'They need my blood.'
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"Miss Sam, are you ready?" The older women asked. Worry shown clearly on her soft skin.
The revenette was getting ready for her practice.
"Yes, I'm. Shoot away." She intructed.
The older women nod with a gentle smile, taking out her schedule and read it out loud:
"2:30pm to 4:30pm= singing.
4:50pm to 6 pm= dancing.
Then,
6:30pm to 10/10:30pm= acting.
This is today's schedule."
Sam grimaced, but soon sighed.
"Its everyday schedule miss Kanao.." She said.
The orderly women chuckled.
Tho she wasn't that old at all, yet she tend to act like one. She was only on her 30's after all..
Miss Kanao, her manager was helping her again.
As soon as the young girl came to her work place, she gave her food. And
Now they were getting ready for her work.
'No wonder why she likes to stay here. She's basically free from stress. Even tho she's still same at her house.' The older women thought with a small shake of her head and put her schedule down.
By now Sam was getting her shoes to wear.
She was used to this rough schedule everyday.
After all, she was the one who made them.
And so, she will comply.
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"Alright! We shall get started now! Miss Sam, please go stand there," her director of her music, said.
He was a old man who's currently going through his 50's, yet he had a great passion for music.
"Yes Mr. Anderson." She said, taking her place in front of her mic.
"Okay. Let's start!"
She looked back at her manager, who was nodding her head with a soft smile on her face as she put her thumbs up.
The revenette, turned back to her mic, as soft sigh left her mouth.
"1....2....3! Go!"
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{A/n: yes insert any song you want. I'm going to use this because why not-}
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"Essanes yessom yoné, escalé la paush tu l'ai
Shemeshona..
Oula Eshtelo
Nassecou yvshepelomé, guanab hinaparlé
Si la..
Shmoiya pfitalo.
Ouleshin dra ti bien bagelo?
Ensholai mjon shalem blemai bloniai?
Ma, mya, swetch bayahyi
Li cashepeta ma hyetchomai hedr'ai
Kepati ma ça?
Flaheta vola stilai
Sharobela gruam ma tisihré
Maya domá tho ma la wa ma poula.."
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'She really have turn mature..' The older women thought. Looking at the young idol sing her heart out into her mic.
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