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Cassadine TNG 3

6am- 8:30am class with Uncle Stefan
8:30-10:30 Acting Class
11am: Tai Chi
12-2 touch base with Baba
2pm-3p Driving test– Pass it or Kill self.
4p-6p Charity Gig lined up by Friday Why do I get the feeling that Uncle Dillon and Aunt Brittany are dumping things on me?
6pm-7:30p dinner and getting ready for the party
7:30p-10p. Release party for Mayday’s next album/combo opening for CSMS Talent LA.

It’s been three weeks since the opening of Soccer Town. It had opened great, 60 million and then actually bumped in the second week. It was like everyone went home and told all their friends. The fall off had started in the third week but it wasn’t by much and that is just the domestic gross. It looked like the were actually going to have to push back the DVD release because the movie was still going to be in the theater. The reviews are great. The press is great. It’s the feel good movie of the year. It was going to break 200million this weekend easy. But really when had a sports film won as oscar? And chariot races do not count. This one should unless they go totally with the sports film angle. The studio that Dillon has hooked up with to do distribution is doing cartwheels alternating with pinching themselves.

Uncle Dillon had been doing a lot of promotion for the movie. He really liked this one. And the fact that getting the movie out there brought in money to the soccer town charities didn’t hurt either. Reebok hadn’t been the only one with product placement. First and foremost Soccer Town is an orphanage. They always needed stuff and that was mentioned in every promo by everyone promoting the movie.

Course her life had returned to “normal” the week after the premiere. They’d finished up the casting calls. Uncle Stefan had decided he liked the earlier hours for class so she’d maintained that switching around Tai Chi or the gym until later in the day. Tonight is going to be a thing. CSMC–LA had decided to open a new club with more emphasis in the Talent resources of the company. They’d bought the property where the old Tower records had been and done what they do. Brought it back to it’s glory and generated buzz. Marta had come in from Chicago to do the opening. She’s been staying at Uncle Dillon’s house. He and Aunt Brittany really didn’t mind. Either did Mrs Rodriguez specially since she ended up being Marta’s guinea pig for things she wanted to put on the menu. Mayday is having their drop party and being the opening act for the new club. It’s going to be a kick. Embarrassing to say that her priority had shifted slightly in the short term. She really wanted her driver’s license and had been focusing her spare seconds on that.

“You’re going to do fine.” Frankie tells her. “You’ve had plenty of practice. You’ve got the book memorized. You just need to pretend like it’s Baba sitting in the seat next to you.”

“Oh my gawd no; that’s horrifying. Baba hangs onto things like we’re about to go off a cliff. And you know I really don’t think it was legal having her as my adult. She’s not a registered driver either.”

“Let’s get you licensed and then we’ll start working on Baba, okay.” Frankie says calmly. “Now as soon as we pull in park you’re going to get in the driver’s seat and make sure that the mirrors are just where you want them. You bringing Vic to this thing tonight?”

“I can’t. Stanley is going to be there and it wouldn’t be polite.”

“Girl, you’ve got to stop stringing Stanley along.”

“Who says I am? I like Stanley. He’s sweet.”

“He’s too old for you.”

“Oh please.” Fancy rolls her eyes. She’d been older at 14 than Stanley is at 24. “He has been so great about the no sex until I’m 18 rule.”

“Yeah, doesn’t mean he isn’t asking you every time he sees you when your birthday is. You know he’s not saving himself for you right?”

“I’d be seriously worried about his sanity if he did. Stanley’s fun, Frankie. Quit worrying it.”

Frankie pulls into a space and parks. He hands the keys over to Fancy. “Ready or not. Here you go.”

“Friday, where in the hell is the final casting info on Eugenie?” Dillon hollars from his home office down the hall to his assistant’s office.

“Well there is a bit of a problem on that one, boss.” Friday brings in a disc. She’s been expecting this one all day and had just waited for Dillon to get around to it.

“It’s one part, not even a major. Why is this one a problem?!” Dillon demands impatiently.

“I’m afraid this one is my fault, boss. Let me show you.” She drops in the disc and cues it up to the Eugenie casting.

Dillon watches intently. “Okay and if they were having problem with the casting they should have put forward three, eight and twenty seven for another reading. What is the hold up?”

