Just A Dream...
Hardlight
Chapter Six: Sirena's Scandal
"So, how was your hot date, Blade?"
Sirena cast the r&b musician a coy look from across the studio,
a light of unmistakeable pleasure in her green eyes. Blade, as she'd known
he would growled, tossing his jacket in her direction and dripping down
into a chair. True to her word, Cynthia had tipped off the press, and had
stood him up, causing him a fair amount of public discomfort in the process.
Sirena, for her part had gotten great amusement out of Blade's humiliation,
for, though they were signed to the same label and effectively on the same
side of the great music battle, the singer rather resented anyone laying
any claim to any of her established glory as Rebel Records' current hottest
seller.
"It's none of your business." He muttered now. Sirena shrugged.
"Fair enough. I can read about it in the tabloids." she said sweetly.
"And whilst you've been playing mind games and losing, I've been busy with
some proper messing about. I've found out some information about Topaz."
"Do I look like I care?" Blade demanded moodily. "If you were a better
performer you wouldn't care about Jewel anyway."
"If you were a better date you wouldn't have been stood up."
Sirena retorted neatly.
"Shut up."
"Well, do you want to hear or not?"
"Oh, go on. Excite me." Blade frowned. Sirena looked smug.
"See, I knew you were interested." she observed lightly. "Anyway...I
had an email from James. You remember, my loser admirer in Toronto? Topaz's
family are from a small town one hour or so from the Toronto suburbs...a
sleepy place where not much happens. Her mother is loaded...so why did
she wind up working for my father in a cheap and nasty diner?"
She paused expectantly.
"Oh, get on with it." Blade snapped.
"No wonder you can't get a date, if your manners are like that. You
probably scared her off." Sirena rolled her eyes. "Anyway...according to
my source...Topaz had some big falling out with her mother. Even more interesting
is the fact that her last boyfriend is in jail, serving a sentence for
dealing drugs - cocaine, no less."
"Drugs, huh?" Now Blade looked vaguely interested. "Hey, do you think
this Topaz chick is into them too?" He pulled a cigarette from his pocket,
lighting it up.
"Well, who cares if she is or she isn't." Sirena was dismissive. "The
truth isn't important. What matters is making the press believe that she
does. I can imagine the scandal now! Squeaky clean Jewel's new singer a
junkie. It's too perfect for words!"
"Yeah, if you can convince the reporters that there's something in
the story." Blade exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Remember, Jewel got big bucks
behind them, and no paper's gonna want to risk a law suit."
"I'm one step ahead of you, as usual." Sirena replied smoothly. "James
sent me a copy of this guy's charge sheet...Cliff Bailey, he's called.
According to him, Topaz was held overnight in a cell pending interrogation,
but they couldn't pin anything on her for lack of evidence. But...just
because they can't prove it doesn't mean it isn't true. There's no smoke
without fire, after all."
"Rory's right. You are conniving." Blade looked grudgingly impressed.
"When are you gonna launch this little scandal of yours?"
"As we speak." Sirena dimpled. "I sent anonymous copies of the file
to four different tabloids and to Cool Trash too, for good measure. Now...we
just sit back and wait for the storm to hit."
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"You look thoughtful."
Nancy glanced up from her manuscript book, casting Cynthia a curious
look. The two girls were alone, for Sylva and Topaz were taking advantage
of the break by enjoying the mansion's big pool, and Copper was upstairs,
chatting online with her sister in Detroit. "What's up, Cynthia? What you
thinking? Please tell me you don't feel bad about standing Blade up!"
"Of course not." Cynthia dimpled. "I enjoyed the idea of playing him
at his own game very much. No, I'm thinking about Aaron and Copper. There
must be some way of getting them together."
"They're both so dense, it's driving me mad, too." Nancy agreed, rolling
her eyes. "And with both of them making us promise not to tell the other...what
can we do?"
"This is the problem. I must not break a promise." Cynthia sighed.
"But then, I have also made a promise to myself to bring the together...I
just cannot see how to do it. I am afraid my knowledge of love and romance
is too limited."
"Well, Syl said something last night that might work, if we could find
some way of doing it." Nancy set down her pen, resting her chin in her
hands. "Aaron's my brother and Copper's my best friend...so I'm dying for
them to get together. Guess I must be desperate, if I'm taking note of
something Syl said, but there you go."
"Sylva knows a good deal about men." Cynthia looked thoughtful. "More
than I. I shall be glad to hear what it was, Nancy. What does she think?"
"Well, she reckons Aaron needs something to jolt him into action. She
said it was a pity Copper doesn't have another guy around to make him jealous."
"Jealous..." Cynthia's violet eyes lit up. "Ah, yes! That is a good
idea, and I think it might just work..."
"Sure, but Copper doesn't have any other guys trailing her,
though why not is a mystery to me." Nancy replied. "You can't just conjure
up an admirer out of thin air."
