Annie

"I can't believe Nicole got liposuction! Her weight loss routine is what give her all of her fame!"

"This is reality, Annie. Oh yeah, don't get on Draven Lars' bad side. He has lots of connections."

"Whattttt. All of my idols are so different from what I thought they were. Are you sure you aren't lying to me?"

"Yup. Now that we've got that down, what do you want to be?"

Annie thought for a moment and tapped her chin with her finger. "I think I want to become a singer."

Sam nodded. "Good choice, you can rise the fastest when you are a singer or actor. The thing is, there are many aspiring singers and rappers who have flopped. Why do you think you'll be better?"

"Hmm. I have lots of song ideas and a nice range."

"Yeah? Nice range? Show me."

Annie began singing a random song on the radio. Her voice was packed with emotion and skillfully transitioned between notes. She had control and charisma. She could use a little fine tuning, but that could be fixed.

"So, how did I do?" Annie wiggled closer to Sam.

Sam patted her head with a loving smile. "You did great. I can't wait to hear you on the radio."

A couple days later, the siblings were in front of Martin's house, Sam carrying a box of donuts. Annie looked nervous as Sam rang the doorbell. Several stomping sounds later, Martin opened the door.

"Hey Sam!"

Sam smiled at the sight of his friend in an apron. "Hello Martin. I've brought an offering and a box of donuts."

Annie smacked Sam's arm lightly, not pleased with being called an offering.

"This is my lovely little sister, Annie."

"Hello," she said bashfully.

"Your offering has pleased me, Sam. Come on in, I'm making fettuccine alfredo."

The siblings stepped inside and Martin closed the door. Annie marveled at the shiny marble floors and lavish living room.

"Welcome to my humble abode. The restrooms are down this hall to the left."

They followed him to his kitchen.Of course they also followed the heavenly smell too.

"That smells so good," Sam groaned.

"It'll be done in a few minutes. I'll give you some, but It won't be enough to make you feel full because trying to sate your appetite is nearly impossible, you glutton." Martin looked at Annie. "Do you eat as much as him?"

"No." She blushed.

"I thought so. Sam is just abnormal."

Sam frowned. "Mean."

Martin chuckled before turning to the pot of hot pasta. He turned off the fire and plated the steaming pasta. He then took out a cheese shaver.

"How much cheese do you guys want?"

"I want a lot. Cover the whole thing. Make it winter wonderland."

Martin sighed. "I thought so. How about you, Annie?"

"I don't want any, thank you."

A minute of cheese grinding commenced.

Even though Sam's pasta was almost entirely hidden by a layer of cheese, it still looked heavenly.

"Hold up. I HAVE to take a picture of this art work."

Sam whipped out his phone and took a picture.

"Hey Martin, can I put this on my story?"

"Of course. This makes me feel good about my cooking skills."

"Your skills are godly."

Sam quickly posted it on his story. "Heavenly pasta made by the one and only Martin King."

When Sam looked up from his phone, he found Martin and Annie digging in with fervor.

"Hey!"

" Sorry, I couldn't wait any longer," Annie said sheepishly.

Martin didn't even look up. Sam shook his head and started to eat. When it hit his tongue, he couldn't help but practically shovel the noodles inside his mouth. It was that good. The sauce had a hint of seafood broth and had many different cheeses. Together, they formed an intoxicating harmony of flavors. The noodles were the perfect consistency, and the chicken was tender and flavorful.

They quickly finished the pasta and didn't leave a single noodle behind. Sam was the first to finish, despite being the last one to start. He sank into his chair, content.

"It's a pity that there is no more in the pot." Martin sighed.

"Yeah, "Sam murmured in agreement.

"Now that we've finished eating, we should start the audition."

Annie's nervousness reappeared, but Sam patted her back in comfort.

"Hold up, Martin, I've gotta talk to you about something."

"Yeah?"

"Alone."

Martin led him into the living room. "Is this good enough?"

After confirming that they were out of ear shot, Sam nodded.

"So, what did you need to talk about?"

"I want to talk to you about Annie." Sam's aura turned serious and a little threatening.

"Don't get any thoughts about her, because if you do, I will make you regret it."

"Don't worry, Don't worry. I'm an engaged man. I'll stay true to my one and only love. Carmella is the only one for me."

"Good. Secondly, don't make her cry or I will do the same to you. Let me know if she gets in trouble and if some boys start to get handsy or make her fall in love. If anyone bullies her you have to tell me." Sam sighed. 'She's so stubborn. Too stubborn for her own good.She never tells me when she needs help because she wants to be more 'independent'."

Martin nodded. "Carmella is like that too. I wish she wasn't, even though that's one of the things I love about her. I just want to help."