Dannie Kim was a Korean-English singer who was signed to Columbia Records. She always dreamed of meeting at least one of her idols in life. Everyone who had ever asked her who she was talking about was always shocked to figure out who it was. It was...
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**Dannie's pov**
Being woken up by someone completely blowing up my phone was definitely not one of my favorite ways to wake up. It has happened multiple times at this point and it was becoming a regular occurrence with my manager.
So almost immediately I knew that it was her that was calling.
Flinging my arm over to the other side of my mattress and trying to find my phone to quickly put it up to my ear as I hit the accept button, "What do you want. It's-" I pulled the phone away to look at the time before placing it back to my ear. "Seven in the morning and I have nothing going on today." I mumbled.
Her laugh echoed throughout the call, "Dannie you just got invited by McLaren to the Monaco race or whatever it's called. I will leave you to the rest of your day now." my manager told me before hanging up the call.
Letting out a loud ass groan I rolled back over to my stomach and shoved my face back into my pillow. I really just wanted to go back to sleep for another two hours.
Wait a second.
I just got invited to the Monaco Grand Prix by McLaren. The McLaren? Oh my god! I don't know what to do right now.
Quickly grabbing my phone again I opened up my instagram and quickly posted something on my story. I needed to post about this before I actually freaked out.
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I was actually going to Monaco to be McLaren's guest! Wait if my manager knew about this then I had to have been messaged or emailed about this right?
Flinging the thick duvet and the multiple throw blankets off of my body, I practically ran towards my pc that sat in the corner of my room. Almost having a heart attack as the socks I was wearing almost made me slip on my face on the hardwood floor.
After I logged in and booted everything up, I quickly migrated over towards my email and immediately, right at the top, was sitting an email from the McLaren team.
My eyes scanned over the very long email and stopped every motion of my body when I saw that they would be sending a private jet for me. A private jet would be flying me to Monaco from New York. On Thursday.
Today is Wednesday. I had less than a day to pack almost a week's worth of clothes, but also find a way to have someone come and watch my place. After the race weekend is over I'll more than likely fly back to my place in London.
Resting my head in my hands and taking a deep breath, I stood up and decided that instead of freaking out and wasting precious time I would start getting ready for the day ahead of me.
Quickly making my way towards my bathroom and turning on the shower so that it could heat up while I called the one person I knew I could trust to take care of my place.
It was a rare chance that they would actually be here in New York but I clicked on their contact anyways. Setting it to come out of the speaker and practically threw it onto the counter waiting for them to answer.
The call was just about to end when all of a sudden they picked up the call, "Dan'o! What do I owe the pleasure of you calling me this fine morning?" their deep Australian voice echoed out.
Letting out a sarcastic chuckle before I pulled my crewneck over my head, "Ha ha very funny Hugh Jackman. I have to make this really quick so I'm sorry in advance for the abruptness." he hummed in acknowledgement, "So I'm heading to Monaco to watch a race tomorrow but I think after that I am going to head back to London." I quickly rambled out.
Hugh chuckled lightly before sighing, "You want me to come over and check on your place every once in a while? I can do it. If I'm out of town I'll send someone else to do it okay?" he reassured me kindly.
In a weird way Hugh Jackman was kind of like a surrogate father to me whilst I was in the States. At least New York anyways.
Whilst I stuck my hand in the shower and realized that the water was warm enough I smiled, "Thank you, thank you, thank you Hughie! I really appreciate it. I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing!" I exclaimed before hanging up.
It might've seemed rude to hang up and not let him say anything, but he was used to it by now. About six years worth of being used to it. We had met when I had helped with a song for his movie "The Greatest Showman" back in 2017. After that we had always kept in contact.
Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I stepped into the steaming hot water and let it run all over my skin. Letting out a content breath as I automatically felt my body and muscles relax under the high temperature of the running water.
No matter how much of a rush I was in I never was able to take short showers. I loved the feeling way too much.
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a/n: getting invited by mclaren - dannie dream achieved lol
