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Sunset Special 01 - Sunset on the Road - Bennett, Cherie.
ONE.
"Tell me the truth," Sam begged Emma. "I look like dog meat, right?" Sam had on a black satin and lace bustier with a short see-through hot pink chiffon skirt over fishnet hose, and black cowboy boots encircled with a rhinestone ankle bracelet
"Right," agreed Emma, who was wearing an identical outfit, but with an acid green skirt. She turned to the mirror and fixed her lipstick.
"Oh no! Oh God, I knew it!" Sam wailed, falling into the nearest chair. Tall and thin with wild red hair, Sam was naturally very small busted. "No girl with my figure should wear a bustier!" She looked down morosely at the black satin and lace bra cups of her bustier, which stuck out much further than the flesh underneath them. "A family of four could move in here."
Emma turned around to face her friend. She swept her perfect, straight blond hair away
from her heart-shaped face. "Sam, I was kidding. You look great."
"No, you weren't," Sam insisted, trying to produce cleavage by pressing her upper arms tightly against either side of her chest. "I'm hopeless."
"I've never seen you~ this nervous before!" Emma exclaimed.
'Well, we've never been in a huge Battle of the Bands before," Sam replied, still staring down at her chest. "There's a lot at stake here!"
"Yes, but it's not dependent on your bust line!" Emma said with a laugh.
"Very funny," Sam mumbled, finally giving up on the bustier. "I know what Carrie would say-it's my fault for not trying this stupid costume on before today. Then I would have had time to have the top altered-"
"-but as usual you put it off," Emma finished for her.
"Sue me, I'm not a real plan-ahead kind of babe," Sam muttered. She looked at Emma, whose bustier had been taken in to fit her snugly, and she sighed again.
"I love you just the way you are," Emma assured her, turning back to the mirror to finish getting ready.
"Might as well put on some more makeup," Sam said, moving over to the mirror. "Maybe it'll distract from what nature forgot."
Sam pulled out her matte red lipstick and carefully filled in her lips.
"Flirting With Danger, you're on in ten!" a voice from thehallway called.
"Hey, you guys!" Carrie Alden cried, running into the dressing room. She was a fresh-faced girl with brown hair, brown eyes and a curvy body, which was now hidden under an oversized John Lennon T-shirt. "I came in to say break a leg!" She hugged Emma, then Sam. "You two look great!"
"Don't lie to me, Carrie Alden," Sam said darkly. She put one hand into the top of each bustier cup. "There's air where there should be me!"
Carrie scrutinized Sam. "I don't think it will even show from out in the crowd," she decided.
Sam's eyebrows shot up. "You're not going to tell me about how dumb I was not to try this on before today?"
'Well, now that you mention it . . ." Carrie teased.
"I am so pissed at myself!" Sam cried.
"Hey, I've got it!" Carrie exclaimed, her face lighting up. She reached inside her T-shirt.
"Don't tell me," Sam said dramatically. "Your breasts are detachable and you're lending them to me."
"Close," Carrie said. She pulled the shoulder pads out of her T-shirt and handed them to
Sam. "Stick these in your bustier. Instant cleavage!"
Sam looked doubtful, but she took Carrie's shoulder pads and arranged them, and then looked in the mirror. "WhOa~ baby!" she whooped. "It actually works!"
"Hubba-hubba," Emma Opined with a laugh.
"Un-frigging-believable!" Sam exclaimed. "I'm a total babe-a-saurous!"
"Glad to be of help," Carrie said. She~ lifted the camera that hung around her neck and snapped off a candid shot of Sam admiring her reflection in the mirror.
"You saved the day, girlfriend," Sam told Carrie, giving her a hug. "I'm putting shoulder pads in all my clothes-and I don't mean on my shoulders!"
Carrie laughed and waved good-bye. "Do great!" were her final words.
"We will-now," Sam told Emma.
Emma just smiled, shook her head, and went back to finishing her makeup.
Feeling much better, Sam sat down in front of the mirror and picked up her mascara. She was a little embarrassed that she had freaked out over something as minor as her cleavage. I mean, I'm the one who's supposed to. be the professional, she reminded herself. She knew it had to do with the fact that as a backup singer/dancer for Flirting With Danger-or The
Flirts, as they were commonly known to their fans-she always felt a little insecure standing next to the extremely gorgeous, extremely well-built, and extremely obnoxious third member of the backup trio-Diana De Witt. Well, at least now I won't look like a boy next to her, Sam thought with satisfaction.
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Sam thought about how far The Flirts had come-how far her own life had come in the past year.
The summer before she, Emma, and Carrie had all begun working as au pairs on beautjful, romantic Sunset Island, a resort island off the coast of Maine. They were as different as could be, and it seemed unlikely that they'd ever become friends. Carrie was from New Jersey, the daughter of two pediatricians who were very politically active. Emma was a Boston heiress, a true blue blood, who had been educated in Europe and spoke five languages fluently. And Sam was from the excruciatingly small farm town of Junction, Kansas-a town and a lifestyle she intended to leave far behind her forever.
Not only had the three become friends, they'd become best friends. Maybe it's actually because of our differences that we're so close, Sam musecL Well, whatever it was, they were now in their second summer together on the island,
and they were closer than ever. When push came to shove they were always there for each other. And we always will be, Sam told herself with satisfaction.
One of the most exciting things that had happened recently was that Sam and Emma had become backup singer/dancers for The Flirts. Carrie's boyfriend, Billy Sampson, was the lead singer and guitar player Sam's boyfriend, Presley Travis, was the bass player. The Flirts had a huge local following, and were working night and day toward their dream of getting a recording contract.
When the guys decided to add backup singer/dancers, Sam (who had danced professionally at Disney World for a while) begged Emma and Carrie to audition with her. Carrie had refused, saying she was a much more behind-the-scenes type. And anyway, photography was her first love; she'd be taking pictures of the band. But to Sam's surprise, Emma had actually agreed to audition. And to Sam's even greater surprise, Emma had not only turned out to be really talented, but they'd both been hired.
That was the good news The bad news was that Diana De Witt, their archenemy and one of the most obnoxious people ever to be put on the planet, had been picked as the third backup. Emma had gone to boarding school with Diana
in Europe, and Diana really seemed to have it in for her, and now for Emma's friends, too. Diana had even had a brief affair the summer before with Kurt Ackerman, Emma's boyfriend-mostly just to prove that she could get him away from Emma. She was a barracuda of the first order.
I won't even think about Diana. She's not worth my time, Sam told herself, reaching for the hair spray. Tonight was a really important night for all of them. They were about to compete in the East Coast division of the big Battle of the Bands Contest, sponsored by Rock On magazine. The winning band would get five thousand dollars, and~ would tour as the opening act for the hot new rock star Johnny Angel. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and they were all totally psyched.
Sam saw it as a stepping stone-today a backup singer/dancer, she told her reflection, tomorrow a star.
"My God, what did you do?" Diana demanded, coming up behind Sam and staring at Sam's enhanced reflection in the mirror. Diana was wearing a third version of their stage outfit- with a white chiffon skirt.
Sam stared back at Diana's reflection and made a face. She'd been so lost in thought, she hadn't even heard her come into the dressing room.