Chapter One of the Choirgirl HOTeL…

Written by Adrien Amos

Our story is called STORY FROM THE CHOIRGIRL HOTEL, let that be your inspiration.

Adrien Amos paced the floor of her tenth story hotel suite waiting for the knock on the door. Her hands were knotted tightly behind her back and her brows were knitted together with anxiety.

The raven-haired beauty looked tired, she had checked into the CHOIRGIRL HOTeL late last night. It was evening now and the New York City traffic hummed below and the sound lifted upwards and drifted into her window, making her fidgety and unnerved.

It was a suite fit for a queen, not a writer. The luxurious rooms with their marble tiled floors and red stain couches beckoned to her. But the voice in her head was all the she could hear between the strains of the New York traffic.

The knock finally came and Adrien jumped at the sound and then flew at the door like a trapped bird to an open window. "Jesus Danna!" she cried in an annoyed tone, "what the HELL took you so long!" She ushered the tall dark haired man in.

"I was down loading!" her dealer cried in protest. Danna Poulvelli...once held the world in his hands, a super star of unparalleled proportions. He was once known as "Gentle Sac" the man who rid the world of that annoying bastard Barney (TM).

"Gentle Sac" was the milleniums new children icon. The concept of the show was to teach child how to be nice to "Gentle Sac's" scrotum. "Today boys and girls we're going to rub lotion on my scrotum!" he would announce. "Hooo-ray Gentle Sac!" the dozen children would chime with glee.

Danna was making millions, but then everything went wrong, but that's the way it works in the city. Now Danna was a drug dealer living in the CHIORGIRL HOTeL. For entertainment Danna Poulvelli took up computer hacking.

"Just give me the stuff!" Adrien demanded, now trembling from withdrawal as she thrust a paper bag stuffed with fifty-dollar bills at the dark haired man.

"Jeez alright, alright, just simmer down girly!" Adrien snatched Danna by his collar and lifted him from the floor. His feet dangling in the air Danna looked into Adrien Amos's blood-shot eyes as she hissed.

"Don't fuck with a psychotic Danna!" she warned. Danna handed her the merchandise. "Cooocaine..." Adrien purred as she took the large plastic bag from his hand.

"Jeez A, I think maybe you need a little professional help," Danna offered as he straightened his shirt after having firmly planted his feet on the ground.

"Danna don't start, I do have a Ph.D. in psychology, professional help is a joke, if a crazed, sex starved, cocaine addict like me can get a degree and legally treat people with serious mental disorders, what does that say about the system..." she eyed him sarcastically now feeling much better since she got her cocaine and pulled out her hand held mirror and razor.

"Yeah, I guess your right" he conceded in good humor. There was another knock at the door! (surprised music plays here)

"Shit! SHIT!" Adrien cried as she spilt her precious cocaine all over the marble floor. "Fuck!" Danna countered.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" a masculine voice ordered, "WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Danna scrambled to the open window, ready to jump. Adrien thinking fast, ran to the bath room and stripped down to her unmentionable and threw on a barely there bath robe then shimmered over and cracked the door.

"Oh, um. Hello? Can I help you?" she crooned innocently.

"Uh yes, My name is Agent Fox Mulder, I'm with the FBI...." (sorry guys, you know I had to do this. hehehe) the tall dark stranger introduced himself and showed Adrien his badge. Danna was still try to take the screen out of the open window.

"Well hello there Mr. Mulder, can I help you with something," Adrien Amos open the door wider so that the extraordinarily attractive FBI agent could see her supermodel body in the barely there robe. "Yes, Ms Amos."

"Uh, that MISS Amos," Adrien correct quickly and with a smile.

"We have reports that you are in cohorts with an infamous computer hacker, the man formerly known as "Gentle Sac"." Adrien stood for a minute and put on a mask of confusion.

"Umm, I have no idea what you’re talking about Agent Mulder...or can I call you Fox?"

"Fox is fine" he answered smiling slightly. Danna was still trying to get the screen out to escape.

"Fox, I have no idea what your talking about, BUT I'm glad you came by because some one has broken into my suite and dumped a kilo of cocaine on the floor, you might want to come in and take a look!"

Danna abandoned the screen, now half mangled in the window frame and ran for the bathroom. Special Agent Fox Mulder passed over the threshold of Adrien Amos's suite in the CHOIRGIRL HOTeL and as this raven-haired siren with an obvious cocaine addiction shut the door behind him...he knew things were just going to get weirder and weirder. The number on her door read 451.