Short! Ehe :P
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"Can we switch?" Chris begged me.
"No way." I firmly stayed on the couch.
"I want to watch TV and eat snacks! It's so boring at school and I thought it was fun because you even dressed up as me to get in it!" he complained.
I want to stay here. Not for lazying around but compared to Chris' days it's all the same everyday when he's on the couch watching TV, but for me... I don't know, it just feels like Darrén comes every time he doesn't need to go to school. It feels good. And it's unsuspectingly fun. Everyday has been like the first day I started living here - except of the food fight. God spare me that one.
"I'm staying." I 'hmpf'-ed him like a child that didn't want to share toys. He looked down depressed. "And did you tell Emíne and Ambreal about the situation?" I attempted to get out of the topic.
"Yeah. They said that they haven't seen you for long and miss you, though." He jumped right into the hole in the couch.
"Isn't that uncomfortable?"
"No, I think this hole is made for my butt." he laughed. I frowned. "Maybe I should make a hole in my couch if we find a new place."
Find a new place huh? I wish. Even if I make extra money as Sarah I can't afford renting a new place right now because Chris has been eating my money every month. God. I forgot about the Sarah thing. I was so caught up with the whole burnt up house and where to live incident that I totally forgot my only Sarah-character. I had perfectly planned out how Chris and Krystal would do but I didn't even give Sarah a thought!
Luckily, it was weekend and I could probably go over to the agency now. I charged my Sarah phone after realising that I didn't even check it for about a week so Justin had to be bombing my phone by now and I was right when I looked at the screen after it was fully charged.
"Where. The. Hell. ARE YOU?!" he yelled when I called back. I kept apologising until he calmed down and believe me, it took barely thirty minutes.
"You missed five jobs I had scheduled for you!" he screamed and it felt like I saw a new side of him. "And why is it always me doing this?! You have a manager! I'm so going to fire her she sucks it's always me who's doing the shit whenever we can't get a hold of you!"
"I'm sorry Justin!" I yelled back when I couldn't even say a word that would reach his ear. "Personal problems! My house burnt down and I was lucky that I didn't get any injuries!"
I thought it would make him pity me. Well he didn't - No that's too much, he did but he was still mad. "If something like that happens you have to give me a call, moneymaker! So that I can cancel the jobs before you never come and ruins it, giving you bad reputation!"
"Sorry." I once again apologised.
"You better come here now and get yourself fixed, be happy that you barely made it to the Best song and best rookie award!" he shouted and hung up.
"I better get going now." I said and got dressed.
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"I'm soooo disappointed in you." he said, facing the big glass wall that showed the whole view of the city. That typical scene when he doesn't even want to face me.
"I get it Justin. I was gone for some days but you have to get that I have personal problems." I argued back. I wasn't in a good mood even after being at Darrén's place, because it somehow made me feel so much lighter from being sad. But I was just mad that he was upset over me not being in touch for about a week.
"I understand. But this is the show business!" he went from whispering to yelling. It startled me and I just stared at him with wide big eyes. "They don't forgive you ruining their show or career just because your house burnt down!"
"What am I supposed to do?! Come, looking all sad?!" I snapped. This was the very first time I've been this mad with Justin.
"They are mad enough with you coming five minutes late! You can never not show up in this world! They keep track on it for years and bring it up so much that you'll never want to come again!" He turned around this time and gave me a furious look.
"I'm just sixteen! Take it easy!"
"Age doesn't matter! And I admit that it's not just your fault! It's that manager! I'll fire her as soon as I'm done with you-"
"No! If you fire Anna, I quit." I screamed. I was serious and he saw that.
"You can't quit just like that!" he groaned. "We have a contract!"
"I don't care. If you fire her, I'll disappear. I'll move to another country and live as my other self."
"Your other self?" he asked.
"Nothing, you heard wrong." I told him when I realised that I almost revealed it.
