Pushed Around (Nathan Sykes)

Chapter 1

"Dear Ms. Layla Sage,

Hello, my name is Peter Leens, I'm a talent manager at Global Entertainment. We've had a few people send us your video's from your YouTube page. Many people from our team have watched these videos and we all agreed on something; that we want you to join our label. We would like you to come out to London to sign papers and start writing. You'll have a flat ready for you and anything else that you might need. If you have anything that you really want in your flat we will gladly make sure that it is there for you.

Whenever you can get back to us is perfectly fine. But please, don't make us wait too long to have your amazing talent signed to Global Entertainment.

Sincerely,

Peter Leens and the rest of the Global Entertainment team."

After I read that email -about 50 thousand times,- I called my mom, screamed on the phone for about an hour, emailed the man back, and started packing. I was moving to London. I was going to be famous. I wonder if I should make a video about this... I'll wait until after everything is settled, but still vlog as I pack.

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Two days later, most of my things were shipped out and I was on a plane to London, England. I was in first class actually, which actually made me very happy, there was close to no one here. I didn't have a little kid kicking the back of my seat, people complaining about their food being cold; I don't have to have any of that annoying crap. Thank the lord.

I looked around me finding that there was only maybe ten other people in first class. There was a rich looking family, a husband, wife, and two kids; there was a boy in the seat on the other side of the isle that was actually very handsome; a couple of teenage girls who's daddy's must have a lot of money. I couldn't really see who else was in first class, but I think it was mostly importantish people.

"Would you like anything miss?" Asked one of the flight attendants.

I shook my head smiling at her. "No, but thank you for asking." She smiled back looking like that actually made her happy, for once someone was nice to her on a flight. I'd hate to be a flight attendant, people yelling at you, kids screaming and spilling things, the list goes on, I feel bad for them, but they must make pretty good money.

The flight attendant walked away and I pulled my laptop out of my carry on. My phone had been blowing up with emails from YouTube, so I can't resist the urge to check anymore. I plugged my head phones into my laptop and played my music from there. Life without music, isn't life. Just thought that I would put that out there. And I also don't want my phone to die seeing as I need it once I'm off the plane to find out how I'm getting to my new flat and the label. I'm so nerves.

"You're a YouTuber?" Someone asked. I looked around finding the boy across the isle from me. "Sorry, I just looked over randomly and that video was playing and I realized that it was you. I'm not trying to freak you out or anything."

"Oh, it's okay. But, yeah I am. Kind of. I actually got an email from a label that wants to sign me, which is why I'm going to London." I tell him blushing slightly. I still haven't told many people, so it's weird that I'm telling a random person. I'm still wondering when I can tell my YouTube fans. They call themselves the Sages. I think it's cute. There isn't too many of them, but there is enough to get me to where I'm almost at.

"Wow, congratualtions. I'm sure that you're a great singer. I'm Nathan by the way." He smiles holding his hand out to me.

I shake his hand, thinking about how weird it was that someone was being nice to me for once that wasn't a comment on a video. I liked it. "Thank you. Layla Sage."

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. Nice to meet you Layla."

"O-oh thanks. Nice to meet you too Nathan."

"Ladies and Gentelmen we are about to land at Heathrow Airport in London, England, please fasten your seat belts."

I grinned hearing those words. I can't wait. I'm going to be signed to a record label. I could be famous. No more being pushed around.