Fame, Fortune, and Failure - 1
Published Aug 23, 2016

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PREVIOUS SEGMENT: Just the intro. We reviewed the characters (Quincy, Alice, and Ophelia) and storyline. You might want to go check it out before continuing on with the story!

PREVIOUS SEGMENT: Just the intro. We reviewed the characters (Quincy, Alice, and Ophelia) and storyline. You might want to go check it out before continuing on with the story! "Are we sure about this?" Alice asked nervously, looking up at the towering skyscraper.

"Positive," Quincy said firmly. "Our old apartment just wasn't cutting it, Alice. We HAD to relocate, especially with Ophelia here."

Ophelia, who had demanded to be put down beside him, cooed happily.

"You're right," said Alice after a moment. "I know you are. It's just...scary. It feels like the next big step in our lives."

Quincy grinned. "Don't over-analyse it. Just enjoy it."

Alice's gaze flicked to the construction being done to the side of the building and sighed. "I'll do my best," she promised.
Alice walked around Quincy to scoop up Ophelia and led the way into the building. Standing in the elevator, she felt her nerves arising. Would there be enough space for them all? Would there be a room for Ophelia? She hadn't seen the apartment yet, Quincy having promised she would love it.

While in the elevator, Quincy's phone began to ring. Frowning, he answered it. "Yes? Hello? Okay. Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes." Hanging up, he turned to his wife with an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm so sorry, Alice, but the studio wants me down there. They've decided to use me as an extra and I have to be there now. It won't take long, I promise." Kissing her cheek, he remained in the elevator as Alice took Ophelia off.
"Oh, well," murmured Alice. "It's good that he's getting work, at least."

Walking into the apartment, she smiled. It was small, sure, but two doors were open, both revealing bedrooms.

"Ophelia, you have your own room!" she squealed, and the little girl laughed with glee.

Alice headed toward what looked like the apartment's version of a master bedroom and glanced around, setting down Ophelia. "Not too shabby," she murmured. "Looks like you'll be sleeping in here for now, kiddo," she added, eyeing the crib that sat in the corner. Looking out the window, she saw that the apartment overlooked the grey and choppy sea. "Beautiful," she murmured.
Alice next looked in Ophelia's future bedroom. Gasping with delight, she saw that her husband had already decorated the room with shelves of toys and knick knacks. "Oh, Quincy!" she murmured, taking it all in. "You're trying so hard."

She loved every inch of the new apartment.
When Quincy finally came home, Alice beckoned him over. Ophelia had been playing with her doll for a while.

Quincy settled in next to her on the couch and she hugged him close. "This place is the best!" she exclaimed, and he laughed.

"Told you that you would love it," he said softly, and they fell silent, listening to their daughter playing with her toys in her bedroom.

"It's perfect," Alice whispered.
There was a knock at the door and without warning, a lady dressed in a very strange and colorful outfit barged into the room, followed by a man dressed equally strangely. "Hello!" the woman chirped. "We're your new neighbors! Just moved in!"

"What a coincidence! So did we!" Alice exclaimed, not at all ruffled by the sudden intrusion. She jumped up to shake the woman's hand.
"Pleasure to meet you," Quincy said formally, standing to shake the man's hand.

"We really can't be staying," the woman said. "It was lovely meeting you, though!" And the couple left, as suddenly as they had entered.
Alice spun into Quincy's arms. "Ophelia's own bedroom...the view...friendly neighbors...this place is PERFECT!"

Quincy smiled. "I'm so glad you think so," he said. "Also, I found a babysitting service for Ophelia. You can start going back to work!"

Alice pressed herself even more against him. "Are you sure they're safe?"

"Positive," Quincy assured her. "Trust me, our Ophelia will be fine, and you can jumpstart your acting career!"

"I also noticed the computer in the bedroom. It's like our own little informal office!" Alice squealed.

"I know!" exclaimed Quincy. "I thought it was the finishing touch on an amazing apartment."

"It is. It's all so great," sighed Alice. They both fell silent, and stood in the comforting embrace.

They both felt that all was right with the world.
I am so sorry for the very short chapter, but as I mentioned in the intro, this is my very first story on TSR and I'm still getting a feel for it. The next chapter should be much longer, hopefully. Comment your thoughts, and please, if you have something rude or mean to say, try to do it in a constructive way so I can better my writing instead of just feeling bad. Thanks!

P.S. There won't usually be this ending page, only if there's something important I want to mention!

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