posted on 28-Oct-2001 8:53:03 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Title:I'm With The Star
Authors: Liz and Annie
Summery: Maria has known Liz since she was a teenager, and now she's on the brink of making it big.
Disclaimer: We do not own Roswell, any celebrities mentioned, nor songs. Please do not sue.
Author's Notes: Check out our other stories on this board....
Liz - And So We Meet Again, Everytime I Look At You, Passion and Shattered Fantasies.
Annie - More Than Anything, Burning and Coming Back To Me.

"Cuz I'm with the star,
Cuz Thats what you are,
A Beautiful star...
- "I'm With The Star" ~ Ben Lee

Prologue by Annie

Maria’s silky voice filtered out into the hallway from the West Roswell High music room. She sat cross-legged on the floor strumming her guitar flawlessly, the words harmonizing with the instrument. It was a beautiful melodious sound, enticing passerby’s to look in the classroom.

My eyes are open,
And I can see the world
Where my future lies holding dreams
Just waiting to be unfurled.
I reach out and embrace fate,
For he respects me so.
And together we dance through
The flames of hate
To where the written word is spoken.


Liz just watched her friend in amazement. Maria was so talented. They had only been friends for a few months, since Liz moved to Roswell, but they were now inseparable.

Liz hated to remember her first days at West Roswell High. She didn't know anyone and by lunch on the first day there were rumors about her, most of them were invented Pam Troy. But that was how Liz met Maria. Maria and Pam were practically mortal enemies. So when Maria heard the rumors, she told Pam to shut her "big mouth."

Maria finished singing the verse she was working on as Liz pulled out of her daydream. "So what did you think," she asked in anticipation, pushing her black framed glasses up her nose a little, and smoothing back her blonde locks.
Liz jumped up from her chair. "Maria, that was wonderful," she exclaimed as she hugged her friend. "One of these days you are going to be a big star. I just know you will be."

Maria sighed. "That is what I want more than anything in this world, Liz. Do you really think it will happen?"

Liz gave Maria a really big smile. "Let's make a promise right now.

We will do everything we can to make each others dreams come true," Liz said as she held out her little finger.

"Well, we already know what my dream is, but what do you want," Maria asked.

Liz got a dreamy look in her eyes. "I really want to settle down and have a big family someday. I know that it is corny, but my dream is to marry a man the truly loves me."

Maria shook her head. "You are a hopeless romantic, you know that?"

"Yup," Liz smiled. "That's me."

Maria reached over and latched her little finger with Liz's. "Well, it's a deal. You make me a star and I will get you a guy."

Both girls broke out into fits of laughter, which ended when the realized they had to get to class. Over the years, Liz never forgot her promise to Maria. Her friend's talent was to precious to go to waste and Liz did
everything in her power not to let that happen.

Part One by Liz

Her hand throbbed with pain as the hand grew tighter, knuckles white. "Maria," Liz hissed urgently. "Calm down. You’re breaking my hand."

Maria stared down at their hands, clenched between each other, her eyes growing wide. She pulled her hand away. "Sorry," her voice was laced with tension. God she was nervous, its not everyday you get to do something like this. She tucked a strand of her long honey hair behind her ear and pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose out of habit. Some things just never changed.

It was like her friendship with Liz. Sophomore year of high school way back in Roswell they’d met. Their friendship was instantaneous. Liz had looked so wide-eyed and scared when she’d arrived, slowly taking her seat beside Maria.

Maria had never been shy, and felt sorry for the new girl. While the teacher droned on, she pulled out a pen, and jotted a hello down on a ripped off piece of paper. She’d thrown onto Liz’s desk, and when Liz read it she looked over, her eyes shining, giving a dazzling smile. ‘Hi,’ she had mouthed. It was the beginning of their friendship.

And now, here they were, still together. They were 22 now, grown up in the eyes of the law. And here they were, standing in the lobby of this massive building right in the heart of Los Angeles. And this was likely the most important day in Maria’s life so far. Valenti records, her dream come true.

Kyle Valenti had come to visit Maria a week before. He’d sashayed up to her, wearing a designer suit, and flashy glasses. Everything was flashy when it came to Kyle Valenti. He’d whipped out a crisp beige business card, placing it delicately in her hand. "9am, Monday. Be there." He’d simply stated, turning and leaving Maria to gawk in silence. He was President and owner of the most high-profile, and successful record company in America, hell---the world. And he wanted to see her, to…sign her?

She looked up at Liz, who was completely professional. She looked cool as can be, ready to take on the world. But Maria knew Liz, and she knew that her friends heart was beating probably about as fast as hers. Two years ago, when Maria started trying to get gigs, Liz had agreed to become her manager part-time. She was studying at UCLA to become a lawyer, and this was a perfect job for her.

And then Maria looked down at herself. Her hair was a windswept mess compared to Liz’s, and her clothes her casual. Just a denmin skirt, and a sky blue tank top, topped off with a hemp purse. But that was her look, the Maria Deluca style.

Liz approached the desk confidently. "Hello, this is Maria Deluca, I’m Liz Parker, her manager. We have a 9 o’clock appointment."

The secretary fixed her bored stare on Liz, then Maria. "One moment please," she drawled in a southern accent. She pressed a red button. "Mr. Valenti, your 9 o’clock is here. Uh-huh…" She paused to listen. "Yes, okay." She peered over her glasses at the girls again. "Mr. Valenti will see you now. Through those doors, please."

