Chapter 3: Arriving in California at Last!

It was quite a long trip from New Jersey to California, and Whitney Washington and Ann Hathaway arrived at the airport little after midnight. They were there for their meeting with Clive Wilson, a top-notch music producer and were very excited to meet with him.

Upon their arrival, Benjamin Twain was already outside the Arrival Port, patiently waiting for them, and soon as he had seen Whitney, he smiled and waved to her.

He did not known her personally, however, had seen her on the television numerous times. And from what his boss, Clive Wilson had told him this passenger, he knew she was the person he was assigned to go by the airport, collect from there, and bring back to the hotel suite where Clive Wilson had suite reserved for her.

Benjamin hastily went over to the Arrival gate, introduce himself and very soon, he began hauling Ann and Whitney's luggage toward his vehicle while indicating for them to follow him. Moments later, he was placing their bags, both big and small, inside the trunk of his car. He then proceeded in opening the car doors for them to enter and be seated comfortably inside the automobile. Seconds later, they were pulling out of the airport parking lot and on their way to check in at the Sherrington Hotel.

The moment was almost here; Whitney was feeling quite excited to start working as a professional artist. And she was thinking about how she wanted her presences to be every time she stepped onto a stage to sing! She kept on envisioning all the fashionable clothing she would be wearing, the various hairstyles she would be sporting, and all the styles of colorful make-up that she would have applied to her face during each performance on the stages where she would be booked to work as a singer.

But soon, her thoughts were interrupted by Benjamin telling her.

"Welcome to California!"

"Thank you!"

She replied politely while clasping her tiny fingers between Ann's and staring at her with much excitement in her eyes, as if, she was staring into the eyes of a man who had taken her dating. Feeling just as enthused, Ann gently placed her free hand on top of their clasp hands which was tightly stuck together and began massaging it, comforting away the anxiousness she was obviously enduring while they were being driven to the hotel.

Benjamin soon began conversing with Whitney, an act he rarely does with his passengers. Telling her, how talented he thought she was because he had seen quite a few of her interviews on numerous television shows. And he thought, she was fabulous. He then went on to mention to her that she was in very good hands once she was with Clive Wilson and if he can't take her to the top, then certainly, no one else could!

"Thank you, for the reassurance, Mr. Twain!"

Whitney softly uttered, and then went on to rest her head against Ann's shoulder as if, she was a lonely child needing the comfort of her beloved mother.

Observing her from head, to as far as his eyes could go, through the rearview mirror of his car, Benjamin graciously smiled to himself and then happily said to her.

"You are always welcome, my lady!"

But, instead of allowing the way he had addressed her to slide, she reminded him that her name is Whitney Washington and not; my lady.

"I know what your name is, Ms. Washington! I was only trying to be nice; only being friendly with you! So probably in the future, you can have someone who you are able to trust in these parts; if you know what I mean!"

Benjamin tried explaining.

However, Whitney was clueless to what he was talking about!

She began wondering what the heck he was talking about and what he meant by her having someone who she could trust in these parts; sometime later on?

It was Ann's interference that would clarify the driver's statement and then give Whitney a form of education in socializing and social cultural relations. Especially, since she had travelled through these parts or situations before when she too was working as a back-up singer for some of the famous artist around the country.

"He is trying to tell you, my dear, that he could be your private driver, one you can trust and depend upon whenever you become very famous! Because in this business, you sometimes can easily get screwed over by those whom you think are with you and looking out for your best interest. In other words, don't depend too much on other artist or persons in the business to be by your side, in the rough times, but you can count on those who seem irrelevant and out of the spotlights and flashing lights and view of the cameras!"

"For example, if you want to be someplace very important without the entire world knowing about it, because the media is chasing on your tale; he could be that designated driver, you could use, to get you from point A to point B without the fans and media trailing behind you and knowing every detail of your business!"

Ann Hathaway explained.

"We all need real good friends wherever we are in the world... you understand, what I'm saying to you?"

