| �Sammy, she�s lying. She�s lying big.� �Julia, come on! What is she lying about?� �I have no idea. But I will find out and I will be the best known reporter of all time. It�s going to make the front pages.� �And it won�t last long. Who cares if she�s lying?� �Sammy, who cares? Everyone will! What if everything they�ve done was a lie? Don�t you see? Can�t you see? Whatever is going, it�s huge! And I will be there to get the information.� �You�re insane. You�re hell bent on making them look so damn bad.� Julia just glanced at her camera man and rolled her eyes. �Whatever you think!� She stormed out of the newspaper office and to her car. �Something is going on. Resa has to be the biggest liar. Just got find out about what,� she thought, driving home. For the next two months, everything flew by. Married life was great, but rather hard. Since we released �Let Dogs Lie� we were on the go. It shot to number one in three weeks. One of the fastest songs to shoot up that high in that time. It was rather nice though. The reporters were being annoying, as always. More and more rumors started about someone getting married. Which only fueled everything else, like Trinity is breaking up or one of the girls is pregnant. The press are just little bugs at times. And there were tons of award shows. So, were busy. Even Pollyanna asked us to join her for a little tour in South America and Mexico. But, due to everything else and herself being to busy, we had to rearrange it. I sat down in another hotel room, bored out of my mind. In a small town, there wasn�t much to do. I laid down at my bed and stared at the ceiling. I heard my phone ring and I rolled over and picked it up. �Hello?� I asked. �Baby?� �Howie, what�s up honey?� �Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice.� �It�s hard. Where you at now?� �Um, somewhere in Washington. And you?� �Maine, I believe. Why, I don�t know. More press shit.� �Yeah, annoying aren�t they?� �I can�t stand them! But oh well, gotta have the good mixed in with the bad. So, what you doing tonight?� �Maybe hit a club, or golf. There�s this real pretty course and it�s so wonderful at night.� I smiled and nodded my head. �Sounds like fun.� �It is. And you?� �I don�t know. I�m bored out of my mind though.� I laughed and knew he was confused. �Me and you, our groups are on top of this world and we�re bored, does that sound right?� �Not in the least.� He groaned and I knew he had to leave. �I�ll call you before I go to sleep, you okay with that?� �Why, need help taking care of something?� �Resa! No, just like to have sweet dreams of my baby.� I laughed at him. �That�s fine baby. I�ll talk to you later than. Love you baby.� �I love you too. Bye.� �Bye.� I hung my phone and walked to the window. I stared out, not really seeing anything. �Resa, let�s go!� I groaned and looked at the clock. It read 8:00 on the dot. The girls had found this sweet club and wanted me to go. It felt weird without Howie. Since we got married, we wouldn�t go unless it was together. But tonight, I don�t know, I was bored. Sides, didn�t he say he might go? We walked into the club and it was packed. I scanned the crowd, my eyes taking in some fine guys. I smirked and Jennifer looked at me. �No way girl. Remember, you got a ring on that finger now!� I glanced at her and laughed. �Doesn�t mean we can�t have some fun, right?� She shook her head and we headed to the bar. Round one for drinks and it was ladies night! I ordered a Sex On The Beach and Jennifer had the same. Our eyes fell on two lonely guys and we shook our heads. �No way Jennifer. I�m going to behave myself.� I locked eyes with a young chick, slightly shorter than me. I noticed she was watching me rather closely. I raised my eyebrow at her and she smiled at me. She walked over and stood in front of me. I couldn�t have put it past her to be 22, maybe 23. �Name�s Julia Maine.� �Off The Maine Press, right?� I asked, sipping my drink. �How did you know?� �I know all the fuckin� reporters.� �You don�t like us much?� �No, not really. You always tend to make more of a story than there really is, just to look good. But, you little bugs, don�t care who�s lives you ruin or what damage you do to other people. And that�s what annoys me.� �I�m sorry. I try not to be like that.� �Oh yes, of course. It�s rather funny you should say that. Tell me, when�s the last time you truly interviewed Britney Spears. That story you printed is rather old.� I rolled my eyes at her. I wasn�t stupid and she damn well knew that. �Well�.� �There is no well. There is no excuse for you, that�s quite alright. Just, I ask, stay out of my business. And don�t try to befriend me. There�s nothing I�m hiding.� I grabbed Jennifer�s arm and walked away from her. What is wrong with her? By Julia Maine Out for a brief stroll last night and saw the ladies from Trinity. Thought it would be rather cool to see what they�re like. And as I tried to talk to one, she all but blew me off. Rather rude, I would say. And if you haven�t guessed it by now, it�s none other than the bad one, Theresa Lambe. Or maybe it�s Dorough now? As for that, we�re not all too sure, but us �little bugs� as she put it, have our own thoughts. You know, I believe in the music business, you want to have many friends. Reporters can be amongst those friends. And we�re not all bad. Some of us only try to print what�s right. But, as she put it �it always destroys lives, make people upset� and in her case, rather rude. But we tend to over look that, simply because she�s huge! A big part of Trinity. So, her rudeness is just thrown out the window and she can do as she pleases. But this reporter doesn�t believe that for one minute. Watch out Miss Resa. I know you�re hiding something, I can smell it and I will gladly find out what it is. |
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