Trouble Aboard Urbanna Air Flight 5115 (Open, MT)

[ViZion]

OOC: A little terrorist hijack RP on Urbanna Air, Flight 5115 flying from Amazonia Central International Airport (in the city of Amazonia, Amazonian Beasts capital) to ViZion Island about a smaller Amazonian airline. All are welcome, however we already have the terrorists so we are NOT looking for anyone to RP as that. Only as passangers on the flight. Should anyone beyond Amazonian Beasts try to role play as a terrorist, you WILL be ignored by everyone in here. This takes place with a flight of mostly families and teenagers heading to the popular tourist destination, an island in the south Pacific.

Please do not post OOC comments in here. Keep that 100% in the OOC Thread.
IC:
It was a mid afternoon on a Saturday as another one of Amazonia's famous super storms blanketed the city in a sheet of rain, thunder rumbling and lightening flashing across the nearly black storm clouds multiple times a minute. However, even with the storm, Urbanna Air Flight 5115 remained listed as "On Time" on the large departure screen in Amazonia Central International Airport's modern terminal halls.

Jerry, an 11 year old boy from ViZion, was with his family, which included three month old sister Anna, 35 year old Terra Amberton, and 39 year old Marc Amberton, the patriarch of the family. They had spent the past two weeks in Amazonia, and now were preparing to head to ViZion Island for another two weeks before returning home to Kirkland.

While his mom tended to baby Anna and his father had wandered off to go grab some food, Jerry got up from his seat and walked over to the window to look outside. And there it sat - the sparkling new Mirrorwind MW-17, a stunning looking aircraft in white, particularly with the striking blue and yellow streaks accenting the top of the aircraft and onto the tail.

At that time, the flight crew made their way to the gate. Flashing their badges to the gate employee, the stewardess' made their way onto the aircraft that waited in the dark; a white cigar offsetting a dark, stormy background. The co-pilot, not having dealt directly with a bunch of teenaged punks on their last flight, wasn't in such a rush to get onto the plane, instead electing to greet the boy.

Walking over to the boy, he stopped and looked out at the window, hands behind his back. Jerry looked to his right and up at the man, and the co-pilot looked back down at the boy. "Pretty cool, huh?" Troy said. Troy Pondexter was a 45 year old, having graduated from Ariaste State twenty-three years ago, where he'd met his wife of twenty years, Annetta.

"YEAH!" exclaimed Jerry, "Are you the pilot?"

Troy let out a slight chuckle, "Well, I'll be the co-pilot. I help the pilot pretty much." he replied.

"Well... you should be the pilot. You're a nice mister." he said with a smile. Troy let out a laugh, "Well, soon I will be. Just not tonight." he said, turning his gaze back to the airplane, "Did you know this is the first time passengers get to ride on that plane? It's brand new." Troy said as he continued to look at it.

"Ohh... coooool." Jerry said. Just then, his dad walked over, "Jerry... let the pilot get on the plane." Troy looked over, "Oh, it's fine. I saw your son look at the plane and I just wanted to say hi. By the way, I'm Troy. I'll be the co-pilot for this flight." he said, extending his hand to the father. "Nice to meet the man behind the controls; I'm Marc, this is Jerry, my son." March said, shaking hands before putting his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Alright, Jerry... you, boy... need to put your magazines back into your bag so we can get ready to get on the plane. Of course, if you don't wanna go..." he said before Jerry interjected, "I wanna go! I'll get my stuff dad!" and with that, Jerry ran off to where his seat where his gaming and car magazines were strewed across the ground next to his small black carry-on.

Troy and Marc both gave off laughs before shaking hands once again, Terry turning to head onto the plane.

[TurboKill]

Larry Luu is a 29 year old national of the Empire of Turbokill, on a sight seeing trip in ViZion.

Larry Luu stepped out of the duty-free shop at Amazonia Central International Airport, having just bought a few souvenir key chains for his friends and family, and a dark chocolate bar as a little treat for himself.

As he was enjoying his shopping tour around the vast airport he suddenly heard
"Urbanna Air,Flight 5115 leaving in 5 minutes"
Larry cursed himself for letting time slip out of his mind, quickly finished his chocolate bar and started to run to his terminal, his small backpack bouncing on and off of his back.

