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The Good The Bad N
The Ugly
~Later that Night~
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!” The crowd
rooted the fight.
“MUTHA FUCKER!” Justin punched
Eminem in the face, and afterwards upper cutted him. He fell to the floor and
spit out blood.
“You FAG!” Eminem pulled out his
pocket knife and swung at Justin with it. He backed away. “Come on punk. What
now, mutha fucker? Huh BITCH?” everyone backed away.
“Come on. What are you waiting for?
Cut me. CUT ME!” Eminem quickly swung at Justin. He scraped the side of his arm
with the knife. “Fuck.” Justin covered the blood with his hand. “You done fucked
up now.” Justin rammed Eminem as hard as he could. Making him slam against the
wall. He began to punch him in the stomach, and also the face. “WHO’S THE
CRACKER NOW? HUH? WHO’S THE MOTHER FUCKING CRACKER NOW?”
“JUSTIN…JUSTIN…JUSTIN!!!….” The
crowd rooted Justin on.
Eminem kneed him in the balls.
“SHIT!” he knealed down and moaned. “Fuck. That hurt as hell.” He mumbled.
“God.” He moaned. Eminem kicked him in the face, and the stomach. Justin fell
flat on his back, and began to cough up blood.
“YOU ARE. YOU FUCKING CRACKER!” he
turned around, and began to stare at everyone. “WHAT YA’LL LOOKING AT? HUH? YOU
WANT A PIECE OF ME? HUH. MIND YOUR OWN GOD DAMN BUSINESS!” he felt someone tap
him lightly on the shoulder. He quickly turned around.
“I do.” He felt a hand punch him in
the face. Eminem fell to the floor. Knocked out cold. “Now you’re the fag.”
Everyone began to clap.
“Way to go, Justin. You kicked his
ass.” Joey rooted.
“Thanks man.” He rubbed his bloody
nose. “I need to get cleaned up. I’ll see you guys later.”
“Alright.” Justin left the club
still in pain.
~~**~~**~~
Mya and Mandy Moore stared at the
dozens of people as they backed away. “Oh shit. What are we gonna do?”
“Um…we have to get out of here”
Mandy stated
“I know that. How are we going to
get out of here. There’s too many people to run.”
“We have to take our chances. I’m
running.” Mandy ran as fast as she could pass the dozens of people.
“WAIT FOR MEEEEEE!” Mya ran behind
her.
***~~~***
“We made it.” Mya breathed heavily
“And how could you have done that?”
they turned around to stare at…
“Britney????” they stared in horror.
~~**~~**~~
“All you have to do is make it seem
like you’re crying. And then when you see she’s giving in…fall out. Like you
fainted.” Taina planned.
“Are you sure this is going to work?
I mean…she’s a 50 year old lady. She’s not that old to be fooled.” Monica
stated.
“That’s why you have to make it look
real.” Monica thought for a moment.
“Okay.”
“Great. Now just do as I said…and
everything should come out perfect.”
“CUTTT!” the director yelled. Taina
frowned.
“What now? I know I did as we
practiced.”
“Yes. You did everything well. We’re
just going to take a 10 minute break.”
“Okay.” She walked back stage to see
some of the actresses that play on the ‘Taina’ set with her. They all looked up
at her, and rolled their eyes.
“Do you have a problem?” she asked.
“Is there something wrong with your eyes, since you seem to have a little
problem with them. They just keep rolling away.”
“OH no, child. I don’t have a
problem with my eyes. My eyes are perfect. The problem I’m having with is YOU!”
“And why is that? What did I ever do
to you to make you hate me so much. You know…I guess money talks. Because I
don’t know how we manage to play best-friends on the show, but we hate each
others guts in real life.”
“I don’t know. You tell me. Do you
think money talks?”
“You are one lucky girl. Because if
I didn’t need this job as much as I do…your face would be dented in by now.” She
brushed pass her.
“That’s what you think, TAINA!” they
all laughed at her.
~~**~~**~~
“Okay, okay. I’m so nervous. What am
I going to do?” Jessica paced back and forth in the dressing room. “There’s too
many people out there for one, and they hate my guts because I’m dating Nick. Oh
God…this sucks.” She sat down on a chair.
“I can’t take this anymore. People
hating me just because I’m dating another star. What is their problem? So…” she
stood up, and looked at herself in the mirror. “All I have to do is go out there
and dance. Don’t even pay any attention to the ‘booesss’ and the groans and
moans. The only thing that matters to me is my baby. And I will be home to him
soon.” She took a deep breath, and straightened out her outfit.
“This is pitiful. Me talking to
myself. Ha. Just being the normal Jessica. So…Nick and you seem very happy
together. Are you planning on marrying?” she imitated a reporter. “Yes we plan
on marrying. SO STOP BEING SO DAMN NOSY! UGHHH!!!” She raised her voice. “And
whatever we do in our house is OUR BUSINESS. NONE OF YOU STUPID REPORTERS! Oh I’m going
INSANNNEEE!” she gripped her hair lightly and sat down. She stared at the clock.
“Oh shit…5 more minutes.”
She breathed heavily. Her heart
began to race, as she thought of what might happen out there. She probably won’t
get to see home again. “Oh come on. Lighten up, Jessica. It’s only a concert. I
will be back home to Nick in no time.” She smiled.
“Jessica. It’s time to go out
there.” She looked up, and sighed.
“Okay.” She spoke sadly. She stood
up, and followed the stage manager out, to head on stage. Would Jessica make it
home to see Nick again? Who knows? It’s just a nick of time before she would
find out.
~~**~~**~~
Aaliyah licked on her blowpop, as
she drove her car. She blew the horn. “COME ON PEOPLE. DON’T YOU KNOW PEOPLE
HAVE IMPORTANT PLACES TO GO?” she yelled.
She had to be at her managers office
by 5 o’clock. And it was now 4:45. “Shit. I’m not gonna make it. OH I’M IN SOME
DEEP SHIT!”
She sped her car out of the line.
Passing the other cars that were in front of her. She could hear the horns
blowing hysterically as she continued to pass them. “SHUT UP!”
She made a hard u-turn, heading to
the record company. “15 more minutes. I should make it. I hope.” She stopped at
another red light.
As soon as it turned green, she
drove off. “What the…” a car turned in front of her. “SHITTTTT!” She yelled.
Before she could turn out of the way, she crashed into the car, and flew out of
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