"Thank you," Liz said cooly, and Maria sent her a warm appreciative smile. She tailed behind Liz, pushing her way through the big glass double doors.

"Ladies, welcome." Kyle boomed, standing from his plush black leather chair behind his big mahogany desk. It seems it was only the best for him. "Have a seat," he motioned to two chairs in front of the desk for them to sit in.

"Thank you," muttered Maria shyly, taking a seat beside Liz. She didn’t know why but Mr. Valenti made her feel shy, and unsure of herself. The man was certainly intimidating.

"I see that you’re interested in my client," Liz began. "Would you like to elaborate?"

Kyle cleared his throat, picking up a silver ball point pen from his desk, and rocking it back and forth in between his fingers. "Indeed, I’m very intrigued by Ms. Deluca. Not only is she talented, but beautiful as well. Her voice is very unique and strong. I’d like to sign her for a record deal." He opened a file on his desk, and pulled out a thick stapled together wad of paper. "I’ve drawn up a contract. I’d like to see her put out an album within the year, and before that tour with one of our already established stars."

"Really?" Cried Maria, forgetting her woes, and jumping out of her chair excitedly. Liz put a firm hand on her friend’s arm, settling her back into her chair. "Wow…" she breathed.

Kyle gave a deep laugh. "Yes, really. Of course, we’ll have to set up a few more meetings to discuss everything, and you’re sure to want to look that over. It’s a long read. But, I must say, Ms. Deluca, in advance…It’s nice to have you aboard." He smiled charmingly, and held out his hand to her.

Maria shook it firmly.

TBC...

Tell us what you think. Liz is CanadianRoswellian and Annie is Anniepoo98, we'll be both posting on here to answer questions and comments!

Luv,
Liz

[ edited 5 time(s), last at 12-Nov-2001 8:48:22 PM ]
posted on 28-Oct-2001 9:29:22 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Merci beaucoup, Andy *happy*

Watch out, we're writing machines...I'm working on part 3 now, and Annie just finished part 2. We're completely absorbed in this fic so far...

Luv,
Liz
posted on 29-Oct-2001 12:17:59 AM by CanadianRoswellian
Part Two by Annie

Maria held Kyle Valenti's hand firmly within her own. When she heard his comments about her, her nervousness seemed to melt away. That was until the door to his office burst open.

"I cannot believe that you did this to me," an angry voice bellowed into the room. A tall, beautiful blond came striding into the room, followed closely by an equal tall man with dark black hair and Kyle's secretary.

The secretary opened her mouth to apologize, but Kyle held out his hand. "It is alright, Sylvia." He then turned his attention to the irritated blond standing in front of him. "What can I do for you Isabel?"

Maria just fell back into her seat next to Liz. "Do you know who that is," she whispered into Liz's ear.
Liz nodded, but her attention was else where. She hadn't been able to take her eyes off of the man that had followed Isabel in the room. Maria glanced in the direction Liz was looking and smiled to herself. She had to hand it
to her best friend. She had taste. Maria waved her hand in front of Liz's face. "Earth to Liz."

Liz jumped a little bit as she was jolted out of her staring session. "What is it Maria," she asked.

"I asked if you knew who that was," Maria restated with a big grin on her face.

"Yeah, its Isabel Evans," Liz said nonchalantly.

"You say that like we're not just a few feet away from the biggest female vocalist of the year," Maria exclaimed in shock.

While Liz and Maria were chatting, Max Evans was trying to calm his sister down before she managed to insult the man who made her famous. "Isabel, does it really matter that Dido has a bigger dressing room than you?"

Isabel turned to her brother and shot him an angry glare. "Yes it matters, Max. She has had like one actual hit song. I have had three this year alone, and she gets the bigger dressing room?"

Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but it was Liz's voice that filled the room. "Don't forget that she does sing the theme song to that teen alien show," she stated matter-of-factly. "What is the name of it?"

"Roswell, I think," Maria added.

Max could help snickering. That was until he noticed who spoke. Sitting here before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her chocolate colored hair was pulled back from her face and her dark brown eyes
focused intently on his. However, the intense moment was short lived. "Who are you," Isabel asked, finally acknowledging Liz and Maria's existence.

Liz stood up and stuck her hand out. "My name is Liz Parker and this is my client Maria Deluca."

Isabel turned away and looked directly back at Kyle. "You are signing her," she whined. "Are you just going to let anyone record for this label?"

Liz went to defend her friend, but Max beat her too it. "Isabel, that was uncalled for. Apologize now."

Isabel began to pout, but didn't say a word. Instead, she stormed out much the same way she came in. Max turned his attention back to Liz and Maria.

"I am really sorry about that. Sometimes my sister can be pretty spoiled."

Kyle chuckled at what Max was said. "If you don't mind me saying, Isabel has a lot people beat when it comes to spoiled."

Max nodded he head in agreement before shaking Kyle's hand. "I am really sorry about this, Mr. Valenti."

Kyle smiled. "Don't worry about it."

"Thanks again," Max added, then turned to face Liz. "I better get going. My sister has left me stranded before, and I bet she wants to do it again. "

Liz smiled at Max. "It was nice to meet you."