“This.” Friday cues up the casting for the other parts where Fancy had played Eugenie for the hopefully actors. “I arranged for Fancy to sit in on the casting remember.”

“Ah hell.” Dillon mutters closing his eyes. “It wasn’t suppose to be like this. She was supposed to do some videos, some student films, get on a soap. Have a resume already in place before I started pulling strings. Everyone knows she’s my niece. Call in three, eight and twenty seven for another reading. I want to get this going before people get obligated somewhere else.”

“What about Fancy?”

“Tell her to get an agent. She can read too. If she doesn’t get it I still want her on the set. She and Baba both. I’ve already told Merrill about them. Fact is Merrill is going to be at the CSMC thing tonight. Fancy is going to be there too right?”

“Fancy, Baba and Frankie too.

Tonight is invitation only for the opening. Tomorrow would be a different story. This club is going to be a music emporium with places to buy music, record it, have duplicates made of your demo. Hell even make your own video, Kareoke style. There is a stage and club that could hold 400 according to the fire marshall. Mayday would be performing. Some of the local radio stations had a few tickets but mostly it is the so called A-List. Some of the stations had used them for promos. The press would be there of course. The 400 had been accounted for quickly. Alecia and Anders are flying in from Boston for the opening of what is basically going to be Talent- West. It’s going to be loud and hopefully rowdy. Mayday knows how to put on a good show.

Fancy rarely get the opportunity to dress for this kind of venue. Normally now it’s the theater, or the movies, or some business thing. It had been worrisome and she’d hopefully picked out the perfect outfit. Something she could go dancing in without flashing her business at anyone. It’s a sleeveless semi fitted shift in a boatneck style. She’d tested the length of the shift before she bought it to make sure that she could bend over and touch the floor without revealing anything. Luckily Mason had never put any restriction on what kind of shoes she could wear so those can be as ridiculous as she likes, strapping on the four inch heels. Thing about being petite... either had to have sharp elbows to get people out of your way or learn to walk on stilts. Fancy sees Baba in the mirror and whistles. “Oh Foxy Gramma.”

Baba pshaws as she pats her dress nervously. “I shouldn’t go to this. It’s for the young people.”

“Oh bull.” Fancy counters. “You know Baby is going to be calling you tomorrow to see how it went. She isn’t going to want to ask Marta or Maureen cause she doesn’t want them to think she is second guessing them.”

“This is true.” Baba nods and relaxes just a smidge. “You look very pretty.”

“I am going to dance all night, Baba. I don’t want you to be surprised. Cause I really don’t care if anyone asks me to dance or not. Its Mayday.”

“Is good. As long as you promise only have something to drink at our table.” Baba warns.

“Deal.”

There really must not be anything else going on in town. Maybe it was the Old Tower Records location. Maybe it’s the all stars at the party. Maybe it’s Mayday. But this party has a press and spot lights and a red carpet. Fancy and Baba are making their way along it when she is surprised to hear someone call out her name.

“Faith! Faith Monroe. Look this way!”

Fancy turns and gives a smile.

“Dillon coming to this?”

“He better; he’s buying. Besides he loves Mayday.” Fancy laughs as she calls out. “We’ve got to get inside.” There is another round of flash and then Fancy moves on inside. As the owner’s daughter she is considered VIP and brought to a room where she can at least hear herself think, barely, and there are already appetizers set up. The waiter asks them their preference. “Baba will have a vodka neat and I’ll have a Q special please.” As soon as the waiter leaves she goes over to the railing. She could see the stage from here. If she wanted to she could just hang up here and see everything. Or she could go out and be social knowing that Baba would be right here. Soon there are people circulating in and out of the room. She’s been learning this for the last two years from Baby. She knows how to meet, greet, flatter, and move on. “Wow. You know Marta must just be going nuts back in the kitchen.”

“Very good turn out.” Baba nods with a smug look. This is going to be another success for Baby. Dillon and Brittany arrive along with some of their friends. It is soon a confab of meet and greet. Fancy excuses herself to go to the restroom. She shouldn’t be surprised; there is a stall already offering items that are not on the club menu. She finishes her business, washes her hands and checks her makeup. On her way out she sees a familiar face. Typical Baby-- she’d know that Fancy would be at this tonight and upped security. She’d done the same thing at a label party back in Boston. She reaches out to the guy. “Milo, There is business going on that is not on the menu.” She looks over at the ladies room.

