"Would you look at that!" shouted Annette as a particularly grand home came into view. A large, white modern style structure that sat majestically jutting out from the massive Hollywood hills. The fence was vaguely reminiscent of one more familiar with its white brick columns and wrought iron spans. Karen looked over at Isaiah and knew they were home. "No way!" yelled Bobby as the car pulled into the winding driveway, stopping in front of the house. He jumped out and stood in the rain looking up at the magnificent home. "Unbelievable."

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The foursome walked up to the heavy, oak doors and Isaiah fumbled for the keys. "Why bother locking the door?" Karen looked around at the imposing fence, and the guard shack at the foot of the drive. She waved at the men in deep blue uniforms that stood at the gates. She certainly wouldn't have the courage to try and bully her way past them. She heard dogs and wondered what type of beast barked like that. She envisioned caged animals with teeth bared against the wire of the cage. More men walking with menacing attack dogs straining at the leash. Probably the neighbor's Pomeranian, she thought with a chuckle. "Kinda silly, huh?" He found the key and opened the door. "Just seems a bit redund…" her words trailed off into stunned silence. The house before her was opulent beyond her wildest imagination. "You get this for standing on a stage a couple hours a week?" Isaiah laughed and hugged her stiff shoulders. "Well, there's a little bit more to it than that." "Yeah, you have to travel the country. You have to be willing to have women screaming your name everywhere you go. You have to be willing to be the subject of adoration the world over." She looked up at him. "Tough life. You really deserve a palace to come home and relax in." Karen threw her arms around Isaiah's neck. "Oh, I get it. The posh house is for me. For putting up with all your craziness." "Yeah, that's it," Isaiah said with a laugh. "It's all for you baby." Karen walked through the hallway and across to the large living room. Its sunken pit lined with an over-stuffed couch. On the far wall a full-length wet-bar commanded the room. A mirrored wall behind it made it even more imposing.