Ann went on, hoping Whitney would get some clarity in her long explanation of having all different kinds of friends from all sphere of the universe because one never knows when they are going to need them.

Reading Whitney's eyes, and realizing that she was reflecting on the words that she had just spoken, Ann gave her hand a gently squeeze and a rub. And soon, Whitney was looking into Ann's eyes, gently rubbing her hands, nodding her head and indicating to her that she understood exactly, what was being said to her.

Benjamin then turn his attention to Ann Hathaway, complimenting her for being understanding and for her knowledge of what he was trying to propose to her mentee. And forty-five minutes after being on the road, and being driven by Mr. Clive Wilson driver, they were now finally pulling up at the Sherrington Hotel building.

Ann was impressed by the sight of the hotel building, and few seconds later, Benjamin Twain was hauling his passengers' luggage to the front desk of the hotel where they would be staying and also making sure that all the paperwork were signed and in placed in order; so they could finally be escorted to their room without any glitches.

Benjamin's keenness and attentiveness had really caught Ann's attention, and she felt the urge to give him her number. So, she wrote it down on a piece of paper, placed an hundred dollar bill inside the paper, and then handed it to him.

"I think you are a very special young man, and I thank you for bringing us here safe and sound and making sure that all is well with us before running off and leaving us here. And I will certainly let Mr. Wilson know, you were very wonderful, and don't hesitate to call me if you ever need help with anything!"

Ann Hathaway expressed.

In Ann's mind, she was only gathering her team, because she knew with Whitney signing this important record deal, becoming famous worldwide, she would be soon needing eyes and ears everywhere. Whenever she was unable to get some of the information needed for herself and also for Whitney. She had a pretty good idea of how this business operated and pretty much knew that the unseen eyes and ears can sometimes be more effective that those with badges and those on the official payroll.

Bowing his head, he thanked her, reached for his pen, and then ask the receptionist for a piece of paper. He wrote his number down on the piece of paper in his hand, then placed it into Ann's hands. And soon, he announced to her... in the hearing of the receptionist standing behind the counter; that this was the other number Mr. Wilson wanted her to have as he winked at her and gave her a playful smile.

Observing the phone number and the writing on the note stating;

"When in town, please feel free to call me!"

Ann smiled and said.

"Thank you, very much Mr. Twain for all your assistance!"

She wasn't expecting him to hand over his phone number to her!

Because, she somehow presumed that he would eventually give her a phone ring, and in that way, she would have gotten his telephone number. Assuming, that sharing his private phone number with the clients or passengers was a big no-no... against the policy of the company he was working for!

But now, it was in the palm of her hands, and she was just delighted to have it there as well so she could call him, if she ever needed him!

The hotel receptionist, got Ann's attention away from Benjamin, submitting to her the key-card to her room, giving her the room number and also calling one of the hotel chuffer to assist her onto the third floor and to her room with her luggage.

Quickly, the hotel chuffer came to the front desk, placed Whitney and Ann's belongings onto one of the hotel trollies and then began pushing them unto the hotel elevator. Meanwhile, Whitney had her grip around Ann's forearm as though they were in a tog-and-war game, as Ann backed into the elevator while waving good-bye and smiling with her new best friend, Benjamin Twain.

Reaching the third floor of the hotel building, the hotel chuffer unloaded their belongings inside their room, then bid them fare-well, but not before Ann popped a twenty-dollar bill, in the palm of his hand with much enthusiasm. Because, even though, she was dead tire, she still wanted to be polite and leave a good impression on those she had any encounter with, especially those working inside the hotel. She also bid Whitney to do the same, because very soon, the public's eye was going to be on her. And she wanted no reporters addressing her shamefully or pointing fingers at her in an undesirable or destructive manner.

Entering their hotel suite, Ann could see that it was already stock with cupcakes, juices, cheese, crackers, wine; and also a big basket of fresh fruits waiting there for them. The bedrooms, were very beautiful, smelled heavenly and richly decorated to suit the likeness of royalties and those with very fine taste.

