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    Soul Singing 6

    “Liam, meet Howie.”

     

    And after seeing Howie go slightly starry-eyed at the sigh of Liam, the ‘*****’ bass player from Stereo-Hart, Alice put on her sunglasses once more and left the lovebirds, deciding to move inside the hotel. She was, however, quickly followed by the two who were chatting incessantly behind her.

     

    “Just get married already,” Alice mumbled as they got to their level after hearing Liam laugh hysterically at one of Howie’s jokes. She had forgotten how annoying ***** men could be when they flirted.

     

    Once inside their suite, Alice decided it was time to get to work.

    “Ok. Guys. Listen up please,” she said loudly, causing Howie and Liam to stop their intimate conversation. “Thank you. Howie, when’s Dana’s first game?”

    Howie looked at his watch and then looked back at Alice frowning.

    “In about five minutes.”

    “Alright then. Boys I’m off,” she said quickly, grabbing her purse and almost bolting out the door.

    “Alice you can’t go dressed like that!” Liam yelled from the room.

     

    Two seconds later Alice had returned. It took Liam and Howie less than five minutes to choose Alice‘s clothing and accessories from the ‘limited’ as Liam put it, selection Alice had brought, and within ten minutes she was out the door again, with promises to meet the two of them later that night.


     

     

    Dana was down two sets. Two sets out of two.

    To put it plainly, she was losing.

     

    Her muscles ached and there were sweat buds clinging to her forehead. By all means, her body was putting in 110% during the match. But her head wasn’t there, and (to be clichd) neither was her heart.

     

    “TIME OUT”

    “Thank god,” Dana muttered under her breath as she walked quickly into her change room. She didn’t care that she was losing. If it wasn’t for the repercussions she would have forfeited at the start of the game. All Dana wanted to do was go back to LA. Go back to familiar faces who wouldn’t care whether she was a professional tennis player or a sewer worker.

     

    She sighed.

    “I can’t do this.”

    “See I don’t think that’s true,” a voice uttered quietly from the entrance to the change room. “In fact, I’d say that’s a downright lie.”

    Comments

    1. excellent update! now they both won’t have any doubts about each other’s love. downside to that display – the paparrazi’s gonna be all over their asses.

    2. Hey, I missed you! Thank you very much for this update that comes as a Christmas gift. I loved every line of this chapter; finally those two come clean, hopefully. And Howie and Liam met each other, very excited about that too. I’ll be waiting for more, as you keep fascinating me with your writing. Happy holidays!

    3. *melts* That is so sweet. I love Alice!!! I read the ending like five hundred times. Great update!And to mclaerin: ‘fuck me dead’ isn’t necrophelia. That would be ‘fuck me when I’m dead’. LOL :)

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