Max nodded. "It was nice to meet you too."

Part Three by Liz

Three Months Later...

"Maria, doll," Kyle called airily to his starlet-to-be. As usual, he was decked out in a formal business suit and tie, looking crisp and professional. It was part of the routine. Always look good for the client. He approached her in an embrace, kissing her gently on the cheek. Thats how these industry types seemed to work. A lot of it was business, and when it wasn’t business it was bullshit.

"Hey Kyle," she said, playing along. Truthfully, it made her a bit uncomfortable, this whole LA facade. After all, deep down she was really just a small-town girl. And it was just weird…But Kyle was a perfectly nice guy. Just a little absorbed in his life, which was pretty much work. He was an egotistical, charming workaholic, really.

Maria glanced around nervously. She’d never been in a real recording studio before. It didn’t seem that foreign. But then again, she was only in the lobby. There was a secretary at a desk, and three long, cold corridors. Kyle took his hand in hers, pulling her into the studio farther. He took her forward into the hallway, and then turned into a studio. They opened the door. A man sat at the control panel, working intensely on something. He was tall, and lean with chocolately brown short hair. He wore a pair of loose jeans, and a simple blue button-down shirt. The man was completely absorbed with jotting down notes on a pad of lined paper.

Kyle ushered her in, approaching the man. "Maria, this is Alex Whitman. He’s going to be collaborating with you on some songs. He plays the guitar expertly, and some background vocals. Also, a pure genius when it comes to writing. He’s written a few songs for the album to add to your own."

Maria nodded, gazing at Alex, who was still completely enthralled in whatever he was doing. "Alex?" Kyle’s voiced imposed. The man jumped, looking up with a sheepishly embarrassed expression on his face.

"Oh hey," he said easily, with a warm smile. "Sorry, I was just writing something. Got caught up. You must be Maria," he said, holding his hand out to her.

She shook it, and smiled back at him. There was just something about him…This mischievous boyish look to him. It seemed he was one of the good ones, one who had not been affected yet by this whole famous atmosphere. "Yeah," she nodded. "It’s nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he said, pushing the papers aside, and standing up. "I’ve heard some of your stuff. You’re amazing."

Maria blushed, looking down timidly. "Thanks, it’s just…my passion."

"I know what you mean," he agreed whole-heartedly. "I think we’re going to get along great."

"So anyway, Maria, where is Ms. Parker?" Kyle asked casually, seating himself in a swivel chair.

"Traffic. She called me earlier saying she’d be late."

Kyle nodded, his face disapproving. "Mmmhmm," he muttered to himself. "I guess I’ll just let you know now, then. Well, the PR team has decided that the best thing for you after your first single hits the air is to go on tour. Now, we tried to fit you in with Weezer, but we’ve decided over at the label that you should work with someone more close to your specific genre. That’s why you’re going to be placed on tour with Isabel Evans and her entourage. You’ll be her opening act."

Maria gasped. Isabel Evans. On tour. This was like…A dream come true. Okay, so their first meeting hadn’t exactly gone what you could have called smooth. But she was probably just in a bad mood, stressed out. Touring with Isabel was just, amazing. They would probably get really close, and maybe she’d even consider doing a song together or something? A duet. She liked the sound of that. She let out a long hiss of air. "Thank you, Kyle," she managed to choke out.

"No problem, babe. You’re the one who got yourself here. But that means we’re going to be really busy working on the album for the next four to five months or so. I want this baby out as soon as possible. The marketing people will want a photo shoot, videos and probably a gig on MTV. But it’s going to happen quick. We have a schedule here." He paused to look at his watch. Rolex, of course. "Which means, to be on time, if not early. And be ready to work, I don’t want any attitude. This is hard work, and you’ve got to want it so bad you can taste it. Otherwise you’re not going to get it. You get it?"

Maria nodded, overwhelmed. She knew he was mad about Liz being late. But, that wasn’t the most important thing right now. She was going to be touring. She was going to have an album. And music videos---MTV for God’s sakes! She was going to meet Carson Daily and all. "So does that mean—" she started, but was interrupted by the shrill ring of a cell phone.

"Sorry, thats me," Kyle said, pulling it from his pocked, and switching it on. "Kyle Valenti…Yes…No, I said now! Isabel, you have to….No. No…..One minute." He glanced over at Maria and Alex. "You two get acquainted. Excuse me." With that he let himself out into the hallway, slamming the door behind himself.

Maria bit her lip nervously, glancing out the door at Kyle’s increasingly reddening face. He was pissed. And it seemed that it was because of Isabel again. Maybe it wasn’t such a good thing after all that she was going to tour with her. But it’s not like she could pull out, there was no way she’d ever do that. She glanced at Alex.

He smiled goofily, taking a bite out of a donut. "Donut?" He offered lamely, holding up a rainbow sprinkled one. She nodded, taking it from him and slumping down into a chair. She had feeling it was going to be a long wait.

TBC...

How was that? Hehe, we managed to write 5 parts tonight, and who knows how many we'll have tomorrow?

Luv,
Liz
posted on 29-Oct-2001 5:30:31 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Thanks everyone!

Annie and I are so excited that you're liking it! I'm loving working with her on this story, and our parts are coming out just so quick...

