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“Are you ready for your scenes?” Jane asked.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” said Belinda. “I feel great.”
“I still can’t get over our co-star for this week. He is so cute,” gushed Jane.
“I know, he’s a hottie, isn’t he?” Belinda returned. “He told me he was getting his own show on that new network. Some cop show or something like that.”
Instead of standing in the doorway, Jane now decided to let herself all the way into Belinda’s room and leave the hustle and bustle of the hallway behind.
“New network?” she queried, closing the door. “Oh, yeah, I heard about that… I can’t remember the name though.”
“Fox.” answered Belinda. “I think it’s called Fox.”
“Fox?.. That’s kind of a dumb name,” Jane surmised.
“Well, whatever. He’s also got a movie coming out pretty soon. Some Vietnam flick… He told me the director actually served in Vietnam and the filming was really intense,” said Belinda, starting to sit up from her reclined position.
“Wow, I got a feeling about him. He’s gonna be a big star,” concluded Jane. “You can just tell by looking at him.”
“I think so, too,” said Belinda, putting down her book. She then proceeded to yawn and stretch in a ferocious manner.
Being pressed for time, Jane felt the urge to split, but opted to stick around for one more train of thought.
“So.. our video today should be fun, huh?” she offered.
“Yeah, I think so,” answered Belinda. “That song is pretty much right up our alley. I think we did a good version.”
“Yeah, of course,” agreed Jane. “We gave it the.. fabulous Go-Go’s touch. What are you gonna’ wear? Did you get the lollipop?”
Belinda stood up from her couch and grabbed a cigarette from the pack that was sitting on her end table. She scooped up her lighter and lit it up.
“Oh, yeah, I got it… and I am gonna’ lick the living shit out of that thing,” joked Belinda, exhaling the smoke. “Right into the camera.. I am gonna’ shed my goody-goody image today.”
Jane loved the idea, but probably knew better.
“I don’t think Paul is gonna’ let you get away with that,” she assumed, giggling at Belinda’s mannerisms.
“Oh, no no, he said it was cool,” Belinda rebutted. “He said I could act as.. provocative as I want.”
“Yeah, but not like a porn star!” Jane shrieked. “I think Standards and Practices might have a little something to say about that.. Sorry to say.”
“I’m not going to act like a porn star,” defended Belinda, “Don’t be ridiculous… I’m just gonna’ be.. you know.. seductive,” she explained, making her usual, funny gestures.
“Any cleavage?” asked Jane.
“No,” answered Belinda, appearing slightly dejected from that conclusion. “The dress goes all the way to the top.”
“Did you go with the red polka-dots?” asked Jane, referring to Belinda’s dress selection.
“Yeah, I did,” answered Belinda. “It’s cute… I think I made the right choice… Here, I’ll show you,” added Belinda, as she walked over to her closet to retrieve the dress.
“Oh, I’m sure you did,” remarked Jane, in a snide kind of way. “That’s one thing about you, Belinda. You never have to worry about looking good,” she summed-up.
All of the girls, deep down inside, were privately envious of their lead singer’s image and beauty in the eyes of the free world. However, it was only a matter of time before one of them would be unable to control herself and slip up by blurting something out in a jealous manner. It was just a matter of where and when it would surface and rear it’s ugly head.
The true irony, of course, is that none of them had any real reason to feel this way—
They were all gorgeous.
But, this had no bearing on what was about to happen. Out of nowhere, Jane’s jealous, little snit started spilling out of her mouth for some unknown reason.
“Do you just fall out of bed looking gorgeous— or do you have to work at it like the rest of us?” she asked.
Belinda turned and glared at Jane. She had warned her and the other girls about acting jealous towards her.
“Stop that,” she reprimanded. “I told you to knock that shit off.”