Chapter 2: Lovatic Escape (Behind The Scenes)

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(Demi's P

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(Demi's P.O.V)

I sat in my study, along with Tiffany, my ever-efficient assistant, Brandon, my manager and all the other members of my team. The worldwide Lovatic Escape Contest organized by me had come to an end and it was time to choose the lucky winners. I turned on my iPad and opened the folder containing the entries.

The first entry was by Emily Rose from London. She was 20 years old and studying to be a doctor. Lovatic since the age of thirteen, Emily's message to me was sweet and simple: she had thanked me for being there for her through her darkest times. I smiled to myself, knowing that I would have to see this message countless times now.

Emily had sent a video of her singing my song 'Nightingale'. Her voice was cute. After the video came to an end, Tiffany looked at me.

"Demi, what do you say, keep or discard?" she asked.

I thought for a while. It was the very first entry. It's not like I could make every single entry a winner; I could choose only a few; only ten out of the six thousand entries if I'm being honest. Nevertheless, I decided to choose Emily.

"Count her in." I said, "We have one winner, for now."

Tiffany wrote her name and entry number down in a small notepad lying nearby.

Same fate resonated with Paige Roberts from San Francisco, who sang 'Sorry Not Sorry', but used an acoustic guitar instrumental as the backing karaoke track. I checked her entry and saw that she was the owner of an online lovatic merch store.

"We've got a businesswoman here, huh?" I laughed. "Count her in."

By the time I chose Paige, I had already gone through a few hundred entries. I also chose Anastasia Rodriguez from Bratislava, Slovakia, and Jade Mitchell from San Diego. There is a special reason behind choosing Jade, she used to be my lovatic pen pal and used to send me cute gifts and letters from time to time. But as time passed, I got busy with work and forgot to reply to her letters and she stopped sending anything altogether. Maybe this would be an opportunity to rekindle the friendship, I thought.

There were still about two thousand entries to check. I handed over the iPad to Tiffany and instructed her and the others to continue the sorting. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes as I attempted to stifle a small yawn. Yes, I was exhausted.

I would occasionally comment yes or no and the others kept working. At length I pulled out my phone and started playing candy crush.

I got so engrossed in the game that I didn't notice Tiffany standing in front of me or hear her calling my name repeatedly until she snatched the phone away from my hands.

"Hey, give it back!"

"Not until you check the final few entries. We have done most of the sorting." Tiffany said, crossing her arms.

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