Don't any of you worry though, I'll definatly work on my other fics as soon as I can, and I'm sure Annie will do the same.

You're all so great! *happy*

Thanks for reading!

Luv,
Liz
posted on 3-Nov-2001 2:07:19 AM by CanadianRoswellian
Yeah, Annie...Knowing us, we'd probably forget this ficcie first! LOL!

Anyway...It's my fault there hasn't been an update, I've been too busy to write. I'll try for tomorrow, okay?

Luv,
Liz
posted on 3-Nov-2001 11:20:05 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Part Four: by Annie

Max flopped himself down unto the couch in Isabel's condo. She hated this place, but Max liked it because it was close to the studio. Which was a good thing today. Isabel had him running errands up and down, making plans for her upcoming tour. Hell, Max felt more like an errand boy then a manager.

Lately, Isabel was impossible to live with. Nothing pleased her and she had no problem complaining about it. Max was just tired of dealing with it. The worst part was that the tour was still months away.

"Maaaaxxx," he heard her call into the living room.

"Isabel, there is not a chance in hell that I am getting off of this couch," he yelled back at her as he pulled a cushion over his head.

Isabel walked into the room, grabbed the cushion off of his head, and threw it across the room. "Did you hear who is opening for me?"

"Maria Deluca," he said, barely opening his eyes. "She is pretty good. I heard a couple of her demos. Why?"

"You planned this," she yelled. Isabel grabbed another cushion and began to hit him with it.

"Damnit Isabel," Max managed to spout out in-between getting hit. He managed to grab the pillow, but Isabel was still pulling at it to wrench it from his grasp. "If you hit me one more time, Isabel, I will quit," he said
forcefully.

Isabel let go of the pillow and sank down on the chair across from the couch. "Why do I have to tour with her," she whined.

Max sat up. "What is so bad with Maria Deluca?"

"You can't fool me, Max," she said, pointing at him. "You just want to see Liz Parker again. You don't even care that you have signed me up with a no name who could bring down the entire tour."

Max rolled his eyes at his sister. "You have never even heard her sing. She is really good. She is the perfect act to open for you and that has nothing to do with Liz Parker."

"Don't even try to get around it Max. I have seen you look at her," Isabel accused.

"When?"

"Just last week. We were walking out of the studio and she was walking in. You were looking at her like you had never seen a woman before."

"None as beautiful as her," he mumbled under his breath.

"What was that," Isabel asked with a smirk on her face. "Did I hear the word 'beautiful' being used?"

Max got up off the couch. "Are you twelve, Isabel?"

Isabel's smile got wider. "And are you getting defensive, my dear brother?"

Max walked over to the door and opened it. "I am taking the rest of the day off. For your sake, don't call me for the rest of the day." With that, he closed the door.

Isabel sat in her chair, triumphant in the knowledge that Max was getting defensive over a girl. She hadn't seen him date much in the past couple of years. It would be good for him to go out. But she still did not like the fact that in order for him to get this date, she would have to be stuck on tour with Maria Deluca.


Part Five: by Liz

"Mmm, coffee, my lifeblood," mumbled Liz to no one particular as she drunk in the warm rich scent of her flavored coffee. The steaming coffee was her one release from the stressful day which she was having. First of all, that horrible jam on the highways, and then getting to the studio and finding out that she wasn’t even needed. Liz had gratefully found solitude in a nearby cafĂ©, her cell turned on in case of a duty call. Most likely there would be, considering Kyle seemed especially perfectionistic. It was like nothing could be completely right for him.

She relaxed, easing herself down in one of the lush padded chairs, letting her tired and aching body sink into the padded comfort. It was nice to finally take a break. God knows she needed one. She’d been busy non-stop ever since Maria had been offered this contract, in fact, she’d taken a leave-of-absence at school so she would be free to devote more time to her best friend’s impending superstardom.

Liz closed her eyes for a moment, cradling the hot over-sized mug in her hand, letting a serene feeling overwhelm her body. It was almost like a meditative state for her. She inhaled deeply, smelling the coffee, then exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled.

"Mind if I join you?" came a deep, velvety voice whispering in her ear.

Liz jolted suddenly, spilling the hot substance all over her skirt. "God!" she cried irritatedly, jumping up and placing the cup on the table in front of her. Then she winced painfully, "…and, ‘ow’." It hadn’t even occurred to her to give any recognition to the source of her accident, until she found a masculine hand, blotting away the coffee stain with a napkin. And god, what was attached to that hand…Well, it was worth the pain, she could admit. "Hi," she said hoarsely.

Max scrubbed at the stain, his black jacket removed, and his blue-colored button-up shirt’s sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He kneeled on the floor, at her feet, and his head flicked up, shooting her a worried glance when she spoke. "I…" He sputtered, "I am so sorry about that."

Liz shook her head. "No, no. Look, it’s all my fault. I don’t know what happened there. I’m just a total spaz!" She exclaimed, taking a napkin, and helping him with his clean-up.

He looked up from the stain again, his face lit up in a breath-taking completely charming smile. "But a cute one," he muttered lowly to himself.

Liz blinked. "Excuse me?"