They were both very hungry and wanted to take advantage of the room service at that hour of the night. But since they had been on a very long journey and they were dead tired, plus, it was quite late, and they thought enough complimentary snacks were already there inside their hotel room. Which could definitely keep their growling stomachs full until it was time for having breakfast. Therefore, the both ladies ate most of what was in plain sight, showered and then went straight to bed.

Because they knew, the following day was going to be one of very great importance and they both needed to wake up early and prepare themselves for their meeting with Clive Wilson.

Ultimately, signing and sealing the deal of both their fates!

Since Ann intended on getting a nice ten percent cut from whatever Whitney had obtain from her record sales. Especially, since she has been the one making all the connections so far, spending her own money for that initial tour and tiringly rehearsing multiple songs with her; getting her to this place of perfection. Not to mention all the clothing, accessories and footwear she had to folk out from her own pocket so Whitney could look presentable on the stage. Which, she never asked for a red cent back of all those expenditures.

But now the wheels were all greased up and spinning... it was now a totally different ballgame!

Ann was expecting to get compensated for most of her hard work, and whatever other tasks Whitney was going to be requesting of her to do in the future. Which, presuming, would have to be something to do with her being her shopper-round and possibly her manager. Considering, she was her most trusted friend, allied and navigator in this music business, so far.

However, it was now daybreak and Whitney and Ann didn't feel like eating anything too much, especially since they had eaten most of the hotel's complimentary provision late last night after entering their room. Plus, they would be having lunch with Clive Wilson in the next three or four hours from now. So instead of getting room service to bring them the entire kitchen on a platter, they decided to go on a light fasting - eating only the fruits that were left from the night before, and patiently wait for went it was time to have their lunch and business meeting with Clive Wilson.

Eleven o'clock sharp Whitney and Ann began preparing themselves to have their lunch meeting with music producer and sign off on the contract that he was presenting to Whitney. And since it was their very first meeting with him, neither of them wanted to show up for their meeting late and looking shabby.

Elegantly dressed, in their business dark colored business suite and looking quite professional, Ann and Whitney were now in the hotel elevator which began taking them down into the hotel lobby where they would exit and seek directions for the restaurant where their meeting was going to be held.

Few minutes later, they were walking off the elevator and standing in the middle of the lobby looking around and looking confused and seeking for directions. And soon after both ladies had been given the directions of where the eatery was located; both women began making their way towards the restaurant where they supposed to have their meeting held with the famous music producer, director and promoter.

Positively identified, they were guess of the famous and influential Clive Wilson, Ann and Whitney were ushered to their seats where they were offered something to drink! Because Clive Wilson had made the reservation for them already with the kitchen staff of the hotel.

But, since it was mid-day and both ladies wanted to keep their mental faculties' in-check, they both decided on have fruit-punches and plan on skipping the liquor or alcoholic beverages until after the meeting and contract was discussed and then signed.

After sitting there in that very sophisticated restaurant for one hour watching everyone else eating, enjoying themselves and doing their business transactions, and Clive Wilson hadn't shown up or called to say that he was going to be late, Ann became very worried.

Waiting a while longer - two hours to be exact, they were still seated there, all this time, watching guess and visitors going and coming, and still yet, there wasn't any word from their host. It was now three hours later and Clive Wilson hadn't shown up to greet them or proceed with their business meeting as planned.

Ann Hathaway became quite aggravated, as if, she was about to lose her mind. Causing some of the guest left inside the restaurant to start staring at her, as she jumped up and down - got up from her seat repeatedly with much agitation like she was experiencing an insolent shock!

"Were they duked... were they tricked by Clive Wilson?"

Ann thought to herself.

Was Clive Wilson really a music producer and promoter as he had claimed to be?

However, Whitney still in her state of rationality, clutching to hope and optimism; called one of the waiter over to their table and asked him if someone could please call or page Mr. Clive Wilson's room. Letting him know that they were there for over three hours waiting for him to come and meet with them for lunch and talk about her future.

"That would be all?"

