Macross 7 fanfic:
Disclaimer: I obviously didn't make Macross 7. I'm just a wacky fan...
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Soul in Tune with a Wish (9/12)

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"Mylene, you're right on time. We'll be starting soon. Are you ready?"

"I think so."

"That's good. MAKE UP!"
Michael's voice sounded through the room, signalling the return of the
make-up crew.

***********

"Lights. Camera. Action."

"Scene 23, take one."
 
Mylene walked in between two actresses. They were her best friends.

The dark-haired girl to her left inquired,
"Miki, Don't you have practice now?"

"Yeah! What's wrong?"
agreed the other girl.

Mylene bowed her head.
"I'm no longer a member of Firebomber."

"WHAT?"
Sounded the girls in unison.

That was Basara's cue.
He stepped out of the shadows in front of the three girls.

The conversation ended.
Miki's eyes glistened. "Bobby." She whispered in disbelief.

"We need to talk."

The girls observed the two.

"Uh... Miki, we should be going."

"Yes. We'll call you."

"And stop rolling. Okay let's move to stage 6."

***********

"Mylene, Basara. You know what you have to do."

"And start rolling... now."

"Scene 24, take one."

Mylene clutched the handle of the small case.
Basara moved to the yellow x.

"I wanted to talk to you."

Mylene looked down.
"There's nothing left to say."

"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"

Mylene trembled.

"You think you're the only one with feelings?"

Basara stalked over to Mylene and grabbed her shoulders. Her suitcase 
immediately fell.

"Cut!"
yelled the director.

"Basara, as soon as you grab her kiss her. That was way too slow.
Mylene, keep your head tilted slightly left so he can get you when he's 
ready. Let's start that over again."

"Scene 24, take two."

Mylene nervously clutched the handle of the small case upon hearing the 
door slam behind her.
She watched Basara's fluid motions as he flowed towards the yellow x.
She was mesmorized until his voice sliced through the air.

"I wanted to talk to you."

Mylene looked down, avoiding the deep yellow of his glare.
"There's nothing left to say."

"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"

Mylene shook at the clarity of his voice. 

"You think you're the only one with feelings?"

She could hear him scaling the distance between them.
She kept her head tilted, waiting... She felt firm hands
grip her shoulders. The impact of his lips crushing hers immediately
followed. Her suitcase fell.

"Cut!"
yelled the director.

They pulled away swiftly from eachother.

"What are you two doing!" The director slammed his palms against his
forehead.

"Basara, you're practically grimacing, Mylene you're as stiff as a board.
Kiss eachother! You both are right about hesitating, but in a matter
of moments you should melt into eachother's arms!"

He pulled the metallic canteen from his coat. Taking a deep swig, he leaned
his head back. 

"Make-up! Both of their lips are smeared."


"Let's take it from the top. "

Mylene touched her lips...

"Scene 24, take 3."

The door slammed angrily. Basara marched towards the yellow x.
Mylene stood, dazed from the feel of his lips a moment ago.
She felt like collapsing.

	"I wanted to talk to you."

Mylene closed her eyes, trying to remember her lines.
"There's nothing left to say."

	"Would you stop being so damned selfish!"

Mylene stood still, head tilted slightly. 

	"You think you're the only one with feelings?"

She could feel the air rushing towards her.
Soon, callous fingers gripped her shoulders. His lips crushed hers 
once again... only this time...
Her suitcase plummeted softly to the ground.
She stood firmly for a few seconds only to fall towards him.
When Basara felt her relax into his embrace, his arms found themselves
around her slim waist.

Her arms snaked around his neck to his hair.
She had always wanted to run her fingers through the cool silk of his 
hair.

Upon feeling her slender hands, he caught her upperlip with his teeth
and nibbled ever so slightly...

The director grinned profusely.
::All this passion... I'd hate to break it up...::
"CUT!"

Basara slowly pulled away. Mylene's eyes were still glazed over as he
gently rested her down.

The director yelled as he approached them.
"What are you two doing? That was too much."

"Well i'm not doing it again."
Basara said before walking off the set.

*********

Basara entered his dressing room. He removed the black shirt he was wearing.
He decided to keep the leather pants, but the top had to go. He reached for 
his favorite white blouse only to find it missing.

::That's right, Mylene has it.::

He sighed before eying his surroundings... He noticed something... It was 
unusually clean. He gritted his teeth.

::They messed with my stuff again.::

He banged his fist against the wall. 

::I hope they didn't touch my guitar.::

//KNOCK KNOCK//

Basara turned towards the door.
"Come in."

Raina turned the knob hesitantly revealing a topless Basara.
"Can I come in?"

He didn't look at her.
"I said come in didn't I."

She shut the door behind her.
"That was quite some acting."

Basara spotted is guitar in the farthest corner of the room.

"I was a little surprised."
Raina continued.

Basara turned to her.
"Is that all you came to say?"

Raina clenched her fists.
::He makes it so difficult.::

*********

"Here it is!"
Mylene upheld the folded shirt that Basara had lent her the night before.
She felt like hugging it but decided not to. 
:: I couldn't give it to him wrinkled.::

She bounded out of the dressing room only to run into Gamlin.

"Mylene. Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"Are you ready to go?"

She nodded.
"I just have to give something to Basara."

Gamlin smiled.
"Let's go."

"Let's?"

"I'll go with you."

::Great.::
Mylene thought.
 
***

Mylene paused in front of the dressing room. She moved to knock but stopped
upon hearing a woman's voice.

***

"I was just wondering if you would like to have some lunch."
Raina belted out.

***

Mylene leaned closer to the door.
"Raina?"

***

"If you're paying."
Basara questioned.

***

Mylene froze.
::Basara::

"What's wrong Mylene? Isn't Basara there?"
Gamlin turned the knob to reveal a topless Basara standing in front of a 
woman. 
 
Mylene gasped.

"Mylene."
Basara whispered.

Raina turned around.
"Oh hi Mylene. What are you doing here?"

Gamlin stared in disbelief.

Without uttering a word Mylene balled up the shirt and threw it into the 
room.
"Sorry to bother you."
She said before turning to leave.

Raina caught the bundle.
"Is this your shirt?"
She asked.

Basara nodded.

Gamlin arched an eyebrow.
::Basara's shirt?::

"Let's go Gamlin"


			To Be Continued 

 
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NOTES:

1. Another transition chapter... Gamlin's got a big surprise for Mylene... 

2. I think there will be exactly 3 more	parts... I estimated correctly!! 
	

Ja!