He shook his head. Oh god, he had said that out loud. Out. Loud. He could feel himself flushing, knowing that a blush covered his entire complexion by now probably. "Nothing…I, uh.." He stumbled for a word or phrase he could use. Something witty, charming, smart. Something coherent, perhaps. There was just something about this girl…He studied her quickly. Her warm brown eyes were round orbs of concern, her face slightly tinted with a blush. Her silky long tendrils were worn loose, tucked haphazardly behind her ears. And the cute little half grin, half smirk that was playing on her lips…It was just breathtaking. He’d never seen anything more perfect in his life.

He diverted his eyes back to her skirt. "Oh! Look, it’s gone."

She smiled warmly, "thanks." She placed a hand tentatively on his upper arm. It was hard and muscular. She took a long intake of air before snatching it away, like his arm was on fire. "Here," she said, flustered. "Join me."

Max stood slowly, his eyes locked with hers, not wanting to betray himself by uttering all that he felt. He slung his suit jacket over his shoulder, and gave her another charming toothy grin. "Thanks. So what brings you here?" He questioned, taking a seat across from her.

Never in her life had she been so physically attracted to a man before. Of course, she’d felt it before---when first meeting him, and run-ins at Valenti Records. But never so strongly, and never in a social atmosphere. His chocolate brown hair was slightly rumpled, gold tie loosened, shirt unbuttons undone casually, and a five o’clock shadow across his face. Now, it’s not that professional, sleek Max wasn’t sexy. But now…just sitting there looking so rumpled and yet so adorable. She just wanted to ravish him right then and there.

Of course, that was not an option. First of all, they were professionals. And it was never good to mix business with pleasure, so says Cosmo, television, and her cousin Stacey. Also, the fact that she’d never even had a full, intense conversation with the man. Oh, and of course, the fact that he had absolutely no attraction to her, most likely. Thats the way it was for her. She’d be the crushee, not the crush. So sad and pathetic, but true. To even comprehend that this male-model, sexy, adonis guy would even go for her was mind-boggling.

"Ms. Parker?" Max asked, his eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Liz," she babbled. "Call me Liz…And yeah, long day---you know, distractions around, lots of stuff and yeah…Whew," she sighed. "I was late, Kyle was pissed, I got coffee. Your excuse?"

Max liked the way she babbled. It was like one of those cute adorable quirks that people either thought were great, or loathed with a passion. Of course, it was the former for him. He could listen to Liz talk all day through those gorgeous, supple lips. She could say anything she wanted to, as long as he could be in her presence. He could smell her perfume. It was a like walking through a field of wildflowers on a summer day.

He groaned. "Isabel is a pain. She’s always a pain. Maybe not so much at the beginning, but as soon as the second number one single came out, suddenly she’s J-Lo. She got all diva on everyone, and won’t let anything get in her way, including her brother."

Liz laughed. "Oh God, if Maria ever got that way I’d disown her. But she’s too grounded. It’s just…a passion for her, I guess."

Max nodded. "Mmm, I get that. She’s got a beautiful voice. Too bad Isabel is in such hysterics she won’t even sit and listen to her demos."

"She’s that bad, huh?" Liz brought the mug to her lips, taking a small sip of the scorching hot liquid. "Maria’s so starstruck I don’t think she even realizes how much Isabel seems to dislike her."

"It’s not even that," Max assured Liz. "She just…gets in these moods. She wants to be number one forever, and intends to do anything in her power to stop her fame from pummeling. And if that means stomping on starlets, then so be it. She can be heartless and cruel."

Liz shook her head. "God, what fun this will be."

TBC...

Like? Dislike? Let us know! We really want your comments, because yeah, they motivate us to write more, and faster!

Luv,
Liz

posted on 5-Nov-2001 12:19:56 AM by CanadianRoswellian
*grinning because she wrote the line about being coherant*

Okay, I'm done my ego-trip...LOL! Thank you everyone for your comments! Both Annie and I appreciate it.

Anyway, to answer some questions/comments:

- Michael's in the fic, don't worry, he's introduced very soon...
- Alex is cute in this fic? Alex is always cute! Okay...so maybe I have an Alex fetish...My Lexy rules.
- Yeah, Isabel is the bitch from hell. Maybe we could make her crazy too, like Mariah Carey? Stick her in full slut garb the crazier she gets...Okay, sorry can't resist a Mariah joke. What do you say, Annie?

Thank you thank you thank you for all your comments! More is coming soon!

Luv,
Liz
posted on 7-Nov-2001 2:09:43 AM by CanadianRoswellian
Part Six by Annie

A week later....

Max was so busy reading over the purposed itinerary for the tour that he didn't notice the person standing right in front of him until he felt the collision.

"What the hel…" Liz's voice trailed off when she turned and saw who bumped into her.

Max would have given anything to find a pile of sand to stick is head in. He felt so stupid. Way to go, he chided himself. "Oh God Liz. I am so sorry."

Liz laughed. "Its okay Max. I think that it has just been one of those days."

Max grew a bit ridged. He hated hearing that Liz was having a bad day. He didn't know why, but Liz just effected him in every way imaginable. If he saw that she was happy, his mood would soar. When he saw her get upset, Max
would instantly feel worse. And none of this was like the undeniable attraction he felt towards her.

"Is everything okay," Liz asked, after noticing how silent Max grew.

Max shook his head. "Yeah," he responded with a smile. "I'm fine, but what is making your day so bad?"