The burly man grins at the boss’ daughter. “Thanks for the heads up. Time and a place for everything. I think it’s time they were leaving and the back alley would be about the right place. Tell Frankie hi for me.”

“Sure will.” Fancy keeps moving.

The bouncer makes a quick call in his mic. As soon some female security arrives, they clear the problem out of the ladies room– with prejudice. They make sure there are pictures taken of the people, in the condition they’re in and with the drugs they are pushing. Then the bad apples are dumped out back and not politely. That is the purpose of the pictures... if the person decided to go to the cops and claim assault or harassment then the pictures of them doing significant blow would be handed over to the cops. A reporter on the inside, who’d overheard Fancy, had made a phone call to a photographer on the outside and the whole thing is documented from back door being flung open to bony ass hitting pavement.

“Got it.” The cameraman says coolly keeping to the shadows. “That’s one stint in rehab blown out of the water. How did you know?”

“Dillon Quartermaine’s niece called one of the bouncers by his first name. Told him what was up.”

“Makes sense. Kristina Ashton, the girl’s mother owns CSMC. Buffy’s ass hitting the pavement is a bigger story than blowing rehab.”

“This Faith Monroe is making too much splash too fast. Something is up there.” The reporter mutters. “You get a chance to get pictures of Faith Monroe do it.” He heads back to the party. He had the feeling he had a story, at least a whiff of one. Please a little blow was no big deal really. Most clubs would look past it if the people were discreet. How did the girl put it– not on the menu?

The Mayday set started with the blessings as it always did but then mixed it up with a lot of material from the new album. At their core, Mayday is a club band and they know how to have a good time. Stud is putting on a show as is Stan back on drums. Chandy has the audience in the palm of her hand. True to her plan, Fancy spends the evening dancing. As far as she’s concerned the business side of the evening ended when the band started.

As soon as the set is over and the house music starts back up, Mayday start circulating after all this is a celebration of their next CD. Stanley spies Fancy and makes his way over to her. “Fancy!” He picks her up and swings her around. “You came!”

“Wouldn’t have missed it. You were great. I didn’t sit down the whole time.”

“When’s your birthday again?”

“1 year and 8 months.”

“Stanley, put the girl down.” Chandy says sternly. As soon as Stanley stands clear she gives her cousin a hug. “Keep those shoes away from Karin, she’ll steal them right off your feet.”

“Oh yeah. I knew it when I saw them.” Fancy does a little show off of the 4 inch heel that has Stanley groaning.

“Fancy, please. I’m weak. You know I’m weak. Don’t tease me this way.”

Fancy just laughs in his face. Reaching out she takes his hand. “I’m going to take Stanley around to say hi to everyone. Don’t worry I’ll make sure he behaves. And if he drinks too much– I passed my license today.” Fancy says smugly. “Baba will fix him up with the hair of the dog.”

Chandy starts to say something and then thinks better of it and shakes her head. “Go before I realize I’m not in my right mind. Stanley...”

“I know. One year, 8 months.” He follows after Fancy. “You really got it today? What did you score? You know what this means right? I have to buy you a car.”

Chandy stands there in the middle of the crowd and just shakes her head.

“What’s up.” Anders says in her ear. He hands her a bottle of water.

“I wish Fancy would get a puppy rather than my drummer. I swear he never learns. He just offered to buy her a car.”

“Is this something I’m going to have to tell Baby about?”

“You think she already doesn’t know?” Chandy looks around the room and pauses in her glance every time she sees someone she knows is part of Baby’s security force.

The valet brings the keys around and hands them to Stanley. He tips the guy and then hands the keys over to Fancy. “You think you can handle it?”

Fancy laughs and shakes her head. “The car, oh yeah.”

Stanley walks around to the driver’s seat and hands her in before going around to the passenger side. He climbs into the passenger seat and lets the seat back. “I’m fine, you know. You could put me in a cab back to my hotel.”

“No. Not when we have a perfectly good spare room. I already talked to Baba about this before she left with Frankie. She’s going to make a big breakfast for you. Chandy said you had the day off. Unless you want me to drop you off at the hotel, I mean if you have other plans.”

“No other plans.”

