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RACHEL-

“Ha! Did I do that right?” Justin and Chaz laughed. “No then?”

“No.” Justin chuckled.

“Hey, Call of Duty to me is like makeup and hair to you.” I said with a frown. Just then Ryan walked in. Everything went quite.

‘I apologized.” He said. “Happy now?”

“Thrilled!” I said jumping up and hugging him. He didn’t hug me back. Then my phone rang

O-M-G, you're so sexy

You know you caught my eye with that B-O-O-T-Y

O-M-G, shawty's such a freak

She says she want to go back to my C-O-N-D-O

Let's go

Let's go

Justin looked at me. I smiled and answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Rachel, it’s mom.”

“Hola mom ma.”

“Hey hunny, so how are you?”

“Wonderful!”

“So, when do you come home?” She asked.

“Home? Mom I haven’t been home in like two years.”

“I mean back to California.”

“In like two weeks. But then tour starts the week after.”

“What?”

“Scooter said you knew.”  I heard her sigh.

“He probably told me.” Yeah, and you were completely wasted… she does a good job of hiding that.

“Yeah, do you know what places?”

“Well, most of the states probably, and I have no clue what countries.”

“Mom, don’t get offended by this but can I ask you a question?”

“Of course hunny.”

“Is it okay if I ask Scooter to be my manager?” I sucked in my breath, it hurt to ask but I knew it was for the better. There was silence on the other end.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” I closed my eyes.

“I just don’t think this ‘working with family’ is working. I’m sorry mom, I love you.”

“Love you too hun.” She said.

“Bye.” I hung up. Justin wrapped his arms around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked. I nodded.

“I should probably call Scooter.” I said dialing his number.

“Hey Scooter, it’s Rachel.”

“Hey Rachel, what’s up?”

“Well, I kind of just fired Kim….”

“Do you want me to be your manager?”

“Please.” I said.

“I’d love you represent you.”

“Thank you so much Scooter!” I hung up with him, feeling happier, this was for the better. “What time is it?” I asked Justin.

“8:35” he said sitting down and pulling me into his lap. I sighed.

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