Larry Luu managed to get to line of passengers preparing to enter the airplane.
While waiting for the standard procedure for boarding the airplane he couldn't help but notice the amazing airplane that he was about to board and said to himself
"So this is Flight 5115 huh, I wonder what model is this? The MW 16, no that can't be it must be the MW 17"
Then its his turn to show the airport workers his plane ticket and passport and allowing security to search his backpack.
As he was walking through the passageway he said to himself,
"This is going to be a very relaxing plane ride."
When he got on board the airplane he was greeted by the stewardess
"Welcome aboard Flight 5115 sir"
Larry just smiled back and looked for his seat, A17, and when he sat down in the empty row, he hoped to himself
"I hope no annoying person will sit next to me like on that last flight"

[ViZion]

As Larry simply smiled and walked off, the stewardess mumbled under her breath "Damn pricks..." She, as well as the other stewardess', were rather grumpy, having flown on another long trip that has landed just two hours prior, a flight that wore them out having been loaded with a group of rambunctious teenagers.

[Palpatinist Coruscant]

Over at the back of the plane, a gangling-looking Coruscanti man, aged 37 and dressed in a business suit, was having considerable trouble stuffing his carry-on suitcase into the overhead bin. It didn’t help the man that his hands were shaking; fortunately, a flight attendant came by and helped him put his suitcase away. As he took his seat by the window and put on his safety belt however, the man’s nerves remained jittery.

“Is there anything we can do to make your flight more comfortable, Mister…?” asked the attendant who helped the nervous wreck of the man put away his luggage, concerned that the passenger had a fear of flying and could disrupt the flight.

“….The name’s Langley; Kyle Langley,” the man responded. Giving a fake grin to reassure the attendant, Kyle continued; “I’m err… quite alright. I’m just preoccupied with a business meeting I’ll be attending tomorrow, you know?”

“Enjoy the flight then,” replied the attendant, who rushed off to assist other passengers. Sighing in relief that the attendant did not question him further, Mr. Langley tried to calm himself as best as he could. Unknown to everyone else onboard, he was on the run. Until a week ago, he was an accountant who worked for Coruscant’s largest black market manufacturer of weapons. Unfortunately, a huge fight with his boss encouraged Mr. Langley to embezzle 10 million credits from his shady employers before he could be terminated from his job, which in the black market usually meant being denounced as a traitor to Coruscant’s State Security Service.

The Coruscanti banknotes which comprised the embezzled 10 million credits were all within Mr. Langley’s suitcase. Kyle’s plan was to take this money and get away from Coruscant, and then get in touch with a friend of his who lived on ViZion Island. So far, the ex-accountant had no trouble at all in leaving Coruscant behind, since his old employers in the black market lacked any sort of international reach. Regardless of reality though, Mr. Langley remained consumed by imaginary phantoms as he waited for the plane to take off.

[Siberiak]

A tall, boney man sat down in the seat in Business class. He had black hair, very pale skin, a long scar running diagonally across his left eye and a small clipped moustache. He wore a black turtle neck jumper, a grey suit, smart black trousers, black loafers, black leather gloves and sliver tinted sunglasses that completely hid his eyes. He looked around the plane took make sure no one was looking at him and took out a pack of cigarettes. A stewardess still annoyed from the previous flight saw him and strode over.

“Sir,” said the stewardess, “You do know that this is a no-smoking flight.”
The man laughed lightly, “What not even one?”
“Mister..”
“Shacvo, Mister Grigor Shacvo”
“Mister Shacvo could you give me those cigarettes. You’ll get them back at the flight.”
“Ok.”
Grigor calmly handed the stewardess the packet, grinning while he did so. The stewardess still held out her hand, “The lighter as well.”
Grigor sighed and flicked his arm quickly, a small sliver lighter slid out of the sleeve with the Siberiakan Flag engraved on the side. “If I find any one of my smokes missing, you’re paying for a new packet.”
The stewardess simply walked away to the front of the aircraft. Grigor smiled, he knew he was going to get another packet when he landed.

He took out the plane manual and started reading, he never listened to the pre-flight safety procedures as he could read through the whole leafet faster than the crew could demonstrate half of the safety protocols. His left eye began to itch, he resisted the erge to rub.
Should of covered it up better, still should be fine when I get it fixed.

[ViZion]

"Section Two may begin to board," announced the gate attendant over the intercom. This is where Jerry and his family would be in - the middle section of the aircraft.

