Katherine Wales is the daughter of pop star Andrew Wales and rock star Chelsea Wales.
She is also known as PRODUCER K, a famous song writer who has produced music for well-known artists.
Her face was never seen by the public because her parents al...
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" Pretty please, Brown." I plead, putting both of my hands together and giving him the puppy eyes that everyone agrees on.
" No, it's too dangerous for you to go there." He said as he turned around and walked back to his office to finish the preparations for his camp.
" Come on, Shane's going there, why couldn't I? This is the last time I'll be free before they take away my private life." I protest as I blocked his path, spreading both of my arms to ensure he didn't pass through.
" He's going back there for publicity because of how he acted, while you're going there to escape and hide from the world again." He argued, passing through me.
" For the record, I didn't hide myself my parents did; to be honest, I may have seen your camp as an escape route, but you can't blame me. I'm drained in the studio making songs and lyrics that the label company wants; it's tiring." Whining at him as I walk over to his table and grabbing the papers, hoping he will listen to me.
" This is my last chance to find myself again, to find inspiration to make music, I've been coping in that studio for 5 years in my life Brown, Please help me find my voice again." I finished compiling all the papers and put them back on the table in front of him.
" Did your mother know about your decision?" He questioned, as his gaze rising from the document in his hands.
I scratch my neck as I turn away from his stare. " Well, about that you see... I actually escape from the house again." I said, as I face him smiling shapely.
" So your mother doesn't know you're here?" He asked, scratching his nose at my bothersome presence.
" She knows, if she'd find that note I left at my bedside table." I said, looking up unsure wondering if my mother had found it.
" You stay here, and I'll call her and tell her about your plan. If she agrees, I might reconsider, but if she doesn't, I'm sorry kiddo." He said as he shrug off and exited the room. I sat in the chair and waited for him to return.
I waited a few minutes for him to return to the room, as he did he walk back to his chair, and face me; I couldn't tell if it was a good phone call because his face is difficult to read.