"I won't fire her. But you promise that this will never happen again." he pointed at me with a mad expression.
"What? That my house gets burnt down? How am I supposed to prevent it from happening?!"
"Just contact me when something happens." he roared. I was so mad. I have never been this mad before. Well, yes when I was mad at Kevin but whatever forget it for now.
"Seriously, Justin. How do they expect me to react? All happy after my house was caught on fire?" I asked him with a calmer tone. He was quiet for a while and I knew that he needed that time to figure out what to say.
"There's nothing they really expect. It's different for everyone. Some take a break from the business for a while. But the best is..." he explained. "The best is probably just keep it up. Show that you're strong and can handle it."
I couldn't help noticing how that sounded. Show that you're strong and can handle it. I wish. I'm not strong. I just don't show it a lot. but since you guys can see into my thoughts you've seen it very often.And Darrén only sees me when I'm at my weak state too! Nothing I'm proud of really but I'm glad that he accepts me even if I'm weak.
But I wanted to be strong. Probably my number one wish. I wanted to be able to have a burnt down house and move on fast without regrets like an older sister(even if I'm not older than Chris). I don't want to cry over it. But now when I mentioned it... I never cried. I only cried because I thought that I lost Chris. I never cried over the house. Well I was sad over my piano but I don't remember shedding tears for it.
"I'll try hard!" I said to Justin with determination and he seemed taken aback, shocked. I was arguing with him a second ago after all. I sprinted off without getting a look at his reaction, not that I really cared.
"Sarah!" a staff called me out. I stopped.
"What's up?" I casually asked him.
"We need to fix you fast, so that you can go to the music award." he panicked and pulled me along. I forgot about that after fighting with Justin but this was my chance. Again, I was back on this chair when stylists fixed me up and for the first time I kind of enjoyed it.
They stopped when they were done and pushed me out of the room - literally. I already knew I was late so I hurried into the limo and it drove off in full speed. I didn't have any time to see myself. I looked at my dress and even from above it looked great. It was a typical cocktail dress that was sparkling with hundreds of diamonds on it. Maybe the award was a big festival? It had to be huge if I was going like this.
What was this exactly? I've never been into celebrity stuff and never entered a high class place considering that I had to part-time work all the time to just get money for food and rent. Yes, I know I'm not a normal teenager but at least I'm independent? No, still not worth it; I kind of wish that I was just a normal girl. My problems aren't really things people want to deal with.
The car stopped and I was kind of excited and scared at the same time. I wanted to show them the dazzling me when I have the fullest confidence but my other half of my brain told me "You're going to screw up." which bothered me a lot.
All I could hear was screaming. Very high-pitched, some even higher than I could dream to sing. The door opened without me being ready to do so myself and I knew that it was the driver that did it. The screaming was ten times louder when it opened up and I struggled, not holding my ears or closing my eyes when I was blinded with flashlights from cameras.
As far as I know, this is a big event and I received an award. Justin told me that I won the award of best new artist and best song, but I'm not sure that I really won. They don't really announce that I'm a winner until I get the award right? Maybe Justin just got it wrong because I'm probably just a nominee but maybe the award identity got leaked? Whatever.
I couldn't even catch what they showered me with questions, they were too many and I couldn't understand a thing when they yelled so loudly. Luckily, I had guards around and they pushed them off. I was walking on a red carpet with sky high heels with people behind a gold fence like thing with red straps connecting them as they yelled and tried reaching me, yelling my name and holding papers.
I saw a cute girl around my age and she was waving her pen and paper like crazy. I took it gently and wrote my name, worried because I didn't even practice my autograph. I just couldn't believe that there was this many people that supported me.
My hand was shaking but her smile made it steady and it turned out good. I returned her smile and gave her back her pen and autograph. Gosh, it looked like she was about to faint! I was so happy that people was glad over my existence.
I took some other autographs before entering the building. Now it begins.
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EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!
COMMOTE!