Jerry jumped up and grabbed his carry-on as his mom grabbed Anna and the father grabbed a couple other carry-on bags.

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Stuffed into the center seats, four-wide, the family sound their seats, 33 D, E, F, and G. Being in economy was a bit of a squeeze for them, but they managed to get settled it.

OOC: crappy post, but just needed to get boarded... plus a bump.

[Telvira]

Mike Akos was not happy. What started as an OK business trip turned into a good little vacation and now it was turning into a crapfest. Mike had managed to miss his planned flight direct to Telvira, so now he was stuck Flight 5115 to ViZion Island, where he would make a connecting flight back to Metros. Damn local booze. Fucking hangover is the reason I'm stuck here.

Mike sat down in his first-class seat, which his company was paying for, fished out his newspaper, and started to read. The riots in Telvira were still going on, and getting worse. The front page picture was an overhead shot of Reservists charging into a crowd of Protestant rioters. Well, from here it'll be smooth sailing. Mike shook his head and laughed bitterly. Yah, and then I'll get my own private jet.

[Kurona]

Himawari Kunagi and Sakura Kikuchi were two Navel Students from Kurona. Dressed in their uniforms ready to go back to Kurona to resume duty and education. They were traveling very light of course, no weapons, nothing relating to their duty, other than their Naval Credentials/Decorations of Her Majesties' Fleet. Although members of the Navy, they were still students. They didn't know 100 ways to kill or super kun-fu, forget tackling down a boatload of terrorists or whatever else threatens the world in this day and age. Not as though they were expecting anything wrong to happen on this flight. Himawari who simply went by Hime, sat reading waiting for their plane. She was bright red head with big blue eyes. Her bunkmate and bestfriend returned with a cup of coffee for both of them. "Thanks, Sakura." Sakura looked out the window. "Looks like a really nasty storm out there. Maybe we should catch a later flight, or charter a boat or something."

"Come on, we'll have to sail back to Kurona anyway, why not cut our travel time in half. Don't worry planes fly and land in this weather all the time. And we've been through two hurricanes at sea, and your scared?"

"I was scared then."

"But we held up didn't we? Didn't drown, didn't sink. Come on we get a little time to relax, then we have to hop on the Raven back to Kurona. So chill."

She sat down beside her as they waited for the flight info. "Oh well maybe with some luck, it will be canceled." But it was on time.

"don't worry, we'll be up above the weather soon. Just a short bumpy ride to start with." They boarded and took their seats.

(As I said these girls aren't really very experienced to handle any real combat/hostage situation so they should be okay for this RP)

[Almajoya]

Shanae Timakeshi crossed her legs impatiently. All she wanted to do was get the trip over with. She was a well-known pop star in Almajoya, and she was flying to ViZion Island to shoot her latest music video. Normally, she would've taken her private jet, but it was crammed too full of video equipment and backup dancers. The Powers that Be, her managers, had directed her to take another flight- some Urbanna flight- she checked her ticket- 5115. And she was flying coach! Could you imagine it! she thought indignantly. If the press caught wind of this....

"Urbanna Air Flight 5115 now boarding Section 3." Shanae glanced at her ticket again. She was in Section 3. She got up and pulled herself and her suitcase over to the gate. After showing the crew her boarding pass, she was allowed to go forth.

She murmured a "Hello" to the flight attendants and plopped into seat 14C, right in front of an emergency exit. The sky outside was dark and gloomy. She pulled out her music player and put in her earphones. It was going to be a long flight.

[Koharia]

"Section Two may begin to board," the loudspeaker rang.

"Oh, honey, that's our flight," Cierra Franks said to her new husband, Tyler Franks. "We should start boarding now."

"Okay I'll get the bag." Tyler slipped the backpack onto his bag. He loosened up the shoulder straps on the backpack, which were tightened for his wife. He was big, not too big but big. He was about 6'2", about 205 lbs and he was a bit heavier than he would like to be, but he got by. He looked at his wife, small,about 5'4" and very slender. She had just enough a** to show in the loose shorts she was wearing. 'God, she is beautiful,' he thought. They had met about two years ago at a restaurant in Koharia. He was a systems analyst at a firm in Loset, her, a teacher in a small town called Calcity. They eloped, moving to Rosejave, a small suburb outside the capital city of Bronsted. They both started teaching at the local elementary school. He taught math; she taught history. They married and this was their honeymoon.

