The Model & The Singer

Chapter 1

Sam had just finished up his latest runway gig an hour ago and he was ready for a week off. He had been working every runway from LA to Paris to Milan. Sam silently thought that if he did one more job this week, he would pass out in the middle of the catwalk. All he wanted to do was pack up his stuff and head home to New York. And he did just that. He knew the bed was calling to him but decided that he could wait until he got to his own King size bed. As he closed the last bag and placed it on the luggage dolly, his cell rang. "Talk to me." He spoke into the phone. "Why don't you ever answer the phone like a normal person?" A familiar voice spoke into the line.

He smiled at the voice as he maneuvered himself and the dolly out the door. "Because I know who's calling me without even looking at the line," Sam said as he felt the door automatically shut behind him before he walked down to the elevator. "Still, your mom could be calling you and you answer the phone like you have no phone manners." The person told him. Sam shook his head as he held the phone with his left hand while his right held onto the dolly's handle. "Well, Santana, when my mama calls she doesn't mind how I answer the phone as long as I answer the phone." He said before he paused to let go of the dolly and press the elevator button. "What do you want, Mrs. Lopez?" He asked her as he watched the elevator's door open.

"It's about work, Sam." Santana Lopez told him. "Not now, Santana." Sam cut her off. "What?" She asked in surprise. "Not now. I'm tired and I want to sleep on the plane then sleep in my bed. After that, I plan to spend my week off relaxing. Can this wait?" He told her as he noticed the elevator was on the first floor. "Well, yeah it can wait. But not too long." She told him. Sam walked out the elevator and out the hotel, mentally thanking himself for taking of his bill after work before he went to pack. He headed to the first cab he saw and let cabbie put his luggage in the trunk. "Okay, how about this. Let me have one day of sleep then I will head to your office." He said as he got in the back of the cab.

"Okay, Sam. I can give you one day." Santana agreed as she sighed. "I'll see you then. Later, gata." She told him. " 'While, dile." He said before he hung up.

Mercedes Jones sat bored in the monthly meeting her team scheduled to talk about what they needed to do to keep her name fresh and out there. Without the sleazy tabloid, reality show mess most entertainers and celebrities did to keep themselves on the front pages or on tv. And the meeting was always headed by manager/agent, Lauren Zizes, and her favorite film director/producer, Arthur 'Artie' Abrams.

"Mercedes!" Several voices yelled out her name, causing her to snap out of boredom. "Yes." She said as she stared at several pairs of eyes. "We wanted to know what you thought of the idea Artie came up with for your next video," Lauren stated. "Sure," Mercedes said before she grew confused. "What was it?" She said while she watched fashion designer, stylist, and her main best guy friend, Kurt Hummel roll his eyes and smirk. Her eyes then went over in the direction of her other best friends and back up singers, Marley Rose, and Unique Adams. They bit down on the snickering they so wanted to do.

Artie shook his head as he spoke up. "About the idea of instead of someone else having the lead in your videos while you're on the side singing, we have you do both." He told her as he watched her arch her right brow up. "Both what?" She asked. "Sing, of course. "Lauren said. "And be the main character in the video." Artie nodded his head, agreeing. "Yeah, you need to have a love interest in your next video." He told her.

"What?" Mercedes sat up straight. "Oh, hell no! I don't want a love interest. I only want to concentrate on my music. Me singing on the side of the screen or in a different scene playing guitar or piano is just fine. " She told them. "Mercedes, the fans want to see you interact in your videos more than what you already are," Lauren told her. "They are getting bored with the same old, same old."

"And besides," Artie said. "We're already going to hold a cattle call for some hot guy that would look good with you." Mercedes sat back as she looked at them all before focused on Artie with his arms crossed and a serious look upon his face. She sighed as she rolled her eyes upwards. "I guess I really don't have a say since you've all made up your mind." She said before she pouted and crossed her arms as well.