Chapter 9: Busted

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I got up really late the next day. After all the drama from yesterday, Mr. White might still think that i am not serious enough for this music video. I wanted to prove him wrong. I watched TV and slowly ate my breakfast bagel. That's when I got an idea. We were going to go to the set at 12:30pm. There was plenty of time. It was only 11:00am. I looked threw my bags and found my beautiful designer boots, shirt, leather jacket and jeans. I laid them on the bed along with my giant designer bag which was stuffed with 4 of my best songs, my phone, phone charger, some money and my small ukulele. I couldn't bring my guitar in my purse so this was the closest thing that I had. I waited around. Then the time was 12:25pm. I was already dressed. I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs. I saw Mr. White

"Mr. White" I called. He turned around.

"Ah Emma. I see your feeling better." Mr. White replied. I was confuse. What did he mean.

"Feeling better? I was never sick." I said. Right when I said it the events of the day before came back to me. Oh no. A look of shock and confusion came on Mr. White's face.

"What do you mean Emma? Isn't that why you left so suddenly yesterday?" Mr. White asked.

"I..I..I yeah I mean um... It's a long story. Like I was you know sick but now I'm better. I...I just don't like thinking about it." I replied but it came out more as a question.

"I see. Um..never mind. How about we have some fun today. My limousine is just over there." Mr. White said pointing to a beautiful limousine. 

"OK" I said. Let the adventure begin.


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