He snapped out of his daydream and they were already sitting down on the airplane, strapped in tight. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead and shoved his hand between her legs. She held her breath.

"Maybe we should join the mile-high club sometime."

She just smiled.

[Amazonian Beasts]

OOC: Comaack: Bonus points for Megan Fox references

IC:

Christian Abido kissed his cross rosary on a chain around his neck as he boarded the flight, carrying a large duffel bag with a velcro opening rather than a zipper. He wore a black overcoat and a tight white t-shirt with the words "Styx Trinity Pentecostal" surrounding a cross of Christianity and a sunbeam, with black trousers and white tennis shoes. He didn't look that out of place besides the overcoat potentially, but just simply another weirdo headed somewhere. Granted, the majority of the flight were families, teens, or somewhere in between, but there were always exceptions.

Christian glanced around the terminal to see who else was boarding - a group of four nearby all had some strange shaved hairdos with an ash mark above their foreheads. They carried various different bags with them, perhaps on some retreat for youths or other expedition.

"Apparently security lets through anybody these days," Abido muttered to himself, though one of the group, a tall and muscular female, momentarily made eye contact. Christian looked away.

Another individual nearby had a medium gray "toga" on, as the best Christian could describe it, going from his shoulders to mid-knees and seemed in his late 30s. Odd looking man, no doubt. Abido eyed him for a second but turned away and began boarding. He quickly advanced through the line with his boarding pass, quickly passing by the check-in and moved onto the plane. His seat was towards the back as he moved down the rows noticing individuals. Abido was a bit of a shaky passenger at times but no one seemed particularly bad aboard the flight. Should be smooth sailings across the waters. He sat down in his seat, in a row behind a loud young boy and a very attractive young woman - such sinful thoughts! - and kissed his rosary once more, praying for a peaceful passage, before settling down and preparing for takeoff.

[Palpatinist Coruscant]

OCC: Sorry to be a killjoy, but why would a head of state need to travel in disguise on an airliner? In a RP with MT, that would be a suicidal and utterly useless thing to do. Shouldn't he have access to a plane belonging to his own government, or even an executive charter? I hope this RP doesn't turn into a repeat of Hotel Kuroma.

IC: Over in his window seat, Kyle Langley was impatiently tapping his foot, waiting for the plane to get underway. He did not want his flight delayed due to one of those confounded storms that Amazonian Beasts was infamous for. Looking to his left, he saw that two teenaged boys took the other seats in his row. Noting that they were busy with only telling immature fart jokes that they found funny for some reason, Mr. Langley rolled his eyes before looking out the window in order to see how the crews on the tarmac were progressing with putting the passenger's luggage into the plane.

[Venezue]

Venezue student, Adam Hlobil (Czech origin) was leaving for a student expedition. He walked toward the desk and showed his pass.

"Can.. Can I... Please be seated next to a window?" Said Adam, sheepishly
"Of course sir." Replied the check-in clerk

He started heading toward the plane, out of the corner of his eye he saw two men, about 5" 6. Wearing dark sunglasses.
"Odd" Adam thought "There's too many clouds, it might even rain" As his mind began to wander

He took his seat at the back of the plane, he noticed that none of the other seats were taken, nor were the row in front. He shrugged it off and looked out to the planes that were coming and going.

[ViZion]

OOC: Let this be the last OOC comment in the RP thread. Here's the OOC Thread.

Skipping ahead. Still open for a little bit longer for people to join... however, if you join from here on out, just assume you've already boarded. IC post being typed up now.

[Kurona]

"And I thought Kurona had nasty storms, this place is nuts." Sakura said

"Yeah." Himawari agreed. "Wonder if we'll even be able to take off soon enough. Look I need to use the Lav, might as well now." She left to go use the lav. Sakura looked at the rain beating against the window. It was so dark out you could barley see anything. It was her first time flying anywhere. Himawari soon returned. "Wow this plane is big."

"Yeah. Big enough to..."

"Come on, think happy thoughts." She place her hand on hers "You know they say flying is safer than driving."

"Yeah that's true."

"And I heard this airline has a great safety record. And look at it this way, if we die, we'll never have to go to war. Okay bad joke. Relax, we'll be in the sky and at our destination in no time."