"Perhaps not..." Cynthia looked thoughtful. "But I think I might know
a way to rectify that. Thank you, Nancy. You have given me the start of
a plan."
With that she got to her feet, heading slowly out of the room and leaving
her companion staring after her.
Once alone, Cynthia paused, adjusting herself to normal projection
and flipping through her intensive database of human faces, finally picking
one which was to her satisfaction.
With a chuckle, she flicked the hologram off, storing it for future
reference.
"How convenient that I can make an admirer come from thin air!"
she said to herself, amused. "And maybe this is what Aaron and Copper need...the
extra push in the right direction!"
A sudden commotion from the living room attracted her attention and
she turned, heading back along the corridor to discover the reason for
the noise. Copper was in the doorway, a worried look on her face.
"Cynnie!" She exclaimed. "Have you heard anything about a news story?"
"News story?" Cynthia looked taken aback. "No...I have not. What kind
of news story?"
"Someone's trying to but the smear on Jewel again." Nancy said darkly.
"This time by attacking Topaz. I bet I know who started this. That witch
Sirena."
"Does Topaz know yet?" Cynthia looked concerned.
"No." Copper shook her head. "I'm not sure I wanna be the one to break
it to her, but according to Ros it's all over the tabloid press. Luis had
a paper this morning and she was flicking through it."
"Luis? Ros?" Cynthia looked blank.
"My brother and sister." Copper explained. "Back in Detroit."
"Oh, I see." Cynthia smiled. "I did not realise Raya had other children."
Nancy shot Cynthia an odd look, but made no comment, for, at that moment
Sylva emerged from the back, Topaz in tow. She paused, eying the troubled
expressions.
"Whose canary died?" She demanded.
"Worse." Copper dropped into a chair. "We're splashed all over the
tabloid press."
"So? It'll sell our album." Sylva shrugged. "What's the stress?"
"It's not a nice story." Copper frowned, shooting Topaz a worried look.
"Topaz...it's about you."
"Me?" Topaz looked startled, and a note of apprehension crept into
her tone. "What about me?"
"Apparently the press have some idea that you're involved with drugs
somehow." Copper said slowly. "I don't know where the story came from,
but according to my sister, it's all over the press. Did noone think to
get a paper this morning?"
"We've none of us been out." Nancy replied. "We've been so busy that
we've just been chilling out here."
"Drugs?" Sylva exclaimed. "That's crazy! Topaz doesn't do drugs any
more than I do!"
"No, I don't." Topaz agreed darkly. "And I never have. Damn them...I
bet they got the idea of it from my relationship with that jerk Cliff Bailey
and a few of my other less delightful associates back in Toronto."
"Well, the tabloids are idiots, and we know it isn't true." Sylva said.
"Stupid idiots!"
"There's the door." Nancy got to her feet. "I'll get it."
Topaz sat down on the carpet, wrapping her towel around her shoulders.
"I never imagined this would happen." She said quietly. "I mean, I
know I've not always been an angel, but I've never broken any law that
I know of, and I had no idea being in the public eye could spark such poisonous
reports...especially not so soon!"
"We haven't seen the story yet." Cynthia said reassuringly. "Perhaps
it isn't so bad."
"It is."
Nancy re-entered at that moment, her expression dark and her mother
in tow, an identical look of displeasure on the executive's face.
"Do any of you know anythin' about this?" Jetta asked quietly, dropping
a copy of one of the offending papers onto the floor. Topaz picked it up
gingerly, glancing over it and frowning.
"Only that it's not true." Sylva said firmly. "Topaz wouldn't use drugs!"
"Topaz?"
"I swear." Topaz said solemnly, the light gone from her pale blue eyes.
"I never have...hell, I don't even smoke! Sure, I drink from time to time,
but hardly enough to constitute a habit, and I don't think one experimental
cigarette aged seventeen is anything to warrant a press scandal!"
Her voice shook slightly, and Sylva crouched down beside her, putting
her arm around the older girl's shoulders to comfort her.
"That witch Sirena is behind this, and I'll rearrange her face for
her when I see her." she said angrily.
"Who is behind it is not the problem." Jetta said gravely, sitting
down. "Pizzazz an' I 'ave discussed it an' we both agree that some kind
of rebuttal...soon and firm...is needed. Some kind of 'ard evidence that
the press are on the wrong end of the stick."
"What do you want me to do?" Topaz glanced up.
"Well, first off, we both know you're one 'ell of a singer, but neither
Pizzazz nor I know much about you before you met with these girls." Jetta
replied. "Maybe it'd 'elp if we knew a bit more."
"I have no criminal record, Jetta." Topaz spoke quietly. "I left home
at eighteen, moved to Toronto, got the job in the diner because I was desperate
and could sing...that's basically all there is. Okay, some of my boyfriends
have been a bit dodgy...but I'm sure I'm not the first girl to have bad
taste in men."