"Nothing much," Liz said with a sigh. "It is just my professors. They told me that if I missed anymore classes I would have to drop this semester."

Max just looked at Liz with shock. "You're kidding. Why would they do that? I know that you have to be the brightest student in that school."

"I doubt that," Liz replied with a smile on her face.

"What did you do," Max asked.

"I dropped this semester," Liz sighed again. "It wasn't like I could stay in school and go on tour with Maria."

"That's a lot to give up for your friend."

Liz glanced sideways at him. "You of all people should know. From what I have seen, Isabel can be pretty demanding. I bet you spend a lot of time keeping her happy."

Max laughed. "You have a point."

"I know," Liz said. "Besides, I made a promise."

Max raised his eyebrow. "A promise?"

Liz opened her mouth to speak, but she noticed that they were at the boardroom. "Well, it looks like we're here."

Max nodded and opened the door for her. Liz walked passed him with a smile, and entered the room, looking around. She saw Maria sitting next to Kyle. Isabel was sitting down on the other side of him. Alex, who Liz had met a couple of days earlier, was sitting a couple of seats down from Isabel. Liz could tell by the way that Alex was smiling at Isabel that he was into her.

Then there was someone that Liz had never met. This man was wearing jeans and a white button down shirt with his hair spiked up all over the place. Max leaned over to her to her. She felt slightly stimulated as his warm breath breathed in her ear, "That's Michael. He has designed all the sets for Isabel's tours. He's not too bad at it."

Michael overheard Max. "Not too bad," he said, getting up from his chair with an indignent facial expression. "I would say that I was brilliant, actually a genius, in the area of stage design."

Maria rolled her eyes, giving a little snort. "Arrogant much."

Michael turned to face her. "Oooh, is this the new star wannabe?" He asked, his tone mocking. He knew very well that Maria was telented.

"Not wannabe, gonnabe," Maria retorted.

"Clever four eyes," Michael snapped, without thinking. He found this feisty blond quiet attractive, despite the dessed-down look, and rumpled hair. Her glasses were slid down her nose slightly, and a firey look was in her eyes. He was not about to let her get the last word in. However, after he saw the hurt look on her face, he wished he had never said at at all.

Maria wanted to cry, but she wasn't going to give Michael the satisfaction. Besides, she didn't want to be embarrassed in front of all these people. Especially Isabel, who had seemed to take an instant disliking to Maria. She didn't know why, but every time she got near her she'd be greeted by a snide glare, and a huff coming from the other woman. Maria opened her mouth to say something else, but Isabel spoke instead.

"Do we have to listen to anymore of this childish bantering. If I have to be stuck on tour with her, I will not put up with it."

"The diva speaks," Michael joked as he took he seat again.

"Shut up Michael," Isabel snapped. Obviously Isabel had taken a bit of a liking to Michael, because she wasn't half as harsh to him as she was with the others.

"Nice comeback," Maria mumbled under her breath.

"ENOUGH," Kyle voice boomed. "I have had enough of this." He turned his attention to Isabel. "I know that you are not happy about going on tour with Maria, but you are going to have to learn that you are not the only star represented by this company. The sooner you accept it, the better."

Next, Kyle turned his attention to Michael. "Michael, you will just have to stop…well, being yourself, if we want to get through this. The only reason you're on board her is because I can't find anyone better. But that doesn't mean you have leverage to demonstrate that attitude of yours. Don't upset the girls."

Then, Kyle looked at Maria with a sympathetic gaze. "This is what you will have to work with. Are you still sure you're for it?"

TBC..

Hope you liked it. That was Annie's part, I've still got to finish mine. Unfortunatly, writing papers for my classes is taking a lot of my time, but soon part seven will be ready. So enjoy this!

As always, thank you for ALL your comments!

Luv,
Liz
posted on 10-Nov-2001 7:13:18 PM by CanadianRoswellian
I'll post my part soon *blush*

And don't worry, I know I've been neglecting all my writing, but my other stories will be updated soon too!

Luv,
Liz
posted on 11-Nov-2001 7:57:28 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Part 7 by Liz

"Now," Kyle announced, rubbing his hands together. "In order to be a star, you’ve got to have it."

"It?’" Maria asked uneasily. "Um…Define."

"’It’ is the essence, the vibe. That spark that gets everyone to buy your stuff, to adore you. And you are a star Maria, you have it."

Maria flushed. "T-thank you," she stuttered, throwing a glance over at Liz. She had no idea what was going on. After the conference Kyle had invited Maria and Liz to stay afterwards. Of course, it was much to Liz’s dismay as she kept looking longingly out the door ever since Max had left. "But I’m not exactly sure what you’re getting at."

Kyle nodded, gazing at Liz who acknowledged him with a nod. She stood slowly, facing her best friend. "Maria, Mr. Valenti and I have been in discussion about this for some time now. We just don’t think…" She trailed off, hoping to word this in a way which wouldn’t offend Maria. "What I mean is that, you need to….Change your look."

Maria’s eyebrows shot up, her eyes widening. "I don’t know," she said, shaking her head. "This look is me, this is Maria DeLuca. I don’t want to be this fake person."

Kyle nodded. "And we know that, but it’s just the way things work. But it won’t be anything too dramatic. Just some makeup, clothes, maybe hair. Now, we’ve set you up an appointment at the record’s personal salon. Will you be ready for, say, 3?"

