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Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous	By : Elocin Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 17

There is no way to describe the rush I get every time I set foot on stage, outside of sex it's the greatest natural high I've ever experienced.

Kelly and I sit on the stools provided for us and wait until the audience has calmed down enough for Ryan to introduce the song, there must be close to ten thousand people here.

Then the song starts, Kelly takes the lead and studiously avoids looking at me for the moment. She sounds beautiful, well at least from what I can hear over the music, she does. I'm not getting a damn thing coming through my earpieces, that's just great. This couldn't have happened while I was singing the National Anthem?

So when it's my turn to come in I just have to rely on instinct to hit the right notes, I guess I'm doing okay, nobody's cringing or blocking their ears in horror, yet. Kelly turns to me and smiles, we lock eyes and sing to each other, we are so eye-fucking right now. Thank god we rehearsed this so much last night.

And then it's over, I figure we must have done okay judging from the crowds reaction. Still grinning like a fool, Kelly pulls me into a hug as Ryan throws to a commercial and I flashback to the last time that happened. I wonder if Kelly still has that sparkly bra?

The minute we step off stage Kelly and I are set upon by Mikalah. "Oh my gawd. You guys, that was FABULOUS!"

"I didn't go too off key, did I? I couldn't hear a damn thing. By the way, Kel you owe me a hundred bucks."

"You couldn't even hear yourself and you still sang like that?" Mikalah gasps. "You're such a freak. A freakishly talented freak and, damn, if you two don't have chemistry."

"What are you talking about now Mikalah?" The eye-fucking couldn't have been that noticeable could it?

Mikalah rolls her eyes. "I'm talking about the serious heat you two were generating up there."

I look at Kelly who shrugs. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. So are you two partying with us tonight?"

"You know me Mickles, I'm never one to miss a party."

"Excellent. Shit, I've got to go to make up. I'll talk to you later."

"This time Mickles, remember to tell them not to set the make up gun on whore."

"Funny." Mikalah blows us a kiss before walking off. "Shalom, bitches!" She yells over her shoulder. Crazy bitch.

Poor Kelly has been silent up till now, I think Mikalah kind of overwhelms her. "Is she always that…"

"Insane? Yes."

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"Baby, buy me another drink?" I ask, leaning my back against Kelly.

"Buy your own." She says unable to tear her eyes away from the intense game of pool that was going on between Constantine and one of the lighting guys from the concert that Mikalah had invited along because she thought he was cute. I think his name is Tom.

"Oh Kelly, you know that I'm to pretty to pay for my own drinks. Besides, I'm underage, remember?"

She rolls her eyes. "We're in the VIP area, shouldn't they be, like, waiting on us?"

"Yes." Grumbles Carrie from across the table. "The service here SUCKS!" She really cannot hold her liquor. It's just us three at the table, everyone else is either dancing or crowded around the pool tables.

"Calm down, Carrie Underwood. Hee, Underwood. Your last name is dirty!" Kelly giggles randomly. She can't hold her liquor either.

"Yeah, well, your last name is…bad!" Nice comeback, Carrie, that'll learn her.

"What? What does that even mean? You're drunk Carrie." Kelly points an accusatory finger in Carrie's general direction.

"Kelly, get me another drink!" I demand banging my empty glass down on the table.

"No, you're drunked DiDi. No more…what are these drinks called again?" She asks swirling the tiny amount of orange liquid remaining in her glass.

"Georgia Peach."

Kelly's eyes go wide. "Wow, it's like I'm drinking you!"

"She tastes better." Carrie remarks, making Kelly glare at her. My foot shoots out and kicks Carrie under the table.

"Ow! Who kicked me?"

Kelly snickers beside me and inches her hand up my thigh.

Maybe I should do something defuse the situation before they start a catfight in the middle of the bar. Although a catfight could be hot especially if they happened to rip each others shirts off and…what was I saying?

"You know that were all just tiny, tiny parts of a huge cosmic machine right?" I tip some salt on to the table as both girls stop their bickering and stare at me.

"What?"

I point to a single grain of salt. "Pretend that is you and the rest of the grains of salt is one person in the bar." They both nod. "Then zoom out, now that grain of salt is this bar in amongst all the other buildings in the city. The zoom out again and now the bar is this city amongst all the other cities in the state, then zoom out again and now it's this state amongst all the other states in the country. Do you see where we are going with this? When you get down to the final one, that grain of salt represents our galaxy's place in the universe and individually we're not even a hundredth of a thousandth of that grain of salt. In the grand scheme of things nothing we do as individuals matters."

"Oh god, I feel so insignificant." Carrie moans, thumping her head on the table.

Carrie's the sullen, angry drunk, Kelly's the giggly, horny drunk and I'm the philosophical drunk. We're like the trifecta of drunk clichés.

"Hey Diana!" I turn around to find Tom holding his pool cue out in front of his crotch. Classy. "Want to play with my cue?"

What a fucking moron. "Sure Tom. How about I take that pool cue and shove it right up your ass! Sound like fun?" I say, full of enthusiasm.

Poor jackass looks hurt. "My name is Todd!"

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and turn my back on him. I notice someone's missing from the table. "Where's Kelly?" I ask Carrie. I hope she went to get me another drink. Carrie laughs into her beer.

She points under the table. What the hell is Kelly doing under the…oh, that's what she's doing under there. I reach down and stop her from undoing my jeans any further and lean my head down under the table. I can see up Carrie's skirt. Score!

"Why don't you come back up here, Kelly Belly?"

She pouts at me. "I keep falling off my chair, my ass hurts."

"Then you can sit on my lap, come on." I offer her my hand and pull her out. I cover her head with my hand to stop her from banging it on the bottom of the table.

She licks my cheek in thanks. "You taste like peaches!"

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