A/N: I'm putting the 'authors note' first because I thought putting it at the end would you know make you forget the story and lead you to forgetting to er offer your view. Ahem. ;)

Hey there, so this is my new first ever chaptered story so hopefully it will garner interest (fingers crossed). Just wanted to say thanks to those on Skow forum who suggested names for bands (yes this is the story I needed them for), although I must say the others were awesome I decided to make my own that way the band name is all mine and I can have a story behind it, and now I'm actually pretty proud of the band name. Anyhow…. Please do Read and enjoy!

P.S I may not have built up the tension but hey that's my weakness (you'll know what I am going on about when you've read what lays ahead) also it helps enforce the idea of the day being handled and expected as a 'normal day'.

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Seven years ago

Angelina Moore stared back at her reflection her head cocked to one side as she pondered over her appearance. Being a model made you automatically self conscious and especially being a supermodel criticizing her exterior had become a norm. Once happy with her lightly make-upped face she stood up and slipped on her Jimmy Choos, her husband Paul Moore entered the bedroom via the en-suite bathroom a towel hanging of his hips. On seeing his wife still in the room he made his way towards her a smirk firmly in place; on reaching her he took a couple of stray strands and positioned them behind her ears.

"How about round two?" he murmurs as he delicately places a kiss on her forehead.

"Someone's got stamina" she jests her slender fingers fumbling with his collar.

"Just for you baby" he states his blue eyes devouring her. Angelina languidly grins as Paul leans down placing his lips on hers. Her arms automatically wrap around his neck one hand fisting his hair. Both are far too occupied to notice the door open.

"My eyes! My poor poor eyes!" their fifteen year old daughter Emerald yells dramatically the Cheshire grin on her face shows she thoroughly enjoys watching her parents spring apart and straighten their clothes/towel. Her mum tries fixing her bra without getting caught; both wear expressions similar to two teenagers being caught in the act. On seeing it's only their daughter who at that moment is laughing openly, they simultaneously glare at her which just results in her laughing harder.

"Your faces, my unfortunate retinas" she exclaims through laughter.

"Jokes over honey" Paul mutters dryly.

"Well Simon's not around so I need a lift or I'm going to be late" Emerald stated after finishing her bout of laughter "You can finish off now but do hurry up . . . school won't wait" she adds shutting the door on her parents affectionate expressions, an impish grin landing on her face. God does she love her 'rents.

"Better hurry up you heard her" Angelina says as she turns back to her husband, an elfin grin similar to her daughter's graces her lips.

"So those designer pieces you modelled which haven't hit the shops yet do you have them?" Angelina's good friend Cindy asked over the phone later on in the evening.

"Yes, you can have them though I have no need for them" Angelina replied whilst surveying her freshly manicured nails.

"You sure?" Cindy asked hesitantly.

"Of course, not like Emerald would have them" the two women chuckled knowingly; Emerald was far too busy living life as a tomboy the latest Gucci dresses was the least bit of her worries.

"You know what; I'll drop them of now" Angelina stated. She felt like driving so why not visit a friend that would be her deed of the day.

"I'm not dying without them you know" intercepted Cindy.

"I know you're not but I'm dying of boredom" said Angelina "Paul's out and Emmy's cocooned herself in her room" added Angelina as a way of explaining. When her daughter needed space she gave it.

"Okay I'll be waiting".

After informing her daughter on where she was heading Angelina entered her sleek silver Mercedes. It didn't take her long to reach Cindy's house which was just three blocks away. Both females after greeting each other soon started discussing clothes and their children, Emerald and Laelita (Cindy's daughter) were the same age and had been firm friends since they were in diapers.

"So how's Jace?" Angelina asked.

Jace was Cindy's only son and also the lead singer of a new imminent band Bragging Rights; he was three years older than his sister and the godmotherof Jace, Angelina was very fond of him.

"On tour supporting some other band out there" Cindy replied waving her hand vaguely.

"I haven't seen him for a long time now. He rang a couple of days ago though" Angelina mused out loud.

"No one's seen him for some time, Laelita doesn't even realise she has a brother" Cindy partly joked. Jace had dedicated himself to his band and since they had managed to break through and enter the music world, holidays were rare so the family hardly got to have some time together.

"I'm pretty sure Emmy thinks Lita is the only child" Angelina stated as she stood up preparing herself to leave.

"Out goes our dream to Marry the two off" Cindy cheerily replied. It was a long running joke between the two to have Em and Jace marry each other, both mothers's secretly hoped they would but the two youngsters at this age didn't seem to know the other existed nor were they interested.

"They'll find their way to each other" Angelina stated "Better go now, got to welcome Paul home". Angelina winked lecherously, Cindy laughed whilst playfully pushing Angelina.

"Hurry home Cinderella".

As Angelina drove in the direction of her home she thought welcoming Paul home with some fast food from McDonalds was a good idea and Emerald would love it too. Both father and daughter seemed to garner a fondness for McDonalds and it had been some time since dinner had consisted of junk.

After placing a wig (a pink haired one) on her head and donning some sunglasses Angelina made her way towards a drive through. She wasn't in the mood to be harassed by any employees who recognised her hence the disguise.

"Three large fries, two big Macs …." The employee rattled of as she handed the bag of food over. Handing over some dollar bills Angelina put the car into the gear-

"-Keep the change" she stated as she swung the car out not bothering with her seatbelt, she failed to notice the shocked employee who's mouth was hanging open at the sight of a hefty tip.

"And it kills him inside to know, that I am happy with some other guy..." Angelina sang along to the song currently on the radio, the bag of McDonalds laid by the seat next to her.

The lights turned green indicating she could continue making her way towards her destination. Driving comfortably and lost in her own world she turned left and failed to notice a car careening forward. Most cars had moved onto the side to make space so when she realised it was just her and the crazy driver on the road she attempted to find some place safe to park. However her attempt was useless as most cars had gotten there first. Not yet in panic mode Angelina tried pulling the brakes but the car was hurtling forward very fast, a police car now on its tail. She made a desperate attempt to swerve but it seemed like time wasn't on her side. It was then that Angelina realised she'd have to get going faster than possible. The car was now coming closer and closer… and closer.

Everything seemed to stop around her. "Oh god" she muttered "oh Paul oh Emmy", panic was now evident in her voice. Her mouth opened as she noticed the car was moving far too fast, a piercing scream was on the tip of her tongue but before the scream could escape the car plunged forward cutting of the scream as well as her last breathe of life. The sleek silver Mercedes did a wild spin then hurtled in to a tree nearby. The other car whose driver had now lost control of his car failed to stop the car bashing into the Mercedes again. Angelina's lifeless body slumped, mouth open in mid-scream. The smell of acrid fumes and death filled the air

Everything seemed to have fallen silent the only noise that was heard was the wailing of the sirens that filled the air.

A week later she was buried, millions of people from far and wide attended the funeral and a billion others grieved. But no one mourned the loss as much as her husband and daughter did; after all they had lost the very person that meant the entire world to both of them.

In true paparazzi style journalists and media hungry demons camped outside the mansion and produced tales filled with rumours, which finally drove what was left of the Moore family out of their home in LA and to England; for a long well deserved break.

And after seven years, back in LA, is where the story begins…….