The waiter politely responded; hoping for either of them to order something on the menu especially, since they had been sitting there for quite some time now and hadn't ordered a damn think to eat or drink from the menu sheet laying on the table in front of them.

"Please, Sir, it's very important!"

Whitney interjected.

Seeing the desperation in her eyes and the very sad look upon her face, the waiter hasted himself away from where he was standing and ran off behind the counters of the restaurant.

Whitney could see him putting away the small white towel he had over his forearm and picking up the phone and dialing the number. What the exact content of the conversation was about, she couldn't tell. But his body language spoke volume... the day wasn't going to go as planned, and that something just wasn't right!

Patiently, she sat there clasping and rubbing Ann's hands, eager to get up from where she was seated and run over to where the waiter stood, talking on the phone, and ask him; what the hell was wrong?

But being surrounded by class, sophistication, and well-mannered dignitaries, Whitney wouldn't let her image be spoiled by some guy who was holding the keys to her dreams in his hands and showering her with the ultimate situation of disappointment, disillusionment and displeasure when touching gold, was just inches away from her hands and in her own life.

Feet tapping on the floor and shaking, Whitney's eyes set steadfast on the waiter, as he keenly converse with whomever that was on the opposite end of the phone line with him.

She was overwhelm with anxiousness as she nervously await his response! Here heart began beating faster and faster, just from the anticipation of hearing what he had to say to her!

"Come on, come on... what is taking you so long?"

Whitney mumbled to herself while her feet went on shaking and tapping on the floors nervously!

Soon, the phone was out of his hands; back on the receiver and then he started heading back towards her, swiftly.

Politely, he nodded and then spoke.

"I'm very sorry to report this news to you, Madam. But Mr. Wilson won't be joining you for lunch today; because he recently suffered a heart-attack and he is on his way to the emergency room, right now!"

Dumfounded and in great disbelief, Whitney's jaws dropped, and soon, her hands were covering her mouth while her eyes, popped wide open!

"You must be kidding me!"

Ann lashed out loudly.

"We are coming all the way from New Jersey and now is the time he decides on having a damn heart-attack... what are we supposed to do now?"

Ann continued venting trying to release the fear consuming her and cope with her state of shock!

"Are you ladies ready to order now?"

The waiter asked.

"Hand me the menu!"

Ann unintentionally barked at the waiter.

"It's on the table, under your hands!"

The waiter replied.

Seeing Ann indecisiveness, the waiter mentioned to her that she could order anything on the menu that she wanted to eat because Mr. Clive Wilson already had the bills covered.

But Ann wasn't the type to take advantage of a situation because it was easy for her to do so, or, there was a lope-hole indicating that such could be done, and neither was Whitney... that wasn't apart of either lady's personality! They were reasonable, fair, and dignified human beings.

Nonetheless, they both were starving right now and were going to order a good amount of food that was going to fill them up and keep them going strong for another day.

And thirty minutes later, the waiter was bringing back to them a large tray packed with the food they had requested; containing the main course, desserts and snacks they wanted to bring back to their room for later when they were feeling like munching on something.

Just after eating up most of what they had ordered, filling their stomachs, comforting their worrying frustration, Whitney and Ann began making their way back to the elevator and eventually return to their room. But while on the elevator, people were talking and they were talking about what had happened to Clive Wilson inside his hotel room, and how he was lucky that his assistance was there to help him by calling the city's emergency number right away and at the time when she had.

Hearing that information the ladies abandon the trip to their room, went back down on the elevator and back to the hotel lobby where they went to front desk enquiring about what room Clive Wilson was in, if there was anyone still there who they could speak to about his condition or what hospital he had gone to for treatment.

But seeing them, the receptionist right away presumed that they weren't related to him and told them that this wasn't a situation for celebrity fanatics or for any journalist trying to investigate the next big news, especially, since one had already slipped passed her and made her way upon the elevator and to his room. Causing him to be calling the front desk screaming; that he was paying big money for his privacy here, and didn't want the media showing up at his room and disturbing his quietness.

