The day I'm released from the hospital is a mess. Everyone is crabby and ignoring me. Josh is snappy with anyone who talks against him. Samantha is about to lose it with the press trying to get a word from me. Liz is the only one who seems to take care and notice me. I was a little disappointed Chloe and Nick or Ethan couldn't come, but they had work and they called me every few hours.
Finally, the nurse handed me and Josh forms and packets and we were on our way; Liz with our small over night bags, Josh with all the paperwork and a nurse pushing me in a wheel chair.
My head was still pounding a bit, but I've been through worse. At the door, cameras were flashing and people were arguing with the front desk. We tried to hurry through them, but there was no way.
"Damn reporters," I heard Josh mutter. I felt the same way. Couldn't they have a little decency? Finally, Samantha got us through the door and in to the car. We made it to the studio and I was ushered to the conference room. Josh stood outside the room with me while Liz went to unpack my things. I saw through the crack in the shades of the window that the judges and Tim were sitting at the long table with some people I had never seen before. They all looked deep in a conversation and none of them looked happy. I had a feeling the conversation was about me and my 'problem'.
I knew I had a problem, but I didn't think it was any of their business. It was my life, not theirs. Yeah, I know I'm on their show and they technically own me, but that's not the issue. They want to control me. I'm my own person, I just tend to think to much of what others think.
Samantha comes out of nowhere and tries to get me to go in the room.
"Is the conversation about me?" I ask. She grabs my wrist. I wince. That was where the IVs were stuck in at. She looks at me and let's go.
"Sorry, and of course it is, or else you wouldn't be going in there." She flicked her hair out of her face and smoothed out her expensive-looking pant suit. I reluctantly went with her with Josh following me.
Everyone looked up and the conversation stopped as we entered. No one offered a friendly smile or anything. Just glares. I was seated in a chair at one end of the long table with Samantha on one side of me and Josh at the other. They took up right where they left off.
"She can't stay on the show! Think of all the bad publicity that will bring us," says a man in a dark blue suit and gelled hair.
"Again, she can't be kicked off. She's one of the best ones we've got," said a woman in a dark purple blouse. Dark colors must be the dress code. No bright colors were to be seen on any of them. It looked very drab and depressing. I looked down at my Aerosmith t-shirt, jeans and dirty Converse.
"We could go with the other plan," Tim suggests. The other plan? Everyone looks at me.
"The offer is definatly on the table," he says, taking a drink of the water glass that was sitting in front of him.
"She's right there," someone says. Tim looks at me from the opposite end of the table.
"I know," he says. "Ever been to New York, Kelly?" he asks. I shake my head. Samantha looks at the papers in front of her.
"Tim," she starts warningly.
"Samantha, calm down. I say we go with the second plan," he says. I really wanted to know what the other plan was and what it had to do with New York. "All in favor of the second plan?" A few people raise their hands.
"Wait, wait, wait," Bridgette says, holding her hands up as to stop them. Everyone looks at her.
"Give it another week, if she's up to it," she adds with a glance to me. "It'll give everyone a chance to see that she can still sing. Then we'll talk," Everyone nodded.
