Lucky

Chapter Two
By: Lara
© 2000

After they clambered into the back of the limo, Lara silently handed Lisa the folder on the stars of her new show. Lisa sighed and opened it, beginning to flip through the pictures and bios. "What the hell do I know about hosting anything?" Lisa grumbled. "I hate being nice to people I don't like."

"Maybe you'll only have to talk to people you DO like," Lara said hopefully. Lisa sighed again, staring out the window. She turned to Lara.

"I'm sorry, ya know, about what he called you and how he treats you."

Lara smiled at her. "I don't mind. I'd prefer it if he acted like I was part of the woodwork, but I can't possibly get that lucky."

Lisa smiled back. "Downtown," she told the driver.

"Lucky, we have a signing at the record store in an hour," Lara reminded her.

"We'll make it...what I have in mind won't take long." Lisa settled back against the seat with a smile.

"That was NOT necessary," Lara grumbled as she hurried after Lisa into the record store.

"Of course it was." Lisa smiled and waved at her fans as she settled into her seat. "You needed a new outfit...and I felt guilty for the way Reggie treated you. End of story. Hello, everyone!" She shouted to the crowd. They screamed their reply. Lisa tugged on Lara's shirt until she bent down next to her. "Pick me up all the Backstreet Boys CDs they have in this place. I should at least SOUND like I know their music."

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl...
and they say she's so lucky...she's a star...
but she cry cry cries in the lonely dark thinking...
if there's nothing missing in my life then why do these tears come at night?

Lucky dropped Lara off at her apartment at eight o'clock that evening, much to Lara's protest. "I coulda took the bus," her assistant said.

"I didn't mind...besides...it's not so lonely then," Lisa finally admitted. Lara gave her a long look.

"Would you like to come in? We could watch a video...make popcorn..." she

gently suggested. Lisa sighed. "That sounds SO wonderful, but I can't."

"Right," Lara mumbled, moving to get out of the car. Lisa stopped her.

"And it's NOT because I'm the big star and you're the assistant. You know better then that. You're the best friend I have." Lisa ran a hand through her dark hair. "It's just that I have that freaking magazine shoot thing tomorrow, and Anna will be jumping up and down on me at five."

"I understand," Lara said softly. "You sure you don't need me for that?"

"Nah...sleep in. I'll see you at that luncheon thing." Lara climbed out and the limo slowly moved down the street. Lisa leaned her head back and sighed, finally allowing the tears to fall. They had been hovering inside her eyes all day and it had taken every bit of acting ability she possessed to keep them back. She had been feeling so lonely lately. She enjoyed her work, loved singing, loved acting, but she wanted nothing more then to stay up late with a friend, or go to the movies, or go shopping without it being a big production number. She stared out the window, watching the lights of the city go by.

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