“Then you’re coming home with me so Baba can spoil you rotten.” Fancy adjust the mirror and seat. With a smooth motion, she puts the car in gear and heads back to the house. The traffic is crazy pretty much all the time and she doesn’t notice the motorcycle tailing her. As they pull up to the drive to the house the motorcycle keeps driving on by. Fancy enters the code to open the gate and drives up to the house. The lights are on and Frankie is the one that opens the door. “Baba already crashed?”

“Oh yeah. But she was talking about what she was going to fix all the way home so it’s a damn good thing you showed up.” Frankie tells Stan. “I have got to get off this duty. Baba isn’t some cordon bleu like Baby but that woman can cook. Baba made sure the spare room is made up but I’ve got Grand Theft LA out at my place.”

Fancy gives Stan a kiss on the cheek and hands him back his keys. “I had a really great time. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Stan watches as she leaves.

“Damn you got it bad. Dude, she’s got ugly feet okay. Would it help you any if I tell you she’s mean as a snake?”

“You ever met my mother?”

“You need therapy. Come on. I’ll buy you a beer.”

“What have we got?” The night editor demands of the reporters and photographers.

“Re-open of the Tower building.” The photographer starts popping up pictures of everyone that was there.

“Boring. A-listers go to party and be seen. Next.”

The next picture comes up. “Buffy Cochrane being thrown out on her tush along with really seedy gal from the back alley door of the Tower Party.”

The editor takes pause at that. “The Tower Party just got interesting. How did that happen?”

Another picture, this one of Fancy on the red carpet. “Faith Monroe, niece of Dillon Quartermaine, adopted daughter of Kristina Ashton– who owns CSMC including now– the Tower building by the way. Evidently Faith observed some partaking of items not on the menu in her mother’s new club and notified the bouncer who bounced Buffy and her source right on out.”

Next picture. This is of Stanley picking up Fancy on the dance floor. “The drummer from Mayday, notorious womanizer and a hard party-er.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m sure that Mama would be happy to see that picture seeing as how she owns the drummer’s label.”

“Add that Faith Monroe is sixteen and took the guy home from the party.” The next two pictures flash in quick succession first Fancy taking the keys and then pictures of Stan and Fancy entering the gated house.

“Oh we’re going to need a hell of a lot more confirmation on this one. Who else has it?” The night editor looks around.

“Buffy Cochrane that one is exclusive. Stanley crushing on Faith Monroe– that happened in the middle of the party. Hell she was taking him around and introducing him to the music business big wigs who were there.”

“So this could be a business move on his part?”

“He was offering to buy her a car.”

“Go with the Buffy. Nail that one down. We’re going to need an angle on the other than nobody else has.” The editor makes new assignments and then heads back to his office.

This is LA, the home of a million car lots. “Come on. You have to let me buy you a car. You got your license. We have to celebrate.” Stanley almost wheedles. He can’t believe that Fancy is being such a hardcase about this. He thought he had her when she agreed to go to the dealership with him.

“No. I have to buy my own car; I’ve already talked to Mouse and Uncle Stefan about this. It’s part of me wanting to be an actress out here in LA. I have to have a certain kind of car. You have to help me pick it out. You know the most about cars of anyone I know without Alice coming out here.”

“I remember the first car Baby had. It as one of those woody station wagons. You know like you see in the old surfer movies.” Stanley reminisces. “Chandy got a really sweet rebuilt Mustang and Karin was driving this mini van.”

“A mini van.” Fancy’s jaw drops.

“Yeah, a mini, like a mini cooper– van. She had that thing so totally tricked out.”

“What did you drive?” Fancy asks.

“When I was your age? Nothing. I was totally flat busted broke. Borrowed my mother’s car if she didn’t need it and if I had money to fill the gas tank. When we got the band together, Alice had this beater van that was big enough to haul our gear. I got to have the van at my place because I had the most gear.”

“There is no such thing as a beater van where Alice is concerned.” Fancy states loyally.

“You’ve got that right. It didn’t look like much but it ran sweet. So why aren’t you having Alice build you a car?”

“She’s busy with Lee Radcliffe building touring coaches for CSMC. Besides it has to be LA Look at Me.”

“Ah.” Stan nods. He’d seen a few of the coaches that Lee and Alice are putting together. They are sweet rides. “There that one right there– the dodge dealership. It isn’t going to be a mercedes or Lexus or something like that. But it will definitely be a car that says power and get the hell out of my way I’m coming through. Come on.”

