Kate and Chris’s story continues in Hollywood Rush! Kate now has more power in Hollywood than she ever imagined and Chris’s dreams of becoming an A-List action movie star are within reach! She’s now running Atlantis Records, Blue Vinyl and Pinnacle Studios! When she’s not spending time with Chris, she’s keeping an eye on her business ventures.

We have some characters returning like Jack, John, Clara, Sabrina, Andre, Henry and who can forget Merlot! As well as some new people on the canvas!

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The Scene: Kate has returned from her honeymoon and is back to work at Atlantis only to discover there has been some interesting things going on while she was away.

A thunderous applause broke out when Kate walked through the doors of Atlantis Records. It was good to be home.

“She’s back!” Sabrina threw her arms around her.

Kate returned the affection and looked Sabrina over. “Did you cut your hair?”

“Yes, I did.” Sabrina pulled a pair of glasses out of her pocket and placed them on her head. “Do I look like a big shot movie director?”

“Looks good but you’re too cheery. Jack always has this permanent look of disdain on his face.” Kate laughed.

“I’ll work on that.” Sabrina giggled.

“Welcome back.” Her partner John Gray appeared beside her.

“Thank you.” Kate linked arms with John and began touring the office, while trying to decipher the crazy eye signals coming from Sabrina. After a half hour of gushing about her honeymoon to everyone, they finally made their way to Kate’s office. She opened the door to find a beautiful bouquet of lilies sitting on her desk.

“What an exquisite arrangement.” Kate dumped her purse on the desk and sank into her chair. She recognized the penmanship on the card immediately, they were from Chris. She chuckled at the dirty limerick he’d scribbled on the card. “So how are things around here?”

“Status quo.” John took a seat and began a recap of the goings on in the office in her absence.

Kate tried to focus on John’s face as he rattled on but her thoughts kept going back to her honeymoon. The sun. The surfing. The great food. Chris looking good in those damn swim trunks. It was going to be harder to delve back into work than she thought.

“Earth to Kate!”

“What!”

“Are you going to float around here indefinitely?” John snapped.

“Perhaps.” Kate sighed. “Did you enjoy the wedding?”

“It was great until Chris pulled that stunt.” John’s jaw ticked.

“Still mad about that near miss with my garter belt? I’ve never seen you move so fast in your life.” She smirked.

Chris purposely threw her garter in John’s vicinity. He dashed out of the way and nearly knocked over the wedding cake in his escape. Luckily, Evan Darchon stepped in and caught it. His girlfriend Natalie almost choked on her champagne.

“Yes.” He grumbled. “Puma took a cab home after she saw me ducking for cover.”

“I do recall seeing you two in a heated conversation after that graceless debacle. And really? Her name was Puma?”

“She’s—”

“Please, any additional detail will be drowned out in my head.” Kate rolled her eyes. What was she going to do with him? For the life of her she didn’t understand his aversion to commitment.

“Have you ever loved anyone?” She studied his face.

“I love you.” John smirked.

“You know what I mean, in love with someone.”

John closed his eyes and groaned. “Why on earth would I want to endure that tortuous bullshit?”

“Love is a good thing Mr. Gray.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He grinned. “How’s Chris?”

“He’s fine. He’s starting the new movie soon.”

“I hope you don’t mind. We talked about hanging out.”

Kate rubbed her chin. “Why would I have an objection to my two favorite people getting better acquainted?”

“The threat of death is still in place if he screws you over. But I don’t meet many guys who just want to grab a beer and watch a game.” John snorted.

“Thank you for asking him. That was very sweet of you.” Kate’s eyes glossed over.

“Time for me to go. You’re doing it again.” John stood.

“Doing what?”

“That happy crap again.”

Kate sighed. “Where is the other bane of my existence?”

“Andre is in his office.”

“How’s he been?”

“You know Andre.” John shrugged. “He said he needed to see you when you arrived.”

“Anything else I should know about the business?”

John looked away for a moment then back to her. “Sabrina walked in on a…delicate moment with me and a lady friend of mine.”

Kate laughed. That explained the crazy eye moments from Sabrina. “Lady friend? Not the infamous Puma?”

John turned his head and avoided her glance, indicating she didn’t want to hear what he was going to say.

“How much is Sabrina’s psychotherapy costing us?”

“You mean retail therapy? I bought her some expensive ass purse out of a store on Rodeo Drive. She’s feeling better.”

“An afternoon on Rodeo Drive can do wonders for a scarred psyche. So, was this someone new?”

John cleared his throat and played with his tie.

“Someone I know?”

“Yes.” John turned his head again, barely audible.

Kate rubbed her temples. “Who the hell was it?”

“Lana McNeal. We’ve been spending time together. I’ve been working with her on this new sexy sound she wants.” He cooed.

A sharp pain shot up Kate’s neck. “You’re old enough to be her daddy. And please don’t tell me you’ve succumbed to the cliché of getting involved with the talent.”

“I’m offended. I’m only ten years older than her.” John sank back down into the chair.

“Human years or dog years?” Kate quipped.

“We were mid-kiss, when Sabrina came bursting through the door with a message.”

“I’m serious John. No more canoodling with Lana. I’ll cut off your balls and make Italian wedding soup with them.” Kate threw her planner at him.

“It won’t happen again.”

“I wish I could get you neutered.” Kate mumbled.

“After I spent my poker money on Sabrina’s purse, I took her to lunch. She asked me an interesting question.”

“Doesn’t she always?”

“She wanted to know if we were interested in doing a documentary piece on Malik. Then we got to talking and I found out she’s still in film school. When the fog in her head clears, she’s really an intelligent person.”

“She’s sticking with it. I’m proud of her.” Kate looked at the picture of Malik on the wall. “What did you say?”

“I told her I would discuss it with my better half when she returned from her honeymoon.”

“What do you think about it?”

“First I felt like it would be opening up old wounds.”

“It would be nice for people to know him the way we did. It wasn’t all anger, rebellion and bloodshed.”

“A long time ago, it was only about the music. Sometimes I miss the days when we were flat broke, trolling around New York City bartering for studio time.” John winced.

“Ah, the good old days.” Kate mused.

“We were happy.”

Kate looked at him. “You’re not happy now?”

John held up a hand. “I’m not crying poor little rich music executive. Back then I had a passion for music. Malik was a fueled muse.”

“He was an incendiary device.”

“I’m afraid I lost that passion when he died.”

“Fooling around with Lana isn’t going to help you find it.” Kate folded her arms over her chest.

John ignored her remark. “What about you?”

“That’s one of the reasons I stay in the studio. It helps me remember why we do what we do.”

John tilted his head back. “And what is it that we do again?”

“We’re glorified babysitters and counselors to crazy, hot pants divas and ex-rockers who were declared legally dead twice.” Kate laughed and glanced at Malik’s picture again. “In my mind he’s not dead. He’s on a deserted island with a bunch of other posthumous celebrities.”

“Think he’s somewhere barbecuing, slamming back tequila shots?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of smoking a joint under a palm tree with a pet monkey named Java.” Kate suppressed a smile.

John chuckled. “What do you think about the documentary?”

“Maybe by remembering the past, you can find that passion again.” Kate said thoughtfully.