Shaunee's POV
ღI was sitting there, beside Mark, scrolling through options of bands for 2 hours.
We had contacted almost every manager and no one wanted anything to do with us.
I slumped in my chair dramatically.
"Mark what are we gonna do?"
Mark signed. "Save your complaining, we'll find someone."
Mark was determined to find me a band to preform with.
"This is f*cking stupid Mark...." I moaned.
"Hey look here!"
I leaned over Mark's shoulder at a website he had discovered.
"This band needs some help getting known, if we teamed them up with you, it would benefit both of you!" Mark exclaimed.
I eyed the website.
"Not following."
Mark spun around in the chair to face me.
"Look, you need help right?"
I shot Mark a dirty look. "Not really...."
"Shaunee...."
"F*ck....sure..." I rolled my eyes.
"And they need help getting well known, like you. If they preform with you, people will love them, and it'll help you gain popularity also." Mark grinned at his "logic."
"One Direction?" I squinted at the computer screen.
"Yup." Mark replied, clicking a picture of the five boys.
"Cute ain't they?" Mark giggled.
'Giggled'
He f*cking giggled.
I was getting more angry by the second. They think they can just ride off my career because no one likes them? Well, they're sadly mistaken.
"Cute? No f*cking way Mark. I mean look...that hair." I said gesturing toward the one with long hair.
"Like what the hell are you trying to pull off?"
Mark laughed. "Their more...the rock type....I know your not used to that style."
I eyed..."Harry."
"What are you saying Mark? That I can't be a bada*s?"
Mark sat down. "No, no. I know you can be one of those plenty." He signed.
I smiled with satisfaction.
"This conversation is over." I huffed, and sashayed away.
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Teen FictionShaunee Jonas never knew who she really was or to whom she belonged too. What she did know was that she had a knack for music. She adored it, and when she sang a strange addiction she possessed captivated many who heard her sweet voice and tone. W...