[Koharia]

The two lovebirds kissed and snuggled up for the long ride to ViZion. Tyler wondered out loud, "When is the plane going to leave? I want to get under way."

"Honey, be patient. We will land in Vizion soon. And then we will be going home to our little house in Koharia."

She grabbed his chin and gently pulled him into a kiss. "I love you, Snuggle Bugg."

"I love you too, Snow Bunny," he replied.

[Venezue]

Adam was becoming uneasy, he wasn't a keen flyer and he often became sick on the flight, he peered down the aisle and saw the military personel taking their seats. A stewardess came from the back of the plane and startled him
"Sir, could you move up please, having a single passanger at the back of the plane is against health and safety"
Adam nodded and she walked away, he wasn't going to move. Infact he felt sick...

[ViZion]

Johnny, a 34 year veteran of Urbanna Air, was the pilot. He and Troy had worked together for the past year on many flights, creating what was considered the best piloting duo in the company. "Amazonia Central Tower, this is UA 5115. The weather is pretty bad, are we a go still?" Johnny radio'd in. "UA 5115, you are still clear."

Even with the rain pounding over the metal skin of the MW-17 and an inch of water glassing over the cement ground, the aircraft began to push back from the gate, the taxi truck slowly moving the large plane onto the taxiway. "God damn this weather. Why aren't they delaying us?" murmured Troy. "You know this airport and the airline... money, money, money. Move everyone through as quickly as possible. When was the last time you were delayed at this airport." asked Johnny. Troy thought about that, "Damn near a decade. Still, this ain't right." he said.

Back in the cabin, the flight attendants began their pre-flight safety information. On the overhead television screens, animated pictures showed how to fasten the seatbelts, how to use the emergency floats in the event of a water landing, and so forth. Jerry, having been pulled away from the couple a row ahead of them, was sitting again in his aisle seat, looking past some people and out the window. He and his family flew a lot, and so these safety information demonstrations were nothing short of a broken record to him.

He was completely entranced by the massive storm outside, the lightening flashing, the sheets of rain so heavy he couldn't see hardly a hundred feet away. The glow of the massive terminal they were just in half an hour ago was almost all he could see. It's like it's midnight... he thought to himself before another bolt of lightening streaked across the sky in a nearly horizontal line.

The safety information demonstration lasted over five minutes, and yet, it would be another twenty minutes after the demonstration was finished before they would hit the runway.

Johnny turned on the intercom, "Hello folks, I'm Johnny, your captain for this flight. I'm sorry about the delay, this weather is slowing things down a bit. However, we should be getting into the air in the next ten to fifteen minutes I've been told. Once we begin to level off around 35,000 feet and we get past the turbulence from the storm, we can begin the beverage service."

OOC: Edited where Jerry sat... I forgot I'd put them in the middle section of this aircraft, not the side where he'd have a window seat. oops heh...

[Venezue]

Adam couldn't hold it, he bolted for the toilets, knocking a steward over he pulled the door open and.......... well, it wasn't pretty.

[New Greston]

Culhwch Murphy Benjy, a Captain from Corps I of the Levantian Legion First Army, handed his ticket to the lady at the plane entrance, with a smile and entered the ramp to the plane. His jack boots gleamed as he boarded the plane, ducking so he could get in. Cullhwch was a giant, in nature, towering over most of his comrades in the Corps. His red felted beret brushed against the ceiling of the plane as he wandering looking for his seat.

"C 14... C 15... C16... C17! Excuse me," Cullhwch squeezed past a seat and a small, old Vizonarian woman. He smiled at the woman, but she gave him a cold shoulder, as did most people when he wore his uniform and they were not from the nation whose uniform he boasted. He sat down and his dark green uniform cringed. He patted his knees, whiping off lints from the seats he had passed. Benjy put his arm on the left arm rest, there was a sense of emptiness to it as Cullhwch had been forced to hand over his sidearm to the Air Port Security. He had caused a fuss, he had been hand delivered the Grand Chaussere pistol by Field Marshal Kenneth Piran Basajuan himself, and he was in no way wanting to give it up to some Amazonian.