Maria opened her mouth to speak, but Liz placed a firm hand over it, shooting Kyle a grin. "We’ll be there."

He gave a curt nod, collecting his things. "So long, ladies."

As soon as Kyle descended through the wide double doors, Liz removed her hand from Maria’s mouth. "Liz!" She cried. "I cannot believe you just sold me out---to him!"

"Maria," Liz soothed, putting an arm around her best friend, stroking the straight blonde hair.

"No, Liz, you do not understand. I have been growing this hair since---well, forever! Ever remember me getting it cut? Or straightened? Or anything? And make-up….damn, babe, that stuff clogs your pores! Natural is the way to be."

"I know," Liz sighed. "I know you like it that way, but this what the company wants, and what they want, they usually get. I‘m sure the last thing they want is another Isabel lording over them, whining at everything. You’re new, we need to do this."

Maria pulled her glasses out of hr pocket, slipping them on her face to watch Kyle as he left the room. "That boy…" she sighed. "He is way too uptight. What he needs is a slutty blonde and a fifth of vodka."

Liz smiled, thinking of a short blonde girl from one of her classes. "Maybe I’ll give him someone’s number," she said with a giggle.

TBC...

Sorry that it took so long. I'm having some blockage, but I had to get this part out. It's not my best writing I must say, but yeah...My other parts that I've written (that are coming up) are going to make up for it, I swear!

Luv,
Liz

posted on 12-Nov-2001 8:42:52 PM by CanadianRoswellian
Part Eight by Annie

"I feel like a turkey," Maria sighed as they walked out of the salon.

Liz turned to her friend. "Why do you feel like a turkey?"

Maria looked sideways at Liz. "Because I have been pulled, plucked, poked, and dressed enough to satisfy 10 Thanksgiving dinners."

Liz wanted to laugh, but she knew better. Maria was already mad at her and she didn't want to add to it. "Well, you don't look like poultry. In fact, you look amazing."

Maria didn't know if she believed it. "Really?"

Liz nodded. "Why would I lie to you?"

"You weren't too forthcoming about this little makeover," Maria pointed out.

Liz smiled. "That wasn't lying. I just withheld information."

"Spoken like a true lawyer," Maria teased.

Liz pretended to be offended, but deep down it did strike a cord. At this rate, she wasn't going to be a lawyer. Not without finishing school, anyway.

Maria noticed that Liz looked a little down. "Hey babe, what's the matter?"

Liz gave a little smile. "Nothing."

Maria shook her head. "Now that was a lie. You can't hold out on me, Liz. I know you too well."

Liz sighed. She wasn't really looking forward to telling Maria that she dropped out of school. Liz didn't want her best friend to feel guilty. But, by the look on Maria's face, she wasn't going to budge. "I dropped out of school today," Liz said softly.

Maria brought her hand up to cover her mouth. "Oh God Liz. I am so sorry. Why didn't you tell me things were that bad a school?"

"I didn't want to stress you out even more, especially with everything going on. You had a lot on your plate with rehearsal and recording."

Maria nodded. "You still should have told me. I know that you are just sticking to your promise, but I didn't want you to lose everything over it."

Liz took Maria's hand. "And I haven't. My best friend is going to have her dream. It means so much to me that I helped in some way. Besides, you still have to keep up your end of the bargain. Go find me a man."

Maria laughed a little bit. "You hopeless romantic you."

Liz nodded. "That's me."

Just then both girls noticed Michael walking down the hall toward them. "Oh no," Maria gasped. "Look who's coming."

"You mean Michael," Liz asked.

"Yeah Michael," Maria said sarcastically. "The jerk that called me four eyes in the meeting."

Now Liz understood. "Well, I say that it is time to take this makeover out for a spin. Whip out that famous Deluca smile."

Maria looked a Liz in shock. "What?"

Liz just smiled. "Revenge can be a sweet thing. You of all people should know that. So smile and see what happens."

Michael couldn't help but notice Liz and the gorgeous blond walking in his direction. "Who is that," he wondered to himself. Liz and the blond stopped right in front of him. Michael couldn't take his eyes off of the other girl. Her creamy white skin practically glowed under the light. Her pale pink lips where curled in the most beautiful smile he
had ever seen. The soft blond hair fell in delicate layers past her shoulders. Michael was absolutely blown over.

"Hi Liz." Michael said.

Liz was trying her best not to laugh. She could tell that Michael into Maria. "Hi."

Michael mustered his best I-know-you-want-me smile. "Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend."

Liz couldn't hold her laugh any longer. Neither could Maria. Both of them just stood before Michael, laughing there little hearts out.

"What is so funny," he asked, getting a bit angry.

"We have already met," Maria managed to say.

Now Michael was confused. "We have? When?"

Maria regained her composure. "This afternoon at the meeting. You sure do have a bad memory if you can't remember my name for a few hours. Maybe this will refresh your memory. Four eyes."

Michael's jaw just dropped. "Maria?"

Maria nodded. "Yeah Maria, but I think that you should call me Ms. Deluca."

By this time, Liz was leaning against the wall, trying to support herself after laughing so hard. "I guess you like Maria's new look," she said before bursting into giggles all over again. Michael didn't know if he had ever been so humiliated. Yet, he was not going to let them know that. "It's not bad," he said, trying to be cool.

