“See now
that wasn’t to hard” Cindy chirped, pinching Nick’s
cheek
“Women”
Nick mumbled brushing away Cindy’s hand “Don’t
ruin the merchandise” he smiled
Nick started
the engine, just as the phone rung.
“Hello?”
he answered
“Nicky,
Baby? Oh thank GOD I caught you love, the shoots back on, we got
another happy snappy person, okay, yeah? Be there in 10 love you
bye, bye now, kisses” Juan raved before hanging up
“Man that
Juan creeps me out sometimes” Nick huffed turning to Cindy
“Cin,
honey I got to go to work, but you can take the car” he
smiled
“Why?”
Cindy moaned, her bottom lip drooping “I thought we were
going to spend some time together, why do you have to go and put
your ass on another billboard?”
“Cindy!
Come on this is my job”
“Fine,
whatever” Cindy sulked
Nick huffed,
and pulled out onto the road.
~ BACK IN THE
CHURCH ~
“I gotta
dash, sis, I got hired to do some Calvin Kline fashion shoot”
Meghan announced proudly
“You?”
Robin scoffed
“Jealous?”
“As if”
“Well I'm
going now”
“Whatever”
Meghan put on
her coat and walked up to Howie, who was busy, saying a pray or
something.
“Howie? I
– I mean FATHER”
“Yes my
child?”
“I’m
going now, I’ve got a fill in job, so maybe I’ll see
you later?”
“Certainly”
he smiled before turning his attention back to the weeping
looking statue
Meghan huffed
in annoyance, she knew he was sworn to celibacy and all, but he
could at least notice her.
~ IN ORLANDO
– SOME HIGHSCHOOL ~
“As a
team guy’s come on, work as one” Brian instructed, the
whistle poised in his hands
“Why do
we have to do this anyway? This sucks” one of the ‘benched’
kids sulked
“Mitch,
you could smile, it wont hurt” Brian replied, briefly
turning his attention to the guy dressed fully in Black with
black lipstick, earrings and a black lunchbox placed on his lap.
“This
sucks” Mitch announced loudly
“Mitch
this is your schools team, show some sprit” Brian urged
“MARILYN
MANSON RULES” Mitch screamed
Brian sighed,
there was no changing this kid.
~ NEW YORK
– ‘RICHARDSON RECORS’ ~
“I was
wondering when he was going to leave” Kevin smiled as
Jackson walked out of the building
“What did
your mother want?” Rachel inquired as she filed her bright
pink fingernails
“Something
about my cousin” Kevin sniffed, sounding completely
disinterested as he leaned against Rachel’s desk
“Kevy,”
Rachel pouted crossing her legs seductively
“Yessssssssssss?”
Kevin purred
“I want
to meet your family” she blushed, battering her long colored
eyelashes
“What?”
Kevin announced bolting upright
“Are you
mad, Rach, we’re having an affair, that’s not something
we go around showing off” he stated
“But, I
wanna”
“It’s
out of the question”
“When you
get angry this big vain in your forehead pulses, it’s highly
unattractive” Rachel responded sharply
“Just
forget it” Kevin huffed storming into his office
“I can
meet whomever I want” Rachel said confidently
~ SOME CIRCUS
GROUND – SOME PLACE ~
“JA, my
man” Bob slurred “ * hiccup * I'm drunk not as you as I
think am”
AJ sighed, it
would take Bob a while to recover from this drinking escapade.
AJ figured he would probably have to play one of the clowns
tonight. He lead Bob to the door of the main tent and sat
him down on one of the chairs.
“Stay”
he instructed
“I is
thinking drink a gimmie”
AJ walked back
inside the tent and looked up to the high wire where Mandy was
busy practicing. He smiled goofily and waved. Mandy
awkwardly waved back and continued her practicing.
“I think
she really likes me” he sighed to himself
“McLean?!”
Bill screamed
After he was
kicked out of the white house, Bill Clinton decided to start a
circus.
“Ah, um
yes sir?” AJ stuttered
“Tell me
why Bob is lying face down in the dirt outside the tent”
“Well I
was gonna –“
“Monica?”
“No Bill
I said GONNA”
“Oh, yes,
carry on”
“Well I
was just gonna go um, clean him up”
“He’s
not drunk again is he?”
“Ah, no”
“Good”
With that Bill
about turned and walked out.
~ AT THE PHOTO
STUDIO – ORLANDO FLORIDA ~
Meghan busily
set up her equipment, she’d hurried over as fast as she
could, however the model still hadn’t arrived. There
were whispers around the studio that he was always late.
“So where
do you want me?” a voice purred from behind
Meghan spun
around to be face to face with a creature more luscious than
Howie. Her eyes boggled as she studied him closely.
“There”
she stuttered pointing over to the white background
“Pick up
your tongue, he’s taken” Cindy said spitefully as she
walked up to Meghan
“Cindy,
what are you doing here?” Nick moaned
“You
think I'm gonna let you show your merchandise by yourself, I don’t
think so honey”
“But”
“For god
sakes Nick, stop been a baby”
Cindy turned
to Meghan and battered her long eyelashes.
