"Michael we need to get your band more publicity. Do you understand me?" shouted my manager at me for the third time.
"Yeah whatever," I started, "that's not my job. My job is to play music. Not to get more publicity."
"We are getting you a girlfriend," he said sternly.
"Wait what the hell do you mean?" I asked
"The 5sos fam needs a surprise and you might -- I don't know maybe trend on twitter, I don't know but we can see." He said emotionlessly
"You are a awful manager. Do whatever the fuck you please to do because clearly I have no say in my life whatsoever." I said getting up from the leather chair in the confreres room and leaving.
Megan's pov
My cold, bare feet hit my tiled floor as I went to get breakfast.
*beep beep beep*
"fuck," I sighed putting my plate down and grabbing my phone.
"Hello" I said annoyed.
"Megan, hello. We have the perfect acting assignment for you," said my management.
authors note :
i understand this sucked but i usually just write in the form of text messages but i wanted to try this way. i hopefully will get better lmao leave tips and whatever. thank youuuuu