Looking at the receptionist badge pinned to the right side of her uniform, Ann began addressing her by name and soon, she began explaining their situation to her in a more detail manner.

"Ms. Clarke, you don't understand! He is the reason why we flew all the way from New Jersey... to conduct a meeting with him! He is the person paying for us being here in this hotel at this moment! I would appreciate, if we could speak to his assistance and get some information about how he is doing, or what hospital he was sent to; so we could go there and visit him; please!"

Ann pleaded.

"Please, it's very important that we talk to his assistance or speak with someone in relations to him! Trust me, young lady; we have nothing to do with the media or hounding him!"

Ann stated firmly.

Briefly, the receptionist stood there at the desk, giving them a dead stare; analyzing her thoughts on how to handle this unusual matter.

Minutes later, she held the phone in her hand and began dialing the number to Clive Wilson assistance. Getting a response, she began giving details to her situation at the front desk with the two ladies claiming to be staying at the hotel under Mr. Wilson tab. And how much she didn't need a scene in the hotel lobby this time of the day because of these two not getting what they wanted.

But just after giving Clive Wilson's assistant their full names, the receptionist was permitted to send them to her hotel room, also located on the seventh floor of the building.

Rushing back to catch the elevator, Whitney and Ann thanked the receptionist and soon they were making their way up to the seventh floor of the hotel building to meet with Clive Wilson's assistance. And minutes later, they were standing in from of the door marked 721 and knocking on the massive mahogany door.

Looking at one end of the corridor to the next, Whitney thought to herself, this must be where the very rich stay while vacationing or doing business in California.

Seconds later, the door which they were standing in front of was opened by a tall caramel skin woman; smelling sweet as roses, and elegantly dressed.

Smiling, she offered them to come inside the room and be seated. When they were seated, she offered them something to drink after introducing herself to them as Francine Hemmings, Clive Wilson's assistance. But since, they were just heading from the restaurant and served platters with all kinds of food, they generously declined her offer, and went on to talk about why they were there and started discussing business.

"How's Mr. Wilson doing... is he going to make it out of this ailing condition; alright?"

Ann inquired with a worrying look on her face.

"Honestly, I can't tell you that! I just have to wait for the doctor's prognosis and then take it from there!"

Francine Hemmings replied.

"His family will be flying from Texas to be by his side just in case, his condition gets any worse!"

She went on to reveal.

However, Ann and Whitney had their own situation which needed addressing at this very moment on the back of their minds. And just after Francine conveyed to them about her boss's condition and how she wasn't sure about his turn around period, Ann jumped at the chance to question her about their record deal and the contract that Whitney was there to sign.

Clive Wilson assistance having most, if not all the details of how he operated this business; she when on to informed Whitney and Ann that if her boss doesn't recover as expected to, she would have to give the contract over to one of his partners in the business, since he wouldn't be able to handle it personally anymore.

Or, she could still let her sign the contract with Clive Wilson and oversee all that needed to be done under his supervision until he starts feeling better to handle it himself.

And if, they were impatient and wanted to move on, she could easily give Ms. Hathaway and Washington numbers to other music producers who were reputable and could certainly help Whitney to get where she wanted to go in her singing career.

A decision had to be made, but Ann wasn't quite ready to make that decision as yet! She wanted to stall for a while and see how much her initial proposer would be fairing off with his health. Francine Hemmings also agreed that they should hold off a little bit; at least for a week, and see what fate will bring to their circumstances.

But after eyeing Whitney, Francine gave her a full lowdown of what she should be doing with herself; because as much as she could sing, she needed to start addressing the issues with her physical appearance.

"As you can see, I'm a chubby queen!"

"But, most of these producers don't want to be in any deals with you, unless, you are the full package! So you have to go to them looking like you are already a star before signing any contracts with them! Even my boss thinks that's important, but he will give you an allowance so you can get yourself all titivated up... you can look your very best, in the watching eyes of the public! You understand what I mean?"