“Problem?”
she inquired sweetly
“Ah, no,
not at all” Meghan replied
“Good”
Cindy huffed plonking herself onto the nearest seat
~ ‘RICHARDSON
RECORDS’ – NEW YORK ~
“Richardson
Records, Rachel speaking”
“Um, hey,
I was thinking that maybe you could wack me up some fly diggity
record contract my bitch”
“ODB? Is
that you? For Christ’s sake how many times to I have to say
it to you? Nobody wants to hear you crappy music, term used very
lightly”
“Oh, but
come on babe, cut me some slack”
“Get a
job”
With that
Rachel hung up the phone and continued filing her nails. She
looked around the office, Kevin had gone out to lunch. She
tiptoed into his office and fingered her way through some of his
documents. Then through his calendar, it had the 20th
February circled and “Brian’s Birthday” scribbled
across it. Rachel smiled proudly to herself – she had
an idea.
~ ORLANDO
– CHURCH ~
“What do
you mean we have to change the name?’ Howie inquired as the
head priest and some lady in a business suite peered across the
stained wooden table.
“The name
of this church just isn’t politically correct” the lady
snapped her thick framed glasses nearly falling off her nose
“I'm
still not following, what is so wrong with the name “Orlando
Jesus Church?”
“Because
it implies that it’s only for men, because of the name Jesus”
“But he
WAS a man”
“Sorry
Father but the name will need to be changed to “The Orlando
Church” simple and inoffensive” the lady replied
picking up the papers she was holding, signaling the conversation
was over.
Howie sighed
in annoyance, what was the world coming to? God’s son was
now not ‘Politically Correct’.
“Something
wrong?” Robin inquired as Father Howie shock his head
unknowingly
“Huh? Oh
what?” he stuttered
“Something
wrong?” she repeated
“Nothing
I should complain about, God shows us the way” he sighed
Robin shock
his head, he was more wacked than she originally thought.
~ KENTUCKY
HIGH SCHOOL ~
“Mr.
Littrell” a squeaky old voice purred from behind Brian
“Mrs.
Spears” he coughed refusing to turn around
Mrs. Spears
was the mother of Britney, who had after been shown up as nothing
more than a fake singer who used some poor little orphan girl to
sing while she mimed, had turned into a model for “Hustler"
magazine and was now the star of the new series of the great porn
flicks “Debbie Does ….” This time it was “Debbie
Does England” (It already had two parts to it,“Debbie
Does Buckingham Palace” and “Debbie Does Big Ben”)
– anyway – after the embarrassment Mrs. Spears left her
transvestite husband and moved to Kentucky where she was
currently the cafeteria lady at the high school.
“You’re
looking hot, want me to cool you down?” she giggled, the
stench of canned beef oozing off her
“Ah
no” Brian sniffed, skidding away from her
“I like
this t-shirt” she whispered tugging on
“My WIFE
bought it for me” Brian announced
She dropped
her hold on it and looked at him sideways.
“Oh yes,
her, how’s the baby factory doing, what is there like 7?”
“5 and
she’s fine, thanks for asking”
“If you
want a real women, I'm all that”
Brian turned
his attention briefly to her.
‘God she’s
rancid’ he thought to himself as he glanced at her profile.
She was
neither slim nor fat, but parts of her body begged for release
from her tight spandex top. Her hair was straggly and
looked unwashed and full of god knows what. Her fingers
were covered in what seemed to be lard of some sort. Brian
shivered at even the thought of eating what she made, her felt
ever so sorry for the kids, but was eternally grateful Taymar
made his lunch.
“I'm
extremely in love with my wife, now if you don’t mind I
should get back to teaching”
Mrs. Spears
stormed away looking ever-so disappointed and frustrated.
~ ORLANDO
– PHOTO STUDIO ~
“Oh wow,
I look good” Nick announced flicking through some of the
Polaroid’s taken.
Cindy sighed
as Nick smiled cockily as he ran his fingers through his hair.
She couldn’t help but notice, what’s-her-name, the
photographer staring at Nick, not that she blamed her with a butt
like that anyone who didn’t stare must have something wrong
with them. But she could also tell that Nick’s was
enjoying the attention.
“Nick, we
have to go, you’re sister is flying in tonight remember?”
Cindy announced tugging on his arm
“Well
Mee-ga-haan, it’s been fun” Nick winked
Meghan giggled
to herself, she loved the way he said her name.
Cindy tapped
the side of her bag impatiently.
“I’ll
see you later” he announced as he turned and walked away.
Meghan felt a
sudden urge of guilt as she studied Nick’s butt. Her
heart belonged to Howie, he was kind, smart, caring, everything a
guy should be – but as Nick’s toned butt swayed in her
mind all that kind and smart junk faded away.
“He’s
so hot” she announced under her breath
“Heard
that” Juan giggled
Meghan looked
up shocked, she had no idea he was standing right next to him.
“Um”
she stuttered as she wrapped her hair around her finger.
“It’s
okay, everyone thinks he’s hot, but don’t get your
hopes up, he’s a bit of a player Cindy seems to be the only
one able to keep him on a leash, nice girl that, a bit stubborn
sometimes, in fact sometimes she can be a right cow” he
laughed flinging his ring covered hand into the air, and cocking
his head back slightly “But that’s probably what the
boy needs” he added as he walked away punching some numbers
into his florescent pink cell.