having a passion for acting, y/n strikes to become the next best hit. with a deal with her parents, y/n flys to new york for a month to prove she's famous worthy. but when a rival and a love interest comes into play. will y/n succeed in proving her...
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During these rehearsals, we have learned the importance of keeping in track of whether or not your mic is on or off.
i know this because there was this one time i had to return isabella's mic not knowing the mic was on, i said her hair looked not so great and not well put together.
the mic guy said the my mic was on and that i needed to be more mindful next time.
well. god work so good because now i was telling roger on my plan on how i was going to ruin isabella.
and tell my why this boy already knew izzy was bad person? he just wanted oakely to perform with her... what the hell.
but anyways we made sure to agree and plan was set in place.
...
i walked home relatively happy. i wanted something eat before i headed upstairs so i went to a near by chicken spot.
but my walks became more slow and my happiness faded when i saw miguel sitting on a fountain in what looked liked the middle of new york.
i noticed me and immediately got up to go leave.
"WAIT MIKEY!" i shouted
he ignored me and kept walking
"MIKEY STOP"
"MIGUEL" i said stopping. he turned around and looked me waiting for me to continue.
"you were right. she's not good. i sold my soul to something that didn't even help me in the end. i feel stupid. now i'm the dick now. i understand you were just trying to help and i understand if you never want to talk to me again"
he walked up to me.
"i never wanted to stop talking to you loser. and you are stupid, i just wanted you to realize." he smiled
i smiled back feeling hopeful
"but don't think your words didn't hurt me cause they did."
"oh. mikey you know i didn't mean that. im so sorry."
"it's fine y/n/n" he said caressing my face
"let's go sit" i said
"sure"
Some time past and i felt so comfortable in this moment again.
wow, who knew i would be in new york for a huge passion of mine. and with someone i genuinely like.
"you know what miguel...you're not as bad as i thought you were when i first met you." i said smiling at him.
he gently placed his hand on my thigh.
sure, my life was going pretty bad at the moment...my once most favorited idol turned out to be one fucked up, stuck up arrogant jerk. and my father still believes that i'm not making any progress.
and he's sort a...kind a...right.
But instead of crying. instead of wishing. i'm happy. i'm happy to be here. right here. right now. with a genuine person.
i looked to miguel coming out of my thoughts. for the first time in my life, i realized i liked miguel. and i was wrong about him. and i was wrong about his mother...
i smiled at him again.
he looked at me and cupped my face. i rested my head in his hand as i closed my eyes never wanting to leave this spot.
"miguel" i said to him.
"mi vida" he said softly
"i like it better when i'm with you"
and there it was, us both, sitting on a fountain at a local park down in downtown manhattan.
