07-12-2021, 05:13 PM
"Calm down," he said, amazed at her brashness. She was such a sweetheart on television - at least the character she played was. "I'm sure the electricity will come back on very soon." The minutes passed, and the electricity did not come back on. Rich stood patiently, while Candice paced back and forth frantically. "Not only will I be late for the meeting," she told herself, "but I have to stay here longer with THIS." She looked at the repairman, sneering.
"Did you do this?" she asked him, very angry. "Did you cause the electricity to go out just so you could be stuck in here with me?"
Rich laughed, and shook his head. "No way. I think the last thing I want is to be stuck in here with YOU, Miss Baker."
Candice gave him a mean look as she shook her head. "I'm going to call this damn hotel's front desk and see what the problem is!"
She reached back into her tote-bag and pulled out her celluar phone. "You do that," Rich said, dropping his tool belt and placing his tool box on the floor. "But I'm going to sit down and relax."
Candice found out from hotel administration that there was a major electricity blackout in the city. The hotel had a backup generator, which provided the dim lights that illuminated the elevator compartment, but the generator was not powerful enough to move the elevator. Angry, she demanded that they get a hotel worker to climb down the elevator shaft and get her out of here. But the administrator told her that would be too dangerous.
Candice then hung up, disgusted. A few minutes later, Candice had joined Rich on the floor, though she was seated on the other side of the elevator. She didn't want to be near him, at all. The starlet had calmed down considerably, although she was still furious on the inside for this power outage
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
Candice looked up, in response the question from Rich. She gave him another mean look and said, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your attitude," he replied, in a firm tone. "All I did was ask for one little autograph. That is no reason to blow up and explode in my face, in anger. I never did anything to you."
Candice sighed, then shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just EVERY single place I go, people want autographs. If they don't want autographs, people are taking pictures of me. I just don't like it. Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone.
" Ahh, Rich said to himself. The hint of an actual human being? "That's the price of being famous." "Still doesn't mean I have to like it,"
she sighed. "I would just like to have one day where I can go places and be myself, and not worry about being spotted or hounded for autographs."
"Regardless of who you are," Rich said, "you will get spotted with such a nasty attitude." "Who died and made you King?" she snarled back. Rich shook his head and laughed. "Forget it." There was a silence between them for at least a minute. They sat still, each wanting to get out of the others' sights. When would the damn electricity come back on?
"I'll give you an autograph," Candice said, in her nicest tone yet.
"Huh?" Rich asked, looking up at her in surprise. "I'll give you an autograph," she insisted, her voice returning to its normal tone. "I figure we might as well get along. God knows how long we'll be trapped in here." Candice was lying. She didn't want to get along with him. She just wanted to shut him up. She thought by giving him an autograph, he wouldn't bother her any longer "I don't want your damn autograph," he told her. "What?" she snapped. "I thought you did! What about your brother?" She reached into her tote-bag and pulled out a pad and paper. "Tell me his name and I'll write out a little message for him." Rich sighed in disgust, knowing how much his little brother would cherish an autograph from his favorite television actress.
"John. His name is John." Rich watched as Candice wrote out a message on her notepad. She ripped the sheet off and then gave it to him. "Dear John - Thanks for being a fan! Keep watching me on the show! Candice Baker"
"Did you do this?" she asked him, very angry. "Did you cause the electricity to go out just so you could be stuck in here with me?"
Rich laughed, and shook his head. "No way. I think the last thing I want is to be stuck in here with YOU, Miss Baker."
Candice gave him a mean look as she shook her head. "I'm going to call this damn hotel's front desk and see what the problem is!"
She reached back into her tote-bag and pulled out her celluar phone. "You do that," Rich said, dropping his tool belt and placing his tool box on the floor. "But I'm going to sit down and relax."
Candice found out from hotel administration that there was a major electricity blackout in the city. The hotel had a backup generator, which provided the dim lights that illuminated the elevator compartment, but the generator was not powerful enough to move the elevator. Angry, she demanded that they get a hotel worker to climb down the elevator shaft and get her out of here. But the administrator told her that would be too dangerous.
Candice then hung up, disgusted. A few minutes later, Candice had joined Rich on the floor, though she was seated on the other side of the elevator. She didn't want to be near him, at all. The starlet had calmed down considerably, although she was still furious on the inside for this power outage
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
Candice looked up, in response the question from Rich. She gave him another mean look and said, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your attitude," he replied, in a firm tone. "All I did was ask for one little autograph. That is no reason to blow up and explode in my face, in anger. I never did anything to you."
Candice sighed, then shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just EVERY single place I go, people want autographs. If they don't want autographs, people are taking pictures of me. I just don't like it. Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone.
" Ahh, Rich said to himself. The hint of an actual human being? "That's the price of being famous." "Still doesn't mean I have to like it,"
she sighed. "I would just like to have one day where I can go places and be myself, and not worry about being spotted or hounded for autographs."
"Regardless of who you are," Rich said, "you will get spotted with such a nasty attitude." "Who died and made you King?" she snarled back. Rich shook his head and laughed. "Forget it." There was a silence between them for at least a minute. They sat still, each wanting to get out of the others' sights. When would the damn electricity come back on?
"I'll give you an autograph," Candice said, in her nicest tone yet.
"Huh?" Rich asked, looking up at her in surprise. "I'll give you an autograph," she insisted, her voice returning to its normal tone. "I figure we might as well get along. God knows how long we'll be trapped in here." Candice was lying. She didn't want to get along with him. She just wanted to shut him up. She thought by giving him an autograph, he wouldn't bother her any longer "I don't want your damn autograph," he told her. "What?" she snapped. "I thought you did! What about your brother?" She reached into her tote-bag and pulled out a pad and paper. "Tell me his name and I'll write out a little message for him." Rich sighed in disgust, knowing how much his little brother would cherish an autograph from his favorite television actress.
"John. His name is John." Rich watched as Candice wrote out a message on her notepad. She ripped the sheet off and then gave it to him. "Dear John - Thanks for being a fan! Keep watching me on the show! Candice Baker"
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