Isaiah’s pov
Singing the last note of the song, I jumped down from the stage, practicing my ending for my next concert. I could faintly hear my dance instructor, Monte, clapping and congratulating me on my perfect run through.
Once my breathing went back to normal, I went into the bathroom to quickly wash the thin layer of sweat on my face. Looking at myself, I could see why all the girls loved me. Face it, I could have any girl I wanted. Chuckling at how ridiculous and revolting that sounds, I walked out of the bathroom to find Monte.
“Yo Monte!” I said calling across the room to get his attention.
“Hey man,” Monte replied, giving me a bro hug. “What’s up?”
“Just gonna head home for the day, figured I’d tell ya”
“Just watch out for them crazy girls outside.” He said with a laugh.
Walking outside, I didn’t even bother to hide my face. I loved all of my fans and I knew they would never hurt me.
“OMG there he is!!”
“AW look at how cute he is today!”
“dang man”
“there he is!”
I smiled at all the comments I heard. Walking to my car, I stopped to get a couple pictures and sign some autographs.
Getting in my car, I headed to my favorite place to go after practice- Marci’s FroYo shop.
Marci is the nicest lady you could ever meet, her white hair always pulled into a bun, showing off her smile lines around her eyes and mouth. By now, she always knows what I want when I walk in.
“Hello sunny, want the usual?” Marci asked me when I walked in.
“Yes Ma’am, one Orange Crème froyo with a cherry!”
The next sequence of events happened before I could even take one bite. As soon as Marci gave me my medium bowl of froyo, I turned around to go to a table and all of a sudden my Orange Crème spilt. all over someone.
“Oh shit, im so sorry!” I quickly mumbled, but once they noticed who I was, I probably wouldn’t be in that much trouble.
“Ah what the fuck, this is a new shirt!” The most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard spoke.
I looked up at the culprit to be met with the most gorgeous blue eyes, and dark long hair. Her facial expression changed to something I couldn’t identify, before being replaced with the look of annoyance and anger. “Do you recognize me?” I asked curiously.
“Sure do. You’re that annoying pop star.” she said rolling her eyes and walking away.
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Author's Note:
Okay, once again, Im looking for a new cover so if you would be interested, or know someone who might be, please comment or send me a private message! Please vote and comment if you enjoyed this chapter and think i should continue this book!