“Okay.” Fancy signals and pulls on the car lot. They could have been out of there in an hour. But Stanley had been in heaven checking out all the latest cars. It’s stupid for him to get one when Mayday is spending 9-10 months a year on the road. If they were going to be taking some time off getting back in the studio then maybe, but then he was normally down in the SE doing Cat 5 work. So they try them all out– Vipers, Ram pickups, just about every sedan including the one she really wants but decides against– The Dodge Demon. It’s a two seater and she really needed to have room for 3 people in whatever vehicle she gets.

“This one.” Stanley stops in front of a Challenger. It is the modernized version of the old muscle car and it looked mean enough. “We want to test drive this one.”

The Challenger is crowded with Stanley, Fancy, Baba and Frankie all in it but the Mayday pool party is over at Dillon Quartermaine’s. Normally about this time, having a day off on the tour with just a few promo interviews to do Stanley would be with John and The Stud looking for a party and since it’s LA trying to make it at the Playboy mansion. It’s the proof of his affection that he is happy to be there with Fancy and has no thoughts of the Mansion. Course two weeks out on the road he might be having a different thought or two.

Dillon Quartermaine’s LA house isn’t as ridiculous as some but it is definitely for the guy whose mother is Tracy Quartermaine and who has the Quartermaine mansion back in Port Charles, New York as a measuring stick. The pool is huge and gorgeous with a jacuzzi right there. There is an indoor lap pool. He has his own home office that is down and to the side of the house. What the Q’s would have called the West wing. There he has an office, Friday has an office and there is the private theater that seats twenty complete with theater style popcorn popper. Because Baby is his niece he has a top of the line kitchen with top of the line everything. This makes him very popular with Mrs Rodriguez. There is a separate guest house that is on the far side of the pool. This is where the guys of Mayday are crashed. Since Mrs Rodriguez had known they were coming and that they would end up crashing in the guest house she’d made sure that Marta Aames, the chef from Chicago and Chandy have rooms in the proper house.

Brittany uses the mansion like she uses Fancy’s place, as overflow for her Galleries. There is some art that is investment, some that is personal, some that match the couch. The stuff that is personal is in their private rooms and not for sale. The art that is investment is in rooms with separate increased security like the den, office and seldom used living room. And the art that matches the couch– it isn’t like that really but Brittany did believe in supporting artists that nobody had heard of... yet.

She is also the one with the dogs. Three to be precise although the number can vary depending on the situation. Schotzie is the one that goes every where with her. Yatzee and Gizmo normally hang at the house guarding against the out of bounds gardener. None of them weigh more than 20 pounds and they definitely rule the roost. As soon as they can find someone willing to throw a ball or frisbee for them they are in heaven.

When Fancy arrives she parks the new car where nothing is going to hit it and they walk around the house to the pool area. They know that is where everyone is going to be. Stanley gets it out first. “Hey you guys! Come check out Fancy’s new car.”

There is a amble back around the house of guys in pool attire who make proper ooh and ahh noises over the modern muscle car. “Stanley picked it out for me.” Fancy tells the guys, while hugging Stanley’s arm. “It has everything, the look, all the airbags, the latest Mayday disc. It’s perfect.” Fancy can see Chandy’s disapproving look and moving away from Stanley goes over to her cousin and says in a low tone. “Don’t worry. It was less than what Uncle Stefan and Mouse budgeted for me to get a car. All Stanley did was pick it out... and give me the Mayday disc.”

“I’ve already gotten a call from Paul and my mother. You and Stan made the tabloids. Online for now but it’s going to start snowballing with all the press that we’re doing to support the album. You know they are going to start asking Stanley questions.”

“And he’s not going to say anything because he’s a gentleman.” Fancy nods.

Stan comes over and strings arms around each of the girls’ necks. “Frankie and I figured that one out last night. We figure the second time the question is asked then I’ll just put a counter up on my space of the Mayday webpage with a smoking hot picture of Fancy-- maybe a screen print from our video. Then have a counter underneath it counting down to her birthday. It’s what they did with those Olsen twins.”

Chandy rolls her eyes. “Call Baby and if you can make it a conference call with Mouse and your uncle Stefan... even better.”

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Deb