( nobodies gonna rain on my parade. )

[kody]

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TAG: Artie/Jack WORD COUNT: 574 OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: Glee! GRAPHICS: Me NOTES: it could have been way longer, haha.
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It was time to find another job. Lucia had just returned back to Los Angeles from shooting in Morroco. She played a minor character, the First Lady to the President, and she never minded helping out on set. She was sent home in April, and that was the month they were in. She came home to a manager telling her that she had a shoot with a swimsuit magazine the next day; which frustrated her because she was exhausted mostly from the heat. After that shoot Lucia got her manager on top of finding new roles that she could audition for, and she took all the extra time she had to practice her monologues. She was a well known lingerie model, and therefore she had to prove herself to casting directors. Not many models transitioned well into the acting world, despite the similarities between the two jobs. Models acted all the time, but not exactly with their voices. Gisele Bundchen was in the Devil Wears Prada, and Tyra Banks did tons of acting in her early years. But Lucia Ferrera wanted to be better than the two bombshells, which she had been compared to recently.

She dressed very simply, showing off her Morocco tanned skin. She donned a pair of denim shorts, a white v-neck with a purple scarf, and gladiator sandals. Her sunglasses sat on top of her head, and her Louis Vuitton hand bag on the floor next to her foot. Inside her bag was a headshot, what every actor should bring to every audition. The auditions were being held in an industrial size building that was made out of windows. Auditions were being held on the sixth floor. The casting session was by appointment only, by manager or actor. At the end of a long hallway was a sitting area, and a door that had a sign containing the title of the in production movie, and ‘casting session’ neatly typed underneath it. Lucia was not the only actor in the small sitting area. There were other woman, her age or younger, and a few men significantly older than her, by about ten years.

About ten minutes had passed, and people were coming in and out of the room, calling names. Lucia was thirty minutes early, which was normal for her. She was somewhat nervous, her palms were sweating. She stood up and crossed the room to a Culligan water machine, grabbed a cup and filled it up. She put the cup to her lips and began to drank, when she turned around who did she that had just entered the room? Her ex-husband, Artie Kendrick. She choked on her water, and placed a hand to her chest to regain her composure. They had not seen each other in five years, at least face to face. Five years ago was the divorce, and she had made it very clear that she never wanted to see him again. This was probably the worst possible time she could see him. She felt angry and sad, she thought she’d loved him, and she probably had, but the feelings went away during the marriage. She threw the cup away and trudged back over to her seat. She sat down, crossed her legs, and pretended to be occupied with her phone. But she couldn’t help but to glance over at him every so often. She was not going to leave, no matter how much she wanted to.

[artie]

I ALWAYS GET WHAT I DESERVE !

work had dried up a little lately, for artie. not like his drink glass. hed been drinking last night, even though his manager had advised him not to seeing as he had an audition this morning for an upcoming movie. he was quite excited for the audition, he liked the competitive feeling of facing up against someone else who could potentially steal the role and therefore the money from him. he didnt like that, he loved money so he had to get the role. it should be fun too, it was always fun to speak out a few lines and stand there looking good. the fact he had been in some major films before always made him think there was a better chance of him getting the role. he had more experience and all that, you know? but that wasnt always the case unfortunately. the last role he had gone for he hadnt got, even with his vast experience. it hadnt made him any less confident though. if anything he was over confident. getting the role only made him more confident and not getting the role didnt. he didnt care. not getting the role made him hate the other actors in the film and also the film. he wouldnt go to the premiere - he hates them anyway and he would make sure the guy who got his part knew he was angry. any talk show, which he also hated, who asked him about not getting the role he would not act bothered, but he would express his anger at the other actor. but hopefully that wouldnt happen today.

this morning, artie had woken up with a groggy head. he hadnt remembered about the audition until his manager had called his cell a few minutes ago. it had woken him up, luckily, or else he would have missed it for sure. he rolled out of bed and had a quick shower then gotten dressed. he had pulled on some jeans and a blue abercrombie and fitch t shirt. he liked tighter fitting clothes, it showed off his muscles a little, he thought it made girls fall for him straight away. to some it did, but the decent ones it didnt. he grabbed his favourite aviators and put them over his eyes before picking up his blackberry and leaving the house. it was a nice day. he didnt mind walking, except the paparazzi new where he lived. or had an apartment. he lived in los angeles but had a place in new york as well as hollywood. he had money. he liked to splash it around quite a lot.