But in the end he had to. Cullhwch was on the plane for his first vacation he was given since he joined the Legion. He had been recruiting in Amazonia for the Legion, and was on his way off to ViZion Island to enjoy the beaches and general warm weather; a nice complement of the mountainous region of Northern Canaery he was born and raised in. The Captain was a hybrid, as the Major of his unit had dubbed him. His mother was Grestonian with dual citizepship in Canaery, his father a Farquelander. He was classified as a member of the Canaery Rifle Regiments because when he signed up he was recruited in a small Canaerean township.

Cullhwch pulled out the book he had been reading for about a month from his personal bag, "Walden and Civil Disobedience" . He flipped to that last page he left off on, occasionally licking his thumb so as to flip through them quicker. He then sat there reading as the plane taxied off the run way.

[Hamilay]

"Paul Archer, senior vice-president, Koch Corporation. On business, from Hamilay," the bespectacled middle-aged man said curtly, handing over his passport and boarding pass. The much younger lady at the gate smiled politely and scanned the pass, handing it back to Archer with a flick of the wrist.

"Thank you, Mr. Archer. Have a pleasant flight."

Paul Archer gave a slight nod and disappeared down the skybridge. As he left, the check-in clerk rolled her eyes. Pompous ass, she thought, but he was a Hamilayan. Archer waved his boarding pass at the staff member at the gate with similar brevity, and went to find his seat. He pushed through the tourists milling around the rear of the plane, shooting annoyed glances at those who stumbled over his small wheeled carry-on bag, and reached his seat forward in the business class section. The safety demonstration was just beginning - Archer had flown enough to recite them by memory, they were all the same on every airline anyway - so he tossed his bag under the seat in front of him and pulled out today's copy of the Hamilayan Financial Herald, giving thanks that he'd managed to pick a copy up in the ACIA terminal so far away from home.

The purpose of his trip wasn't anything exciting. He'd gone to meet some business associates in Amazonia and on the way back the CEO had called him and asked Archer if he could stop over on ViZion Island on the way back, as some other business associate was on holiday there and wanted to discuss some licensing deal at the earliest opportunity. Archer expected nothing would come of it, but he was secretly glad of the opportunity to travel and escape from the oppressive, stifling rat-race of the Hamilayan capital, although no self-respecting Hamilayan businessman would ever admit to such a thing.

He sighed as the pilot announced that the beverages wouldn't be served until they got in the air. I could really do with a scotch right now. Well, when one flew regularly, one had to expect all the little delays. Archer opened the Herald and turned to the stocks listings.

[Siberiak]

OOC: Are we in the air yet?

[Kurona]

OOC: Are we in the air yet?

I think we're getting ready but haven't taken off yet

[Siberiak]

Grigor tapped his finger impatiently on the armrest.

When were they going to take off?

He had to get to ViZion Island and meet his boss’s contact, the job was very important to the business, the first overseas major deal in an economical superpower with less regulated business laws. Usually the business would have refrained itself from investing in another country. However, this was different, the investment on ViZion Island would open the doors to other economical opportunities throughout The Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion.

Grigor felt a small trickle of blood snake out from behind his sunglasses; he turned away and took them off. Under the sunglasses his right eye was normal, an icy blue. The left eye was blood red and darker than it should have been, he could see out of it fine, but, occasionally it would bleed, so while on ViZion Island he was going to see a world renounced eye surgeon to stop it from bleeding. With the tiny, burning hot, complementary towel he wiped the blood off his face and put his sunglasses back on.

A man sat in the opposite seat next to him holding a copy of the Hamilayan Financial Herald and after hearing a reminder about that the beverages wouldn't be served until they got in the air and sighed, the look on his face told Grigor everything about the man. He flicked his right arm the opposite one which he had previously hid the cigarette lighter up and out slid a small bottle of Siberiakan prime vodka.

“Here,” he said offering the man the alcohol, “I believe you need it more than me.”

[Almajoya]

Shanae Timakeshi looked around. The plane was beginning to fill with passengers. She sniffed. Someone around here had some vodka. Someone else, near the gate, was smoking. She couldn't hear anything- she was listening to her latest album, trying to remember the words. She'd never forgotten her lyrics, and she was not about to start anytime soon.

She thought about the music video. It was one of those typical pop videos, where she played the perfect girl about to ditch an imperfect man, with dancing and booty-shaking, of course. She yawned. Maybe she ought to take another path after this. Try something new. Pop stardom was just not fun, not a challenge, anymore.

She looked around again. When was this ol' bird gonna take off?!