Hello, my readers! I wanted to write a lighter SOA story since there is not alot on ff. Please be gentle ;). I hope you enjoy!

There was a knock on my dressing room door, making me close my mascara tube and look away from the well lit vanity mirror.

"You're on in five, Mel," Luanne stated, before heading back to set.

"Okay."

I stood from my chair, adjusting my bust in my red and black laced corset.

I moved my auburn hair in front of my shoulders, letting a out a deep breath.

Time for me to get to work.

For anyone who is curious about what I'm going to engage in, I will confirm I am a pornstar.

No, I'm not making this shit up.

I've been in the business for five years. I've worked for Luanne for about two now.

Everyone always says women who are in the porn industry are sluts.

Okay, most of them are.

Some aren't, and it's strictly about the beautiful paycheck at the end of each week that could hold you over for about two months.

I would put myself in that catergory.

I am currently not involved with anyone nor am I fucking anything and everything with a pulse.

Personally, being single is a lot easier than being in a relationship.

You don't have to worry about being cheated on or always trying to make something work when it really isn't.

As I was closing the dressing room door, my cell phone began to ring on the counter, pausing my reeling thoughts.

It hasn't been five minutes yet. Eh, what the hell?

To prevent the call from going to voicemail, I managed to jog over to my phone in my ridiculously high black stilettos, flipping open my phone, which presented my mother's name on the screen. I hit the the black and green answer button shaped in a telephone.

"Hey, mom."

I heard my mom let out a loud gust of air before she started speaking. She must be smoking.

"Hey, Mel bear. I feel like it's been so long since I called. I'm so sorry about that, sweetheart."

"It's okay. You were on a six month long voyage with George at sea. I can't imagine you getting cell service on the water."

"This is true. How is everything in Charming?", she asked, the word Charming falling flat from her usual upbeat tone.

"The same. When does Charming ever change?"

She hated Charming. My mother never liked small towns. Probably because small towns tend to talk. The talk tended to be mostly about her when she lived here, and the talk was never positive. From her severe acoholism to her promiscuous personal life.

"Have you found yourself a man yet?"

I hate this fucking question. It always managed to come up whenever I had a conversation with this woman.

"From the pause, I take that as a no."

"Actually, I am in a relationship. In fact, we are engaged."

"What! My baby is getting married! To who!"

"Jax. You remember Jax?"

Jax and I have known each other since we were five. My mom and Gemma went to the same high school until Gemma dropped out her senior year. That didn't break their friendship. If anything, they grew even closer after that.

" Of course I remember Jax. I can't believe this. Jackson finally made a move. I gotta give that man a huge pat on the back when I come to visit tomorrow."

"Wait, what? You're coming to visit tomorrow?"

"Of course. I gotta help my little girl plan her wedding."