when he had arrived at the studios he had gone straight to the sixth floor where the auditions were. it was quite an impressive building. the walls were pretty much glass, sometimes the windows reflected like mirrors and artie could check himself out slyly. he liked to make sure he looked good. the worst part about auditions was waiting in the waiting room. sat amongst all the other actors was bad, he didnt like the idol chatter. they were his rivals after all. there were a lot of younger women though. a lot of pretty younger women. he watched each one as they spoke with their managers or to the other girls sat around them. one girl stood up and walked to the water machine. he smiled, she was nice. she had a nice body and lovely, long legs. he watched as she took a drink and turned to walk back to her seat. shit. no, it wasnt. but it was. lucia - his ex wife. they hadnt seen eachother in a few years. honestly, artie wasnt too bothered but she was hot. no doubt. he liked the banter they had though. well, the arguments. so he called for her, "hey sugartits!" 'sugartits' was his pet name for her. he didnt care whether she liked it, but he did. he smiled sarcastically and waved at his ex wife. oh yes, fun times were about to begin.

written for lucia / dayna and is complete. there are 674 words and artie is wearing aviators, abercrombie tee, denim jeans and worker boots. all i have to say is im so gonna love artie/lucia. haha.

[kody]

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TAG: Artie/Jack WORD COUNT: 510 OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: Glee! GRAPHICS: Me NOTES: they're going to be fun to rp! and
i've got muse (:
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When Lucia entered the world of acting, she hadn’t thought about the possibility of ever having to work with her ex-husband. She had done a great job avoiding him all of those years, considering that they lived in the same city and all. While she was sitting there, staring at her phone, her mind was chanting to words: Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me.. It was more like a prayer, but for God to have listened to her would have been too much. She had plenty of pressure and other things to be worried about, like this audition for instance. She wasn’t even looking at him when he said, 'Hey sugartits!' But she knew that he was talking to her. Her body went stiff, and she dropped her phone in her purse. He had always called her that, and she had always hated it. ”Artie.” She replied, sober faced. ”Don’t call me that.” She told him angrily, rolling her eyes at him. She crossed her arms over her stomach, and her foot shook in agitation.

Maybe it would have been worse if he hadn’t said anything to her. She would rather him acknowledge her presence than ignore him. Which was hypocritical, because she planned on ignoring him for the entire thirty minutes that she had to sit outside of the door. She knew that she couldn’t be nice to him, and they were in a professional setting, in a room full of other actors and actresses that looked up to them, because they had already starred in some pretty huge movies. She didn’t want to fight with him, but somehow she knew he was going to egg on bad behavior from her. He had always enjoyed getting under her skin. Perhaps that was because he could always get a reaction out of her. To him it was usually pretty hilarious. He’d always laugh and insist that whatever he had done wasn’t that bad, and then a screaming match would consummate. When they were married one minute they would at each other throats, and then literally down each other’s throats. God how she despised him.

Since when did he have to audition for parts? Well, she hadn’t seen him act lately. ”I see that your career hasn’t died completely, yet.” She commented, making fun of him with a devilish smile. She had uncrossed both her legs and arms by now, trying to let the irritation flow out of her. When she was married to him, he looked more youthful, and now he had obviously aged. Probably from all of the alcohol and wild nights. She looked over at the clock; twenty-five minutes more of torture. ”How have you been?” Lucia asked, running her fingers through her long sandy blonde hair. She really didn’t care what he had to say, but she’d rather fill the silence with questions of her own, because if she didn’t, he was going to talk to her anyway, and she would much rather control the conversation.

