The Lucky One (Lisa Cimorelli Story) #Wattys2016

The Arrival

Lisa's POV

The day I decided to flew to The Big Apple was amazing for younger Lisa, but a big mistake for older Lisa, which I am now. The person I met at the airport was one of the people that made me go crazy.

28th of August 2014

I looked threw the window on the airplane and imagined my life perfectly. It was all so beautiful and I was actually sitting in first class, don't get me wrong I liked it, but the hostess was a little bit mean to me. I really wanted to stuff her mouth with smelly cheese, but then she would definitely sue me...

I soon fell asleep and I had the weirdest dreams...so let mama Lisa tell you a story of her amazingly weird dreams.

It all started with a sandwich...yeah you heard me, it was a sandwich. So, I was lying in my bedroom and I realized I was hungry, so I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen. As I arrived to the kitchen I wished for a sandwich. I looked into the fridge...we had no salami and we had no cheese or mustard or anything that would be good. Then I went searching for a piece of bread or some rolls. Nothing. We had no food at home.

"Oh hey, fatso," Dani suddenly appeared behind my back, I turned around and slapped her...with a sandwich. Yes, I know this are the craziest dreams you ever heard of.

"Hey, now I have mustard on my face. You bun!" she yelled and then she slapped me with a sandwich, I almost started crying.

Then we continued hitting each other with sandwiches and as I finally realized I was hungry I tried to bite into the sandwich and guess what...I couldn't eat it.

"Noooooooooooo!" I threw myself on my knees and screamed out of misery, then my dreams suddenly stopped.

 "Miss, could you please be quiet," a grumpy hostess said to me.

"I'm sorry...um what actually happened?" I asked her embarrassed and faked a smile. I looked around and everyone was staring at me and rolling with their eyes.

"You were yelling NOOOOOOOOO and OH MY GOD I CAN'T EAT MY SANDWICH, I WILL STARVE FOR EVEEEER, and some of the other things like this..." the hostess said freaked out.

"Sorry..." I said shyly and embarrassed and tried to hide my face under the blanket.

Yeah, this were my dreams and I'm just so embarrassed, thank God I was in first class and were just a few people there.

The time passed and I finally arrived to the finish line, New York ladies and gentleman. I arrived on the JFK airport and I fell in love with this city once again. My family told me that there will be a sign for me and on the sign written Lisa Cimorelli and a man's gonna hold it. Yes, I know, so much information for just one brain.

I looked around and around and I couldn't find a sign with my name. I turned my head right and left, not a sign for me. As I waited for five more minutes a man in his middle forties ran right up to me, he was a little bit shorter then me, for your information.

"Whoa, you're even more beautiful in person," the man said out of breath, I blushed a bit and smiled.

"And who are you, if I may ask?" I asked him as we shook hands.

"I'm sorry," he said and laughed "I'm Murphy Anderson, your manager, nice to meet you once again," he said and shook my hand once again, now with a bigger grip.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lisa Cimorelli," I said with a smile on my face.

"Can I tell you something?" Murphy asked me and winked, I nodded nicely.

"You have a really beautiful smile and I think we're gonna make a lot of money out of it," he said and winked AGAIN, is this guy just maybe flirting with me...nah, I don't think so.

"But I'm not here for money..."I wanted to end my sentence, but he cut me off.

"Lisa darling, nobody is here for the money in the beginning, but then things change," he shrugged, but smiled perverted. Is he a creep or is it just me...

"What changes?" I asked him curiously, he turned to me and smiled.

"Let's leave that for a surprise," he replied and smiled brightly.

"Can I carry your bags and suitcases?" he asked me with his Italian accent, yes he's kinda Italian just like me.

"All of them?" I replied to him shyly and blushed once again.

"Of course, what kind of gentleman you think I am," he remarked. I think he's nice, I have no bad feelings about him anymore though. He grabbed my suitcases and bags and we left to the car, as I've seen our Chevy parked, I went right to the car and wanted to open the trunk.

"What are you doing sweet cheeks?" Murphy shouted from the other side of the street, I pointed at the Chevy.

"Our car is right over here," he shouted and I embarrassed left the place I was before and walked right to the car. And dang, what kind of a car was this, you can't even imagine!

"This i-is o-our car?" I stuttered and stared at Murphy in shock.

"Yes, now you're famous and you must own a limousine, sweety," Murphy smirked and shook with his head in disbelief of my naivety.

As Murphy put the suitcases and bags into the trunk, he sat into the car right next to me and looked at me. I was looking around the car in disbelief, so my dreams finally came true? The car had literally everything, a minibar, a TV and sorts of other things.

"So, do you like it?" he asked me and smiled.

"Of course I do, thank you so much," I replied happily and gave him a big smile.

"I think I will really love this smile of your's," he replied and looked threw the window.

"So, what kind of talents you have?" the manager asked me curiously.

"I can sing, I can dance, I can act and I think that is all," I shrugged to him and smiled.

"What about modeling, have you thought of that also?" Murphy asked me.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about that yet..."

"We'll make you a model also," he said and smiled to me. Is he an angel?

"Murphy..." I said daydreaming.

"Yes, sweet cheeks?"

"What kind of things will happen to me in New York?" I asked him dreamily

"All kinds of things sweet cheeks, all kind of things," he replied to me thoughtfully.

Heeeey peopleee, I hope you'll start reading my new story The Lucky One, at least give it a chance if nothing else. In a few chapters Lisa will fall in love and I need a famous celebrity for that, please help me out. He needs to be handsome, a womanizer and you know hot ;)

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