Donna had pulled out some old songs that she had never gotten around to giving the previous bands she worked with, came up with moves with the help from some woman, the other bands cherogropher Fatima-something she supposed, and only had to memorize it. The management team explained that pop bands were mostly onto the self-image industry. As long as she looked good, she was in. But what she really felt was that they would never pull it off.
There would me mistakes. You can't just pull someone off the street who has an exceptional voice and except them to shine. But when she had explained that to Donna, her reply was; "Let me tell you something. Most of this stuff is the look. The image. I've seen girls pass in this industry with a wrong-pitched voice, and a perfect face. Now, at the beginning you will need to work hard. 99.5% of the fans at a Backstreet Boy concert are girls. If your not a guy, and extremely hot you will have to make an effort to sing. Or you will be disliked right away. Now I know that sounds harsh, but its unfortunately, the truth. But I guarntee you, as long as you enjoy yourself, you'll do fine."
"But Donna, I don't want to enjoy myself. Having to go into hiding isn't my cup of tea. I really don't intend to enjoy myself. I'm a cop, not to mention a stubborn one. I was not pleased when my boss got me into this. But I do know he cares, and I am very grateful of your hospitality. I also know this is for my protection. So I am willing to go along with it. But yet, I am still just a person who's going up against artists whom have had years of experience. While I've only had one week. So I intend to shelter myself quite often."
"I understand." The talk had been in private, in the small sanctuary of Donna's office, safely secluded from outside ears. "How are you holding up Trinity? Nervous?" Carol asked, interuptting her thoughts. "I don't know, maybe a bit." Was her reply. "Well don't fret. In Tokoyo most of em don't speak English, so if there is a mishap, I'm sure they won't notice." "Thanks Carol, that helps." Trinity said, patting the womans shoulder. "So how do you like Donna's boys so far?" Carol asked.
"Well...I don't know. I just met them a few hours ago. But...they seem like a good bunch of guys." Trinity responded. "Well, let's hope they keep giving you that act. Their really terrors. Except for Kevin and Howie. Kevin is really...secluded, doesn't talk much, very serious, you know the type. Howard is very down-to-earth. But the other three are worse than a day-care full of toddlers." She explained. "Oh really?" "Yes. Brian is a big goofball, really is a sweetheart, but gets into a lot of trouble, his influence is most likely Nick despite the five year age difference. Nick is just...worse than the puppy that constantly pees on your carpet, even worse than the neighborhood brat."
"Is he that bad?" Trinity wondered, with small interest. "Well, in my opinion-yes. A lot of people adore him. Him and I have never gotten along very well." "Why is that?" "When he was 13 he stuck my cats tail in a toaster for an experiment. I gave the boy the bitching of his life. He was really angry after that, and basically ever since we've had this grudge against each other." Carol said. "Wow. Is he still like that? Trinity asked. "Only to some people. Just hope you won't be one of them." Trinity almost scoffed at the womans advice. With a strong voice, Trinity replied. "Well I don't think a silly boy will get the best of me. If he dare inflict any sort of discomfort towards me, he'll wish he never heard the name *Trinity Edwards*" She felt a bit awkard saying *Trinity Edwards* instead of *Angel Lin.* "Your very sure of yourself." Carol pointed out. "Yes I am." "Thats a good thing to have, don't lose that!" She encourage. "Thanks, I'll remember that."
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"Here's our room." Carol said cheerfully after she pushed open the door. "I usually share a room with Donna, but since her husband decided to come, well...you know how it is." Carol explained. "Yea, I do." Trinity said, gently laying her bags down onto the Oriental carpet. The room was very spacious, two large beds, one next to the window, and another next to the wall across from it. She peeked into the bathroom, ignoring Carol's gushing over the room. It was very nice and big, with a marble polished bathtub, and toilet. "My gosh, wasn't that the longest fifteen hours of your life?" Carol exclaimed twirling around the room.
She had to nod in agreement, it had been stressful. When they stepped off the plane it was bright as day. They knew back in America everyone was sleeping. She'd have to get used to the time difference. The hotel they were staying at "Shinto America" was the only Hotel in Tokyo that was identical to the ones back home. "Um, Carol?" Trinity said. "Yes?" "When's the first concert?" She wondered. "In about two days. Tommorows rehearsal, which will be just like the routine we went through back in America, and than a few hours before the concert we'll do soundcheck." Carol explained. Trinity could only nod as the butterflies in her stomach spun faster. She was not looking forward to the concert.
When she had rehearsed in America she constantly klutzed out, dancing was not her thing, and it was always one of the things she could never get. She had no rhythm whatsoever. She remember the cherographer getting so frustrated with her that week. Fatima had said "My God Girl! You are by far the worst dancer I've seen in my life! You'll never make it in this business if you can't dance." After her outburst, she had apologized, but that didn't relieve the feeling of punching the womans teeth in. That was the problem of being an LA cop, they had very low-tolerance, especially THIS LA cop. She knew it was in her favor to cooperate, and she wasn't making it very easy on these people. After all, they were only helping.
But the more she thought of herself prancing around with her breast sticking out of a pink tube top, and purple leather pants that rode up her ass her temper rose. She just couldn't get over how she ended up here. With a sigh, she just shook her head and realized she just needed rest. Everything happened to fast. It was thinking time, before she drove herself crazy.