Title:ENTER STAGE RIGHT - Chapter 4 Author: Gumby [ Send a Private Message ]
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Copyright: 2007 Gumby Content Rating: PG Disclaimer: The story and some of the characters are mine, but the others belong to IC and Showtime. Author's Note:
Hey everyone,
As always thanks for the support you've all shown me. Sorry it's taken me so long to post, but it's been a busy time in Gumby's household. That being said, I hope you all enjoy this and it brings a smile to your face.
Thanks to everyone that reads, leaves a comment, or PM's me to offer feedback. It does mean a lot as did the PM's asking where I've been and asking me to post. I know, I was bad waiting so long, but life does happen!
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Summary: Dana's tournament.... Total Views: 3598 times.
The parking lot to the La Quinta Resort & Club, the venue hosting the Mercedes Challenge, was packed full with spectators and news crews alike. As Bette drove up and down the aisles in search of a parking spot, she had no need to look around and take in the sights because Donna, Tina, and Alice rambled incessantly about them.
"Oh my God," Donna grabbed onto Alice's arm. "Isn't that John McEnroe?"
"I miss his colorful temper tantrums to be honest," Tina said. "I would watch his match just to see him snap at someone and start swearing at them."
The two hour and twenty minute drive had consisted of mostly Alice and Donna debating the power of positive thinking and lesbian deathbed syndrome. Although never a moment of silence, Bette was thankful for at least the change in topics.
"I'm more interested in Chris Evert," Alice wiggled her eyebrows and displayed a smirk.
"Must you always make everything sexual?" Tina asked as she got out of the car.
"It wasn't Wheel Of Fortune this time, you can't take away all my fun."
"These signs," Jackie struggled to get out of the car without damaging the signs they brought along. "If she doesn't damn well win because of these signs I'll beat her with her own racket."
"That's not very supportive," Donna warned.
"You should have made the drive with them sitting on your lap. I can assure you getting smacked in the face with them wasn't fun. I'm fixin' to light them on fire!"
"Fiddlesticks!" Donna shot back. "These are just the inspiration Dana needs to win this match."
The group began to walk toward the stadium with their special passes allowing them access into Dana's friends and family box.
Dana rotated her neck as she paced the length of the locker room waiting to be called for her match for the day. She stopped as she watched several television screens broadcasting the current matches taking place.
"There is no try, there is only do and don't do," Dana muttered as she recited positive statements from the book. "No try, do or don't do."
"Who are you talking to?" Alice asked from behind.
"Jesus! Must you scare me like that?"
"I'm actually helping you, adrenaline and all. What were you saying earlier?"
"Oh," Dana felt her cheeks redden. "A new mantra."
"The old one not working for ya?" Alice grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and began to drink from it as she sat down on the bench.
"How did you get in here anyway?"
"Funny thing," Alice snorted. "These little passes get us anywhere we want to go."
"My friends and family pass?"
"No," Alice smiled. "That's worth a seat and a close look at your face when you see the signs. I'm talking about this press pass."
"Press?" Dana arched an eyebrow to mock Alice.
"I am a member of the press as you know," Alice finished her water and shot the bottle into a trashcan like one would a basketball into a net. "LA Magazine, I know you've heard of it."
"What does LA Magazine have to do with tennis?"
"Nothing, but the pass gets me into special things," Alice smirked. "So are you ready to serve up the serves that can't be hit because they are too fast? I can never remember what those are called."