Maria lifted an eyebrow. "Not bad. Your previous looks leave me to believe that it is better than that."
Michael just gave a low grunt and walked away. Maria turned her attention to Liz, who was doubled over with laughter. "I think that I am getting to like this new look better and better."

Liz looked up. "Is that so, turkey?"

Maria began to laugh all over again. "Yeah, that is so." Maria reached over and helped Liz to stand straight as they made their way out of the building.

Part Nine by Liz

Gross, thats what Isabel was thinking as she stared down at her nails. Her cuticles looked awful, what had that woman been thinking with this manicure? Ugh. She lay on a red lounge chair, waiting impatiently. That weird music guy was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago. She’d met him twice before, and he’s stared at her like all the others—same lovesick expression, the doofy grin and puppy eyes. It was just sad that a grown man could get like that. Of course, who could blame any of them? After all, she was both gorgeous and talented.

"Max!" She said icily. "Where is this man, I have things to do." She turned her head ever so slightly to gaze at her brother.

Max sat on a high stool at the kitchenette, an Evian water bottle in hand, and the other massaging his temple. "Isabel, staring at your reflection in the mirror is not ‘things to do’. Neither is going shopping with those horrible friends of yours."

Isabel let out a little sniff, and turned back to her nails. She was going to have to get Max to speak to someone about that manicurist. The little chime to the door rang, and Isabel waited. Yet, Max didn’t rise. She cocked her head around again. "Well…?"

Max shook his head indignantly, and rose to his feet, setting the almost full bottled water onto the counter. He made his way over to the door, and opened it. "Hey Alex," he greeted him, with a pat on the shoulder. Then he lowered his voice "you better have a good excuse for being late, Isabel is miffed, and that’s just never good." He rolled his eyes, and closed the door as Alex stepped into the room.

"Sorry," Alex said, his eyes darting towards Isabel’s lounging figure. "I was helping Maria record some of her tracks. They’re really good, but we ran over."

Isabel let out a little snort, and a scowl graced her face. "Figures," she replied.

Max grabbed a duffel bag and hoisted it over his shoulder. "Now, I’m going to be over at the gym. I should be about an hour or so. My cell is going to be on if you need anything."

"Thats cool," Alex nodded, and gave him a grin. "Don’t worry, we’ll be good. Lots of stuff to do."

Max nodded, and sent Isabel a warning look. Alex was a good guy, and he didn’t want her alienating him before he even really started working with her. God knows how fun that would be for him.

Alex walked over to Isabel, his hand outstretched. "Isabel, nice to see you again."

She settled her vision on his waiting hand and a smug smile frosted her lips. She raised an eyebrow at the hand. Alex’s smile fell, as did his hand, but only for a second. He was out to get to know the real Isabel. Her heart and soul. Because thats what made a good song, depth and feeling. And if you didn’t have that then, well, it was just words.

He cleared his throat, and had a seat across from her. "Now, the label has sent me here to help you with the new material. They really want me to help you get to know the feel of it. The first single is going to be ‘Let Me In’. It’s sort of a slow melody, kind of like…" He stopped for a moment. "Well, kind of like this…‘I've been watching you and all you do’" he sang.

His voice was nice, she had to admit that. Kind of Our Lady Peace meets Dave Matthews. And the song wasn’t that bad. She’d looked it over the other day, with Max. Actually, he’d kind of forced her to. But she was glad, since if she didn’t like it then of course, she’d never sing it. "Come on, you try it," he urged.

Isabel sat up, bringing her feet to set on the floor, and to face him. She took a deep breath. "I’ve been watching you and all you do," she sang slowly.

Alex stood, placing a hand upon his hip. "Well, that was beautiful. But yeah, try not to tred on ‘do’, it only going to be one beat. And also, you should raise your key a little on ‘you’ and ‘do’."

Isabel nodded. Sometimes she could be kind of cold, or maybe mean. But deep down she really did love the music. And any pointers that she could get, even from this guy, she would appreciate. Not that she would ever admit it to anyone, not even her brother. "I’ve been watching you and all you do," she sang.

Alex’s face lit up. "Good! Great, that was perfect. Sounds just like I wanted when I wrote it."

"You wrote it?" She asked, a surprised look on her face.

He nodded, "yeah just a little hobby of mine. I mean, if I can’t sing, then why not write, you know?"

Isabel smiled. A real, genuine smile. She’d almost forgotten she could do that. "It’s really beautiful."

He blushed, looking down for an instant. "Thanks," he said, and coughed. "So uh, the next part is…"

But Isabel wasn’t listening. She was watching him, it was kind of like on tv when you put it on mute. Maybe she was wrong about him. She could reconsider her opinion, couldn’t she? He had talent, a good voice…And he was just a little bit cute in the lost little boy kind of way. Maybe working with him wouldn’t be so bad after all.

TBC...

Thanks for all your comments! My block is gone, and Annie never seems to have it! LOL! Hope you all liked these two parts.

Luv,
Liz
posted on 13-Nov-2001 11:19:23 PM by CanadianRoswellian
*grin* Thanks guys, you're all so sweet!!!

I'm not sure when the next parts will be out...I haven't seen Annie in a day or two, but good news--we know whats gonna happen :D

Luv,
Liz