Francine asked.

Instead of responding, Whitney looked into Ann's eyes with a worried look on her face. The thoughts of how her mother had treated her because of her weight came rushing through her mind; and now she was feeling perplexed - troubled about taking this music deal.

Because, she had tried very hard to buried those feelings of shame in a deep place within herself and now a nerve was hit, bringing all those pain back to the surface of her mind. Causing her to wonder how long was she going to put up with persons telling her about her body image... how she should look, act and dress! She considered herself to be a classy young lady and had some ideas of how she wanted to portray herself in the public eyes, even with the growing pounds on her body.

Soon, she began remembering the words of her doctor while she was admitted inside the hospital after fainting at her school and being diagnose with anorexia nervosa.

"You should focus on being healthy!"

He had told her.

But eating well and rehearsing numerous songs, obviously wasn't cutting it - keeping her heathy! Because it was almost little over a year and she hadn't done any physical exercises and presumed, it was now showing on her according to how Francine Hemmings was staring at her while talking to her.

However, Francine was working with the man who had intentions of giving her the biggest opportunity of her life and knew much more than her what was going on the minds of these music producers, promoters and productions managers.

So, Whitney sat there for a while, sucking up all her body-shaming and criticisms with a grain of salt, realizing that she too was on the plump side, and was only giving her, the real deal of the happenings in the music industry.

Also, she further came to terms that Francine wasn't the one who would be going on stage and singing to make her daily bread. Furthermore, there were going to be many more like her who would be making mention of her weight - her body image, once she hit the international stage, regardless of what their own appearances were looking like.

Not getting any immediate response form Whitney about what she had just stated to her, Francine went on explaining to her that she wasn't trying to offend her, and how much she apologize, if she had done so. But she was only cautioning her on what to expect from those who could make it happen for her in this business. And how, if her boss was there in the room with them, he certainly would have expressed the same sentiments or views to her but probably in a nicer way.

Trying to bring a little lightheartedness to this present moment of gloom, Francine excitingly made a proposal.

"The hotel has a very nice gym and pool here! All three of us could go there in the morning, do some working-out there, and also get treated in the spa!"

"And who is going to be paying for all that extra facilitations?"

Ann asked with squinted eyes.

"Mr. Wilson has it all covered, I'm sure! Plus, he is a shareholder in this hotel, so automatically, some of these amenities are accessible to him and all those who he brings here for one reason or another!"

Francine explained.

"You must love this job very much; I suppose?"

Ann asked with much curiosity in her voice.

Francine mind was instantly jolted and travelled away by some disturbing thoughts of her past, and Ann could see her countenance changing, as she reflected before giving her an answer.

"It's a bitter sweet position to have!"

She said.

While she walked over to the tiny refrigerator and pulled from it a tiny box of assorted chocolate and came back to sit, where she was seated before after asking Ann and Whitney, if they wanted any of the chocolate.

There decline had left them alone to sit with the box of chocolate on her lap, as she picked out those she thought had some form of nuts inside of it; and began placing them inside her mouth as she went on to tell them about the good and the bad side of her job.

"Because of this job, I get to travel to some places that most persons only dream about. Sleep in some of the best hotels all over the country and the world! Eat some of the best foods ever provided by man's hands! And I'm sure, you can tell, by the look of my rosy cheeks and voluptuousness! You know, I was barely a hundred and ten pounds when I started working this job! And look at me now; climbing the ladder up to a good hundred and seventy or seventy-five pounds!"

"The salary is pretty good also... can't complain about that!"

Francine mentioned.

"However, where does this job leaves me with doing fun stuff in life; joining friends and family or even finding someone and going out on a date with him? As I say, hi to a brother, I then have to say bye! Knowing, I might never passed his pathway ever again!"

"It's moments like these when persons like you come along; that I ever get the chance to socialize with anyone! Away from that, it's strictly business... Francine make the contract for this person and that person! Francine do this, Francine make sure that such and such is done! Francine we are going to Rome in the next two days or wherever else in the world that the business is going to take us! And the list goes on and on with many reoccurring decimals leading the trail!"