[artie]

I ALWAYS GET WHAT I DESERVE !

honestly? most of the conversations they had had when they were married were actually not conversations. artie would say something that would spark a reaction from lucia, he would laugh, she would get annoyed and they would argue. it was fun getting reactions out of people. he found it was very, very easy to get a reaction out of his ex wife. like he had just demonstrated. he smiled sweetly. sarcastically. he knew she didnt like the name which was why he called her it. he remember often going home after a day at work and sitting down on the couch, switching on the tv and just sitting, waiting for her to come home. he was a slob when they were married. and a dog. he wouldnt make his own dinner, he didnt think it was his job. he had a very objective view of women, probably stemming from how his father treated the women he brought round. although he didnt want to admit it the pictures fell off his wall almost every night. if you catch my drift. and he wouldnt have been surprised if the pictures fell off the walls in the house he had shared with lucia either as they always made out and usually had make up sex after fighting. that was what he loved about his ex wife.

she looked annoyed. no doubt it was at him. which made him smile more. he stood up, stretching a little first to show off his thick arms in his tight fitted t shirt, and walked over to where the blonde woman sat. he pulled up a chair and sat in front of her, straddling it like men always did in those action films when they were interrogating the protagonist. it was very butch, he thought, which was why he did it now. lucia was looking better than ever. but he didnt mention it. hed let himself go a little now he didnt have a permanent nag machine on his back about not excersising or eating right. damn woman, sex was his excersise and he got enough of that when he was with her. his ears pricked at her comment. he smiled, he could see old habits died hard. it seemed like some argument would form soon. good, he hadnt had quarell like with lucia in quite some time. actually, their last was the one when she told him she wanted a divorce. that had been a good one. but it hadnt ended in make outs or sex. which was a disappointment. seriously. artie had come to expect it after their arguments and harsh words to eachother but he somehow doubted that it would happen after this incident. at least not in front of everyone. he didnt think lucia would mind though, she had her fine body on display most of the time anyway.

"youd be correct, luce." he was a pig, was it so difficult to say luce and then ia? no, but he knew she liked being called lucia. and only that. he decided to add in his thought about her looks. "and i see you have no wrinkles yet. you must be thirty now?" he smiled as he thought of what to say next, he hoped it would get a return quip and perhaps stir a reaction from those sat near to them. "or can you afford botox now, honey?" the divorce settlement had been quick and easy to avoid too much press attention. hed given her half of the house and their possessions and $75,000. well, he hadnt given her the money. he bought her out of the house. he hadnt realised she was as well known or as talented an actress as she must have been though. so he figured she would have spare cash floating around. and didnt all models have plastic surgery? "i have been great, thanks for asking." he replied, not wanting to sound aggressive, just a little sarcastic. "what about your lovely self?" he leant his head on his hand which was raised on the back of the chair. he looked directly at her. through his years of acting he had learned that staring right at someone made them feel uncomfortable. or it should do, anyway.

written for lucia / dayna and is complete. there are 706 words and artie is wearing aviators, abercrombie tee, denim jeans and worker boots. all i have to say is im so gonna love artie/lucia. haha.

[kody]

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TAG: Artie/Jack WORD COUNT: 576 OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: Glee! GRAPHICS: Me NOTES: sorry that took too long to reply to
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When they were married, they argued all the time, nearly every day. About how much of a man he wasn’t. She put him down often, out of anger, but he’d put her down too. They made a lot of low blows, and Lucia had never been so angry at another human being ever in her life. It was a love hate relationship; that quickly just turned into just hate. It was still a hate relationship. Lucia did not know how the handle herself when she was angry at her ex-husband. She grew up as a child in Israel, men and woman did not fight in front of their children, and from Lucia’s knowledge, she thought that her parents never fought. When they moved to America nothing changed. The family became more cultured, and that was about it. Lucia’s siblings seemed to be happily married too, and she knows of some of her siblings marital issues, but they silently deal with it. The Ferrera’s have never been good at expressing their emotions openly to other people. Except Lucia, who’s only emotion she ever really expresses is anger. Could you imagine if Artie and Lucia ever had children? What a disaster, for the kids!

The only name Lucia never wanted to be called was Lucy, but Luce made her sound like a straight up slut, since it came out to be loose and what not. She used to call him Art. They both had vowels at the end of their names that were easy to drop. That was one of the very few things they had in common. She cleared her throat, “Thirty in June.” Which meant ‘No, I’m not thirty yet!’. Lucia didn’t think that she was that old, but after having spent multiple months on set with a bunch of young actors between the ages of twenty and twenty-five, she gained the name ‘Cougar’ and they made her feel pretty old; sexy, but old none the less. ”Oh I could, but I don’t need botox. You’ve gotten a little soft in the middle. You don’t have your exercise equipment anymore.” She smirked. Lucia equals exercise equipment by the way. If anything, she wanted Artie to know that she was well off, and the money she had gotten from the divorce had been long gone. Lucia was an independent woman now, making her own money in the industry as a model and an actress. If she ever found another man, more than likely she would never go for another actor, and she would be supporting the both of them. She liked that thought.

