just perform at clubs?" inquired Bobby. "No one says we can't, but washing cars will be fun. What do you say?" "I don't know." "And... stop rolling." The director closed his script. "You all might as well take a break." A secretary entered the bustling set. "Mylene-san, you have a phone call." *********** Mylene held the phone to her ears in disbelief. "Papa... What?!... How?... Is she okay... Alright." She slowly hung the phone on the reciever. It was an old phone, but efficient nonetheless. "Mama." She whispered to herself as her eyes closed in an attempt to block out the noises ringing inside her head. *********** "Basara, where's Mylene?" Probed the producer. He shrugged. "Don't ask me." "Well, we were supposed to start shooting ten minutes ago." "It's not my fault. What do you want me to do about it?" "Can you go find her?" With that, Basara left the set to search for Mylene. He found her frozen in front of the telephones. "Mylene come on. We already started filming." When the girl stood frozen, he walked over slowly. "Mylene?" Upon hearing no response, he touched her shoulder with unsure hands. "Mylene?" She turned to look at him, her eyes distant. "Mylene, what's wrong." His voice came softly now, tinged with quaint concern. "Ba-sara..." She could barely speak. He suddenly felt trembling fingers grasping at his shirt. "Ma-ma." She pressed her head against his chest, arms finding their way around his lean body. Her head sank deeper into him as she struggled to speak. "Shh." He tried to calm her. "It's alright." He wrapped a careful arm around her before placing his chin atop her head. His embraced lulled her into a state of tranquility. He was surprisingly warm, holding her firmly but gently. Even though her mind was in confusion, she felt safe in his arms. As he held her he felt a surge of protectiveness and completion. It was feeling he knew all too well, only now it was magnified by the feel her body against his. He was becoming intoxicated as she squeezed him more tightly. "I'm worried... About mama." Basara furrowed his eyebrows. "Why." "She's unconscious and in the hospital." Basara pulled away slightly, unable to take their contact for much longer. "Do you want to see her." She nodded into his chest. "Yes." *********** They walked towards a black car. "Here it is." Said Basara as he pressed the open button on his key. "Since when do *you* have a car?" Teased Mylene. Basara was shocked by her mood change. He was unsure whether her sudden normalcy was pretended or genuine. He climbed in the driver's seat, deciding to keep the mood light. "If a kid like you has a car, why are you surprised that I have one?" Mylene laughed as she made herself comfortable in the passenger seat. "I don't think you're the type of person to buy a car." "What?" He hadn't heard her since he slammed the door. "I said I don't think you're the type of person to buy a car. You're not as materialistic as most people." He smiled. "You're right about that. The producer gave it to me. These people sure find ways to waste money." "You're right about that." "let's go!" yelled Basara. *********** Michael rubbed his temples in a circular motion. "We seemed to have lost both of our main characters." He took a huge swig from a canteen in his pocket. "Are the pilot's here today?" "Yes." replied his assistant. "Good. We'll shoot some of the pilot scenes now." *********** They kept eachother entertained during the ride. Exchanging sly remarks and complaints about Firebomber's latest project. The snow continued to fall in City 7 and since they came straight from Hollywood, they were barely equipped for such harsh weather. "It's so cold." Said Mylene. "You're right." said Basara. Mylene grinned. "You should be used to it. This is what your apartment's like every winter." Mylene giggled at her own joke. She felt so calm and relaxed around him. "Oh. You have jokes." He nodded. "At least I don't have to live with my parents. I'm not a kid." "That shows how much you know. I've had my own apartment for almost 2 years... Plus it has walls." Basara nodded. "Whatever." "I'm serious!" Mylene exclaimed. "When I see it, i'll believe it." With that he pulled into the hospital parking lot. When they reached the waiting room. Basara spoke to the nurse. "Is the mayor in here?" "I'm sorry, that's confidential information." He revised his greeting. "This is her daughter, I'm her friend. And we need to see the nayor." The nurse examined the girl. "Mylene Jenius?" She looked more closely, eyes widening with recognition. "Mylene Jenius! You're in Fire Bomber! And you're Basara! Go ahead. Here's the room number and floor." "Thank you so much." Mylene belted out. "You're welcome." replied the nurse. TO BE CONTINUED... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- NOTES: 1. Is Basara suddenly OOC? I tried to picture him cheering Mylene up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------