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Stephanie’s flight finally reaches New York. Stephanie Fierce couldn’t wink an eye throughout it. She felt anxious since she’s only done this once. Many things were going through her head while her heart pounded through her chest. Stephanie is already used to feeling since it's similar to the one when she's about to go on stage. She was also shocked no one yet recognized her. Steph: Home sweet home *Stephanie grabs her Gucci bag get, and walks out the New York airport and calls a cab* I’m trying to get to 1st street Manhattan on address 5012. Cab:Yeah I'll get you there! *Stephanie gets in* It's scary you look so much like that superstar, what’s her name *Snaps his fingers* Steph: Ummmmm……….Madison O’Leary *Stephanie jokes* Cab: Nah the one my daughter listens to all the time. *Turns on the radio and coincidentally a Stephanie Fierce song was on* Her! Steph: Sorry I only listen to metal. I’m not into Pop music. You know no offense to your daughter but pop artists don’t serve good music at all. Especially Fierce, I heard she doesn’t even write her songs. Cab: Lol, You definitely look like her though. But why would she be taking a cab in New York city anyway right? Steph: Right *Steph looks to the side* I think you should pay a little more attention the driving, you almost hit the sign back there. Hold on let me take this call… Hello. Hey sweetie,Guess what.. I’m coming home! I know hun. I’ll come visit you tomorrow, today I gotta take care of something’s, that way me you and Johnny can have a whole day just to us. *The cab gives Steph a weird look* love you too hun. Bye. Cab: That’s your house? Steph: My dad was rich. Here! *Stephanie over pays the driver and then takes out something from her bag* And here, give this to your daughter, signed copy of Diary of a Pop sinner. Adios! * Stephanie steps out of the cab and rushed in the gates of her house* Cab: *Cab rolls down the window* You're Stephanie Fierce! Steph: * Stephanie Fierce shouts since she's nearly gone* Tell your daughter that she's fierce! Stephanie Fierce is glad to see her house there waiting for her. She tries to unlock the door, but for some reason it was already unlocked. She opens it and walks in. She goes upstairs to her room Steph: Wow, today is going to be so relaxing! *Her ex-manager Stacy walks in and slams the door open. She’s wearing a white Jersey and short underwear.* Stacy: Not so..... Steph: Stacy! Stacy: Stacy????? *giggles* Same old Steph! I can see you have a busy schedule ahead of you, is your new manager fucking you good? How the hell did you get that and what are you doing in my house? No calls, no nothing, you gave us all a scare Steph, and I mean don’t you have a photo shoot in the other side of the world to do soon and you are here chilaxing in New York like you are some type of queen. Same old Steph! Steph: You no longer work for me, now how the hell you did get in my house? *Call from Derek in the house phone comes in and Steph picks up the phone* Steph: Hello, Derek? *Derek on the phone* Derek: Oh my god, Steph you’re okay, you had me worried. Just wanted to call in and make sure you're all right. Steph: Hold on Derek, Stacy is here.. Get the hell out of my house. Derek: *Acting surprised* What the hell is Stacy doing there?Stacy: : I’m not going anywhere bitch until you pay me the respect and money you owe me! Steph Hold on Derek. *Stephanie puts the phone down* Ok, first of all, you need to stop raising your voice at me like you own me and stop cursing in my house. I understood your job very well Stacy and it was not to order me around or talk to me like I’m your damn pet. The last two weeks you didn’t work for me, so we clearly agreed on no pay. Stacy: Really Steph, I’m sick of this. I worked my ass off to make sure you are noticed, I ran your stupid little website, I manage your fucking twitter, facebook, myspace accounts . We both know for a fact you are nothing without me.Steph: *Giggles then gives a serious look* Really Stacy? You can go fuck yourself, because I *points to her head* know for a fucking damn fact you I am better without you. So get the fuck out of my house! Stacy: You know………….. did Johnny ever tell you, you look beautiful in a dress? Steph: What the hell are you talking about? Stacy: You’re a very beautiful woman Steph. Let me ask you something? Steph: You need to shut up and leave my house! It’s the last time I’m going to say it! Stacy: Is Johnny ever here? Don’t you wonder if he’s fucking another woman right now? Has he ever, you know…..made passionate love to you? Cause he did to me, oh and that poor little Roberto, I had to tuck him in to bed. Steph: YOU TOUCHED MY CHILD? To be Continued………………………………Edited by user 05 March 2010 05:29:33(UTC)
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