”I am doing great. I just finished a movie in Morocco, it’s called Six Lives, I’m sure you’ve heard about it.” Why yes, she was bragging her successes on him. ”I also did a photo shoot yesterday for a swimsuit magazine. I have another shoot next week.” Rarely did she ever give out her list of accomplishments, but she really wanted to rub everything in Artie’s face. Her career had really taken off lately. Usually girls got their big break when they were young, but Lucia was being recognized as an almost thirty year old woman. She had always been known in the modeling world, but now people were beginning to notice her talents in acting as well. She was loving her life as of late. She couldn’t help but wonder If Artie would want to keep in touch after this, she hoped not.

[artie]

I ALWAYS GET WHAT I DESERVE !

artie had thought about children when he and lucia had been married. he doubted they would ever have children, or if he even wanted them with her. theyd be good looking, thats for sure. at least, they would be if artie wasnt sure once she hit thirty lucia would begin to turn into a total ugly dog. she wasnt showing any signs of turning into an ugly thing yet though. so maybe his judgement was wrong. not that he would ever admit it, even if it was in his head. that wasnt like him at all. he had to be right. he was the top dog in all of his relationships. well, his only real relationship had been with lucia. all the rest were just little one night things. he didnt try to keep in contact with anyone else. one thing he was pretty sure of though, if they were still together and had children they would be in the media all the time, probably for being 'bad parents' or something - fighting in front of them and stuff. it was a good thing they had no kin. he didnt want children too much with her, and the more he thought about it he wasnt sure he wanted children. full stop. arguments were fun, especially when he was winning, but he honestly wouldnt enjoy putting a little child through the ear ache that often had come from lucia and his arguments. it was just unfair.

he raised his eyebrows when she said when her birthday was. he had forgotten when it was now they were apart. hell, he didnt know when it was when they were together. he never remembered her birthday or special occasions. if he bought gifts it was a last minute thing when he saw birthday cards coming through for her. he never apologised either, if he did eventually remember. even if it was late. why should he? hed forked out $200 for some fancy evening gown or something for his 'beloved wife', she was happy and getting what she wanted and he was getting what he wanted too. a good time in the bedroom. and he smiled when he heard her retort about botox. he was happy to hear she still had it - the quick come back thing that is. it was always fun to hear what she was going to say next. usually it just made him laugh, and made him want to outdo her. which he usually could do. in his sleep. "touché sweetheart, its good to hear you still have the talk," he sat further back on the turned around chair but let his arm fall down onto her leg. she was beatiful, he could never say she wasnt no matter how much he hated her. she had to be to be a model anyway. she was right though. he didnt have his home gym anymore. he didnt excersise if his stuff wasnt there. he drank instead. so yeah, he was getting soft in the middle. he should start running some more, it would be summer soon and he wanted to have his body for the vacation season. he needed to go the beach. he missed the sea and sand. hopefully hed find a pretty young lady to go with him too.

he nodded as he took in her latest work too. he was impressed. he wasnt going to lie. and yes, he had heard of six lives. who hadnt? it was all over the press. and no doubt he would buy the magazine she was in. he liked to see the swim wear advertising. the dog. "im impressed luce, six lives sounds like its going to be a good film. i got tickets to the premiere actually," he grinned, he guessed she would know the sort of comment coming next, "maybe we could hook up on the back row for old times sakes, huh?" he laughed it off. he hoped he was annoying her. "you here for that vampire flick? not usually my thing, but ive been out a while. needed something to get me back into it." he was going for a minor role. a vampire that gets killed by this vampire thing called V. seriously not his normal role, but he needed money and attention. he missed being invited to opening nights of clubs and stuff. he needed to get his face out there so he got noticed by everyone. but more importantly all the pretty hollywood girls.

written for lucia / dayna and is complete, finally. there are 748 words and artie is wearing aviators, abercrombie tee, denim jeans and worker boots. all i have to say is sorry im so useless and it took so long!