| Soap Sins April 17, 2013 CHAPTER 55 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. LINK ONLY! Love, Lust, and the Law! Previously on SOAP SINS Chip the producer found himself face to face with an armed intruder in the foyer of his Bel Air mansion. The intruder raised his gun and proceeded to pull the trigger ... The story now continues ... - It was like a scene out of a soap opera. Chip the producer, who had been in a coma for weeks, was in a hospital bed, eyes closed, the love of his life at his side, reading to him. They called her the African Queen. Statuesque and stunning, she had managed to evade the press every time she visited, to read to Chip. Dakota, the soap star and fellow producer, did not have the heart to tell her that Chip would not have appreciated the Shakespearian sonnets she read him. He was all about showbiz, that's what ran through his veins. In fact, the Shakespearian sonnets might have made him not want to wake up. - Dakota closed the door behind herself and removed her Dior cat sunglasses. "The police still have no idea who shot him that night in his Bel Air mansion." - The African Queen shut the book of Shakespeare and stood up. "You should ask your psychic, Madame Etelka." - Dakota sighed. "I would if I could find her. She disappeared after the network dropped her from the show. They have been more controlling than ever since they picked us up again. Creative control, personal control, information control. They are all about everything control now." - When she went to the weekly meeting with the network executives later that day, she updated them on Chip's status. He was still in a coma, which meant she alone was in charge of storylines. And what storylines they were! They pushed the boundaries, made you laugh, cry, root for couples, and want to throw things at the TV sometimes. - Soap operas were reinventing themselves, showing up online, prime time, daytime, all the time. There were casting decisions to be made, umbrella storylines to discuss with the new head writer (head writers got changed so fast they were always new), and truckloads of makeup to order. It was more than a profession - it was a way of life and Dakota was feeling the pressure. Because there were only 24 hours in a day, she had not even been able to join her prime time husband and son on a camping trip. - Her house in the Hollywood Hills was quiet when she got home that night. She kicked off her five inch heels and settled down on the leather sofa to go through the scripts for the next ten episodes, to check for character continuity. There was nothing she hated more than a character who acted out of character. Unlike others in the business, she lived and breathed the show and knew its history, also partly thanks to the oh so hunky leading man who was considered the show historian. She had just reached a part in the script when her character and the hunky leading man/show historian were about to lock lips ... - Ring ring! Back to reality. Her pink phone was on the Italian glass coffee table so she reached over and picked it up. - "Hello?" - "Ms. Diamond ..." - "That's Diamonelle." - "Oh, sorry. Ms. Diamonelle, this is Harold Huff of Huff and Puff Law Associates in Las Vegas. I am calling to inform you that my new client was accused of drunken and disorderly conduct at the casino." - "And I should care because ...?" - "The individual is a family member of yours." - Dakota's famous red lips frowned slightly. "I thought my husband was camping up north. You mean to tell me he was arrested for drunken and disorderly conduct at a casino in Vegas?!" - "Er, no,not your husband. It was your ten year old son Christopher. Now, about my fees ..." |
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