Do you remember?

Ch. 18 Christmas

Hello! What's up every one! Welcome back to "Do you remember?" I hope you enjoy this chapter.

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU HAVEN'T FULLY READ CHAPTER 17. YOU WILL BE LOST.

[There may be spelling errors.]

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Sammie's POV

Man that girl. She just sets something off in my mind. I can't get her out of my head. Her face, her hair, her laugh, and oh her eyes, pools of light blue and grey. She isn't her but, I feel as though she is somehow. I feel as though that girl that fell last night during my walk up to the concert area is, somehow Naomi Taylor. The one and only friend I ever had that liked me for me, the person who saved my life. I'm too curious, I have to find out more details about her...

"Julia?" I says as I walk into her office.

"Yes? Sam." Julia says as she continues to type on the computer.

"When will those winners who get an audition into 3 capitals academy get choosen?" I ask as I sit down in a chair in front of her desk.

"Um... I think in a few days. Yes on New Years! That's the date for picking!" Julia says a she looks at her calendar.

"Awesome." I say as I slump in my chair thinking about that girl.

"Oh... I see you gave away your guitar pic to someone, well, that you like?" Julia says as she leans forward and takes off her glasses and looks me directly in the eyes.

"What?! Where did you get that from!" I say as I sit up straight in my chair and deny everything.

"Yep got ya!" She says as she laughs.

"Tch. Shut up." I say embarrassed.

"Don't worry. You will see her soon! Lover boy. You know I have haven't seen you act like this lately." Julia said as she sat back in her seat.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Well you get all like this whenever you talk about your childhood and when you talk about your friend, when you were younger, I am seeing those same antics now." Julia says as she puts the pieces together.

"Well, uh, she is, um... shit.... I'm leaving now." I says as I lose my track of thought, I then proceed to get up and walk away.

"Time to go home..." I say to myself as I walk out of the agency.

I am immediately surrounded by girls and paparazzi. This is really annoying. They always ask the same questions. How did you get into singing? When did you start? Are you single? If not who are you dating? If yes do you have your sights set on someone, if so who? Charlotte Hamon?

Jeez I wish they would just get off my back. I don't like Charlotte, I don't like anybody at the moment, although I do have a peak interest in that girl.

Once in the limo my butler Fred, the limo driver, drives away, leaving the crowd of girls and paparazzi behind me. I gaze out the window when we are at a stop light and what do you know... There she is. That girl. She is walking all alone, holding groceries from a convenient store. She looks just like Naomi Taylor, but I know she isn't.

"Fred?" I ask.

"What is it Sam?" Fred says as he looks at me in the car view mirror.

"Naomi Taylor? Is she dead?" I ask wanted the true answer.

"What brought up that sir?" Fred asks startled by the question I asked.

"Well I met a girl the other day that looked just like her and I was wondering if she wasn't actually dead. You know." I say as I glance at her once more as we drive away.