Eric: D'Oh! Curse you Oneshot!

Sarah: you know this is all very interesting

Eric: I thought you said you and cubicle took care of him

Sarah: well he must've recovered.

Eric: humph I must fix this.

Sarah:you know the original author of this fic has yet to pop in and i'm
curious as to what she thinks of all this.

Eric: Yes so am i.  I mean this story has gotten so far away from what
it was originally intended.

Sarah: true you know the original author has totally disappeared. Gigi? 
Hello Gigi?  you out there somewhere?

Eric: anyways I think i'll finish this humm... lets see here we'll have
Mousse murdered on the way home or something like that.

Sarah: oh you're just in a foul mood cuz you had a long conversation
with Amber again.

Eric: Quiet You!This story demands a sad ending.

Sarah: *erupts into a pillar of flame* I think not.

Eric: No I must make sad ending!

Sarah:*powerblasts Eric across the room, out the door and into the
street* nope, not tonight, I hereby declare this little feud....
OVER! G'night all!  If Eric was concious he'd admit defeat but i'm
gracious enough to offer it for him instead, the little coward. *reaches
down, hits the send key and shuts down the computer*




OneShot wrote:

"Cut!" the director said into the megaphone "That's a wrap. Shampoo, you were
perfect"

Shampoo sat upright in the bed, removing the props the set used as restraints.
They were made of nothing more than a strip of velcro. She smiled to the
director and she got off the bed and proceeded toward Mousse, who had watched
her as she acted out the entire scene.

Mousse smiled at her "You did great, honey. I truely believed you were
suffering. I even felt sad when you pretended you character's lover had come
back"

Shampoo wiped a tear that threatened to fall from her eyes. As she acted out
that scene, she had momentarily thought that she was acting as herself, not some
make believe character that required her to act.

"That wraps it up for today" the director said to Shampoo "We'll see you
tomorrow. You did great. I don't think I've ever worked with an actor that could
act as well as you"

Shampoo bowed politely "Thank you"

Mousse placed his arm over Shampoo's shoulder as the two of them proceeded off
the set as everyone around them procceed to wrap thing up, putting away the
equipement.

Shampoo tilted her head, resting it against Mousse's shoulder as the two left
the recording studio.

"Shampoo, have I told you I loved you?" Mousse said as he and Shampoo stepped
out into fresh air outside the studio. The sky glowed orange from the setting
sun in the distant horizon.

"No"

"Well, I do" Mousse said "And don't you ever forget that"

-OneShot
Jeffrey Keith Wong: jeffwong@li.net
http://www.rit.edu/~jkw7063/fanfic/index.htm
http://www.li.net/~jeffwong/index.htm
The latter site has been updated on Sept 29th.

-- 
"I always hated stories that ended poorly. I
always felt cheated.  But you can't feel cheated
forever.  And then she woke up...
I suppose there are worse endings."
--Rose Walker, Lost Hearts
http://www.erols.com/eda104/