Francine concluded sadly.

And when Francine was done giving the story of her professional life, Ann and Whitney felt a tiny sense of sympathy for her. Because, they both knew that many would kill... well, not really kill, but would do just about anything, to have a job just like hers.

Within that very moment of sharing her fortune and misfortune of occupation, Francine made mention that she would be going to the hospital the following day to see her boss, Clive Wilson. And they were welcome to come along with her for the ride if they wanted to. And how Mr. Wilson, if not in dire shape, would be very happy to see them there at his bedside during this time of his health troubles.

Grateful for her offering them such an opportunity to come along with her for the ride to see her boss, Whitney and Ann accepted the kind gesture with great enthusiasm. Seconds later, they were telling Francine, they would meet up with her in the hotel lobby soon after they had gotten back from using the gym, returning to their room and having their showers.

Their agreement were now verbally signed and sealed and all three ladies were looking forward for their adventures the following day. It was now getting late, and both Ann and Whitney wanted to get back to their rooms and get into their beds. But before saying good-by to Francine, Ann took a handful of the assorted chocolate still sitting on her lap, stating that she wanted them to munch on later in the night when she was feeling barky. Since those given to them upon their arrival at the hotel last night were totally consumed, because they were too tired to call for room service to bring them something to eat at that hour of the night.

Not expecting the unexpected, Ann and Whitney were shocked when Francine got up from where she was sitting, walked over to one of the vanities and pulled out a very large bag filled with various kinds and brands of chocolate. Smilingly, she then placed them on the bed and said.

"Please, take whatever you want! I would only have dragged these along with me to another city, state or country if you guys hadn't visit me!"

Ann took whatever she wanted from the pile, and just like Francine, she chose those that had some form of nuts inside of them. Her bag packed with sweets, she was now ready to do.

Shortly afterwards, Ann and Whitney were telling Francine they were happy to have met her, how they enjoyed talking with her and then began waving to her their good-byes as they made their way towards the elevator doors. Meanwhile, she stood by the door doing the same to them... waving while waiting for them to make it to the elevator, so she could close her door behind them and prepare for her bed.

Walking onto the elevator and making their way back to the third floor of the hotel, Ann hugged onto Whitney, trying to cheer away whatever disappointing feelings she was experiencing at the time. Repeatedly, telling her not to worry about their setbacks, because tomorrow would certainly be another day for them to move forward with their dream.

And, if Clive Wilson didn't pull through for them, she was sure, someone else would, especially now that they were in contact with Francine Hemmings and out in California.

Entering their rooms, Ann immediately turned on the television and began flipping through the local channels which were mainly giving details of celebrities and their lifestyles, and what work this or that actor was about to embark upon next.

The weather report said it would be a beautiful day tomorrow which both ladies were thankful for, then there were a few mentions of crime in downtown area far away from the Hollywood walk of fame or where all the prominent movie stars would just hang-out and men with cameras would be flocking them and just click, click, click away with their cameras, trying to get that perfect shot to sell the tabloid news or any other interested party.

Ann decided to settle on one of the HBO channels and watch herself a nice movie while she snack away on those delicious chocolate she had gotten from Francine's room to calm away on whatever anxiety she was experiencing in the moment. While Whitney, decided, she would go inside the bathroom, fill the bathtub with water, sweet smelling soaps, and some of those sweet aromatic oils provided by the hotel, and then just soak away all her worries.

Both ladies treating their stresses differently knew that the moment would soon come to an end. Because, Thursday would be another tedious day for both of them and a goodnight's rest was paramount - essential for them to have and thrive on the following day.

Especially, since both of them had committed themselves to getting up early the following morning and working-out in the hotel's gym downstairs, with Francine.

However, would Whitney ever train her voluptuous body into that lean and lanky physique which society usually craves for, in their female celebrities?

Or, would she fall back into the depths of death's door; becoming an anorexic once again?