"That's a relief to me at least." Jetta sighed. "Pizzazz 'as been phonin'
some of 'er people, tryin' to get the deal on this Cliff Bailey bloke.
You do know 'im?"
"Yes...I dated him for three months."
"Did you know 'e was dealing coke?"
"No." Topaz shook her head. "Not till he was busted. I...knew he used
it, though." She spread her hands. "It didn't come into our relationship
much, to be honest. I wasn't die hard in love with him...it was something
to do for us both. It only got sticky when he was arrested...I was at his
apartment at the time and I got taken in too. They asked me a few things,
decided I was innocent and let me go. End of story."
"Okay." Jetta frowned. "Looks like we're gonna be callin' a press conference...an'
there are gonna be some sticky questions, too. You reckon you can 'andle
that? Last thing we need is you breakin' down in front of the press an'
givin' them the wrong impression. This ain't a matter of truth, it's a
matter of image an' that's twice as 'ard to repair in this business."
"I can handle it." Topaz said softly. "I want to clear my name."
"Good." Jetta nodded. "Then I'll go tell Pizzazz what you told me.
With any luck we can nip this in the bud."
Once she was gone, Sylva shot the singer an enquiring look.
"You really okay?" She asked.
"Oh, quit fussing...leave me alone." Topaz snapped, getting to her
feet and pushing the younger girl away. "So much for being a star!"
With that she left the room, banging the door behind her and heading
up the stairs to her room, leaving her companions to exchange looks.
"What was that for? What did I do?" Sylva looked bewildered.
"For once, you didn't." Nancy frowned.
"No...Topaz is just shook up." Copper agreed. "Maybe we need to give
her some space."
"Forget that. I'm not letting her walk out and shut herself away."
Sylva shook her head stubbornly. "I'm going to talk to her."
For Sylva, to think was to act and she was gone before anyone could
stop her, hurrying up the stairs with her long curls flying every which
way. She knocked on Topaz's door and, upon getting no answer swung it open.
"What?" Topaz asked wearily. "Syl..."
"You shouldn't have run off." Sylva said reproachfully. "Jewel are
a team...we face things together, okay? We're all on your side, anyway."
This was too much for Topaz's shaken emotions, and tears filled her
eyes.
"Oh, Syl...it was all going so perfectly." She whispered, and, generous
hearted as she was tactless and brash, Sylva came to hug her friend. Topaz
buried her head in her companion's shoulder, unable to keep from crying
now. It was the first lapse in her cool, laid back nature that any of the
girls had seen since she'd joined the group, and Sylva knew the older girl
was hurting.
"Things happen in show business." She said at length. "You just don't
gotta let them get to you."
"But this ruins everything!" Topaz raised a teary gaze to the synth
player. "Joining Jewel was a dream come true for me...but now everyone
is going to wonder about me...I can't deal with that coming up all the
time...the does she, doesn't she use drugs question! And it's gonna affect
you guys too!"
"So prove you don't." Sylva shrugged.
"How?"
"I dunno. Take a blood test or something." Sylva replied. "Surely that'd
knock the dumb story on the head?"
"A blood test?" A faint look of hope entered Topaz's eyes.
"Well, sure. I mean, you don't have anything to hide, right?"
"Nope." Topaz agreed. "The only thing they'll pick up in my blood is
excess of coffee. Drugs never appealed to me and I loathed the idea of
smoking, and what it'd do to my voice."
"So then?"
"So I'll do it!" Determination replaced despair in the blue eyes. "Thank
you, Syl...I guess I shouldn't have pushed you away. You girls...well,
you're better friends than I've had in a while."
"We're like a family these days, living together and all of us being
so young, really." Sylva responded with a grin. "So we've gotten like sisters.
Even me and Nancy - we're the sisters who always bicker and never get along."
"I had noticed." Some of Topaz's usual dry irony had returned to the
singer's tone and she managed a smile of her own. "I'm sorry I snapped
downstairs...I never imagined anything like this would happen. Worse, I
don't want my mother to see it and think I've turned into some hopeless
junkie case."
"What is the deal with you and your Mom?" Sylva, never famed
for her tact asked.
"She re-married, we don't speak." Topaz said simply. "But I'm not having
my dumb stepfather and his stupid kids smirking over my evil tendencies.
Why do people print things like this?"
"To sell a paper or two." Sylva said with a shrug. "Look, forget it,
it's not even important. Jetta's hung up on image because it's her business
to be, but in the real world they'll find another scandal tomorrow. They
always do."
"Guess so." Topaz acknowledged, comforted. "Okay. I guess it's about
time I worked out how to fight back, huh? I'm not going to let those press
sleazes ruin my dream career!"
PART FOUR: HARDLIGHT
Chapter One: Aaron's Experiment
Chapter Two: Cynthia
Chapter Three: Back To Work
Chapter Four: On Set
Chapter Five: Mind Games
Chapter Six: Sirena's Scandal
Chapter Seven: Zach
Chapter Eight: A Happy Ending
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