A Second Chance at Life - Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO: KICKING OFF

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Photo is what I kinda pictured Shane to be, maybe just a little bit less glamorous though.

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"One spot of trouble out of anyone and you're off the show, got it!". That was the director, Charles Holmes. "You can do anything you want but as soon as you have a meeting with the cops, you're on your way back to whichever hole you crawled out of!". This guy meant serious business. But then I guess he would seeing as how half the investment into the show was his. The other half of the show belong to some highly acclaimed actor who for some reason did not wish to be named until the end of the season when he would make an appearance on the reunion show.

It was our first day on set which was at a beach house on the coast of the Californian beaches. It was warm down here, a change from the cold Washington state of which I formerly resided in. The house was a two level pad that belonged to some middle aged bachelor who had gotten good money out of leasing it for the studio's use. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a sauna in the outside deck upstairs and a comfortable size living area plus a kitchen. The house was halfway from the beach and the city so basically it was every socialite's dream home. Instead, I wasn't a socialite, not even close. I had a feeling I was going to take awhile to get used to this arrangement but I was determined to become a part of this new life and not sit on the sidelines like how I'd been doing my whole life.

There were eight of us. Four girls and four guys. All between the ages of 21 and 26. It had been arranged for the girls to move in to the house first. The boys had been held at another pad for the time being. I guess they wanted us girls to settle first before meeting the opposite sex. The rooming arrangement was that, two would be assigned to each room, and it didn't have to be girl bunking with girl. I quickly made acquaintance with the other three girls. They all came off as pretty decent girls, well decent party girls that was. I knew I would be the odd one out but I wasn't about to let anyone know that. I would keep up appearances and somehow just mold myself in time to this new lifestyle. Donna Kournikova was a 24 year old Russian and Mexican American from New Jersey. She had designer cut shoulder length brown hair with green eyes and for a Mexican she was pretty fair. I guess her Russian side came off stronger. However other than her features, everything else was Mexicana. Sporting a blue tank top exposing her midriff and skin tight skinny jeans, she easily gave off the air that you get with Mexican woman.

At first I thought it would be tough getting along with someone like her, so different from myself but I was quickly surprised, "Hey I'm Donna, you're Shane I know...I figured since the other two girls were Cuban and would probably get along better, you wouldn't mind bunking with me?" she was pretty much to the point but I wasn't fussed. "Umm sure you just made things a whole lot easier I guess." I laughed. "oh and don't worry, I'm not as much of a bitch as I look," she laughed, "I'm only here for one reason and that is to parrrrrrtaaaay, oh and hook up with some cute boys hahaahaha...I'm pretty wild but I mind my own business and don't usually have anything against anyone unless they take what's mine." I knew then that she and I were going to get along just fine, and even better I might even take a few tips from her. "that sounds fine with me" I reassured, "I'm not looking to get in anyone's way, just enjoy myself as well I guess." I smiled and we both knew we'd be close.

"Hi guys, I figured from you're laughter you had decided to room together?". The girl who spoke was a small dark brunette with dark olive skin and dark eyes to match. She looked cute and when she spoke you could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yup got that right," said Donna. "I'm donna and this is Shane, what are you're names?".

"Oh that's great we were hoping to room with each other too...I'm Honour by the way and this is Ashley. We're both Cuban American. I'm 21 and ash is 24."

"Isn't this exciting!." Ashley piped in. She as it turned out to be, was a catalog model. With tanned legs that seemed to go on forever and short blonde dyed hair with light brown eyes. I guess it was safe to say that all the girls I was housing with were pretty gorgeous in their own ways.

After getting to know each other for like an hour I was able to deduce that all three of them were party animals. I was the only college graduate of the four of us. Donna had been a showgirl in jersey and had recently had her breasts enlarged as a birthday gift to herself. She had a boyfriend but didn't really care much for him. Honor had been working as a bartender in New Orleans before she decided to audition for the show. She hadn't had a boyfriend in months which was fair enough seeing as how she had a habit of bringing different guys home to her apartment after work most nights. Ashley liked to be pursued and she had been doing some small modeling jobs around Nevada where she lived. Ash, as it turned out, had lost her virginity at 12. This was a whole lot for me to take in and I quickly made up a story of how I loved partying and often didn't like getting with guys as they got in the way of me enjoying my life. It was pretty convincing and I knew I had a whole lot to learn.

We were still chatting amongst ourselves glad that we had settled in pretty fast when Holmes came up to us. "Okay my lovely ladies, I take it you have gotten to know each other enough for now, so now I'd like you to come into the living area and we're going to bring the guys in. they're outside now so once we get them in we'll start talking house rules in front of the camera."

"Oooooh boys!" squealed Honor in delight. Ashley was on the edge of her seat and Donna had already pulled out her small compact mirror from her handbag. I too was nervous, actually maybe freaking out a bit too, because never in my life had I lived under the same roof as a boy, let alone four!