Mrs Starks Is Wild

"Are you here to support a friend rather than audition?" the judge asked. "Yes, that's right," the girl replied. "What do you think about becoming an Idol?" the judge continued. "I think being an Idol involves a lot of responsibilities like watching what you eat, speaking well in public, keeping a good image, and more. It seems like a lot of work, and I'd rather just relax and wait for my friend's turn. Even if I did consider becoming an Idol, I might just prefer a chill life. Thanks." The judges were impressed by the girl's wise words. She had a slim waist, nice legs, pretty lips, captivating eyes, purple hair, and smooth skin like jade. "I really like her confidence and boldness," one man said. "She looks so sure of herself, not caring about what others think," another added. As the judges talked, the girl was thinking about what she'd have for dinner later. Suddenly, she felt someone staring at her. Looking over, she saw a person behind a window, though their features were unclear. She had a bad feeling about it. "How interesting," a young man said with a sly smile, hinting at a scheme brewing among his friends. They noticed a stunning woman with flawless skin and a great figure. "Do you think she wants to be a star too?" a man asked. "If she became an Idol, she'd outshine everyone else." "Well done, Number 1," the young man teased his friend. "Let's not assume, Jason. The girl said she's not up for the hard work of being an Idol because she's naturally lazy. She seems happy with just chilling out," the man with black hair joked. Bryan, why do you persistently gaze at her in that manner? If you continue to behave like that, she may become uncomfortable and choose to avoid you," Jason stated. Bryan turned around and expressionlessly stared at Jason for a brief moment. "Are you certain you didn't injure your head on your way here?" Bryan responded, with a smile that contained an underlying hint of mockery. "No, I didn't. Oh my goodness, I am getting chills. I feel as though he looked at me with a threatening glare," Jason exclaimed. Feeling unnerved, Jason quickly excused himself, stating that he needed to use the bathroom. Although the person in question couldn't see, she acted as if she didn't notice anything, but quietly made a mental note that there might be a potential threat present. Clearing her throat, she politely requested to be excused from the stage. "I can feel my legs giving in," she added. It was at that moment that the judges realized Bluey was still standing there. The middle-aged man cleared his throat and granted her permission to leave. Bluey was taken aback, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find words. Finally, she took a deep breath and asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "I believe there may be a misunderstanding. I previously mentioned that I did not desire to become an idol, so how did I receive this pass?" Bluey inquired. "We were impressed by your confidence, and being an idol does not solely require talent in singing, dancing, or acting. Your grace and self-assurance are qualities that stood out to us," the woman with blonde hair responded. "Am I allowed to decline?" Bluey asked. "No, you are not. And if you do, we will make it publicly known that you have a desire to be an idol but you fear overshadowing other celebrities," the other lady stated, accompanied by a smirk. You all are... hmmmm. "Oh, that was a close call. Why did I have to utter so much nonsense?" lamented Bluey. "Where did you disappear to? I searched high and low for you - beneath the sea and above the sky," Jane joked. "This is no laughing matter. You should have guided me to the lounge. Do you realize I ended up in the wrong room?" Bluey exclaimed. "Which room? Please don't tell me you unintentionally stumbled into the Judges' room," Jane said with concern. "Yes, I did," confirmed Bluey. "Are you kidding?" Jane asked incredulously. "Do I appear to be jesting? I was bombarded with questions that nearly caused my legs to go weak," Bluey admitted. "Goodness gracious, The Almighty Bluey nearly collapsed on stage. I must share this noteworthy incident on the school forum. It's bound to be a sensation," Jane giggled. "Alas, I spouted nonsense when questioned. Jane, I fear I left a dreadful impression. I am unsure how I managed to escape unscathed. My wounded heart cannot bear this. It is imperative I mend my broken heart, for I cannot fathom love with such a shattered soul," Bluey confessed. "Enough with the sarcasm, let's go grab some lunch. I'm famished," Jane urged, rolling her eyes. "Let's go, my money tree. This mother is already starving, burdened with only 30% of my feeble existence," Bluey quipped. "You are positively daft, Bluey Sapphire," Jane remarked. "Yes, I am daft with affection for you, my dear," Bluey replied playfully as they exited the building hand in hand - one playfully juvenile and the other feeling utterly defenseless. "Who do you think you are? Do you not recognize who I am? You are nothing more than a solitary manager," the young man asserted angrily. "And who exactly is he?" Bluey inquired of Jane. "He is the eldest son of Mr. Jones. Drake Jones, a model revered for his unmatched allure, the fantasy husband of every woman," Jane explained. "Are you a fan of his?" Bluey questioned. "Absolutely," Jane affirmed. Bluey gazed at her friend quizzically, "You admire this conceited and arrogant individual. My dear money tree, you are utterly blind. It may be advisable for you to have your eyes examined." "I am hungry, and this man here is hindering me from satisfying my hunger," Bluey stated firmly. "I don't care. I want the seat by the window, whether it's occupied or not," the young man asserted arrogantly. "Sir, please. I am unable to comply with your request," the manager responded helplessly. The young man's expression twisted in frustration. "You... why... Excuse me. Do you understand the inconvenience you are causing us? By denying us the opportunity to dine comfortably. Please, Mr. Manager, resolve this promptly, and as for you, sir, who do they call you, Mr. Chicken Head?" "Do you believe that your status as a celebrity or the wealth of your father gives you the right to be so arrogant? Do you think anyone will cater to your demands simply because of who you are? Let me be clear, in my eyes, you are insignificant. So, kindly gather your two short legs and leave. Your presence makes me ill. Disgusting. Jane, can you smell the stench of rotting cabbage?" Bluey remarked, her disgust evident. The tension between them drew the attention of nearby patrons, causing whispers to spread throughout the room. "Who is she? She's so bold," speculated one observer. "I'm not sure, but she seems new here," another responded. "Her attitude aside, she's undeniably beautiful. I admire her courage." Despite the murmurs, Bluey maintained her composure and directed a smirk at Drake, who appeared taken aback. "You just wait. I will ensure you regret humiliating me today," Drake muttered, turning to depart. "Now, let's eat," said Bluey with a serious expression now that the parasite is gone. "Anywhere is okay. Just serve the food. Thank you." "Why does your face look like you've just come in last in an exam?" joked Jane. "That guy is brainless. One should enjoy the taste of the food, not worry about where to sit, right? I've lost my appetite." "Waiter, give me two plates of spaghetti, two bowls of chicken soup, a plate of scrambled eggs, a glass of lemon juice, and any dessert," ordered Bluey. Jane looked at her friend with her mouth open. "Didn't you just say you lost your appetite?" "Yes, I have. Can't you see I've reduced my food intake by half?" replied Bluey, confusion in her eyes. "Okay," responded Jane, slightly dazed. "I didn't realize the young lady you've set your eyes on is 'Madam No Nonsense' and a glutton," said Aaron with a smirk. "But I liked the way she confronted Drake. I dislike that guy very much, especially his arrogance and cockiness," said Jason with disgust in his eyes. "Are you guys done? Have you had enough of talking like that about your sister-in-law? You sure have balls," said Bryan with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "She's cute," said Jason. "And pretty," responded Aaron. "Yes, she is," said Bryan with interest in his eyes and his lips slightly curled. "Look at the way she's eating, like a little hamster," said the other guy, contemplating some mischievous ideas with his hand on his chin. There was a knock on the door. "Mr. Starks, your dishes are ready," said the manager. As a sign of respect for VIP guests, the manager personally served Mr. Starks. "You can leave. And please put the girls' meals by the pond on my tab," said Bryan. "Okay, Mr. Bryan. I will take my leave," replied the manager.