Marie moved away from where she had been standing, the roadie obviously lost to whatever he was listening too.  She wasnt impressed by the show of manners the lead singer had just thrown.  This were some act, they were trying to sell them as the All American Girl Band.  But if they knew the truth.  She shook her, heading back to the relative quiet of the make up room.  She had a pad there, sometimes she jotted the words down.  They just came.<br/><br/><em>I see you there, standing on the corner<br/>Watching as the sun goes down<br/>I know you cant take your eyes off me<br/>But baby you'll never get me<br/>We're two different people, <br/>On two different sides</em><br/><br/>She paused, thinking, nibbling on the pencil.  Two different sides, the story of a rich girl and street boy.  She wanted to get the words down, but the noise from beyoind the door was distracting.  She needed some peace and quiet.  She tucked the pad away, she would work on it later.   It wasnt as if anyone was gonna wanna use her stuff any way.<br/><br/><br/>