Chapter 9

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"Okay guys! We are here with Emma Hart from the S & W contest. Remember, if you like her, go online and vote under the "vote S & W link"

So lets begin!"

"So Emma, what first got you into singing?"

"Well, I always sort of had a good voice, but I was always so shy and afraid to sing in front of people....it sort of stopped me from doing what I love. But one day I decided I wasn't going to left fear stop me. And I just went for it!"

"Where do you picture yourself 10 years from now?"

"Hopefully, with a stable career in singing and maybe even have a few hit records."

"Wow. So your pretty confident?"

"I don't think I'm confident at all! I just like to imagine." I laugh

"How old we're you when you first started singing?"

"Probably about 6 or so."

"Do you live here in L.A?"

"Yes. I moved here about a year ago to start my career, but it hasn't gotten very far." I laugh again

"So, you've been out here for about a year now, so do you have any love interests? Or even a boyfriend?"

😑Once again.

"Um, well....I would say I have a love interest, but I'm not sure if "boyfriend" is the right word."

"I see." he grins

"Well thank you for your time! Again everyone, this is Emma Hart! If you like her, go vote online under the "vote S & W contest" link."

He presses the red button and it turns black.

"Thank you, again." he says

"No! Thank you!" I laugh

"I think they are gonna like you." he smiles

"Really? I don't seem very entertaining." I smile back

"I think we are just about to crack that shell of yours. I see you being a big hit."

"Well thank you." I smile again

Then I leave.

Crap! I think to myself. I completely forgot about Josh! I quickly check my text messages for his address. Then I drive.

I finally approach his beautiful house. Its HUGE! The structure is wooden and has a Tree House like appearance. I race up about 15 steps and knock on the door, a boy answers.

"Hi" I say to him.

"You must be Josh's brother." I smile as I put out my hand.

"Yeah, who are you?" he questionably shakes my hand.

"I'm a friend of Josh's."

"Hi Emma!" says Josh as he walks to the door.

"Hi!" I say as he gives me a hug.

"Come in." he says as he takes my arm. He leads me through his house and I can't help but stare in awe. It has a slick look to it. Every room is huge.

I see his mom and dad sitting down eating dinner.

"I'm so sorry!" I say

"I can come back later."

"No, no! It's fine." his mother says

"What's one more?" his dad adds

Josh pulls out a chair for me next to him and I sit down, thanking him. It was a bit silent and awkward, so I decided to break the ice.

"Well, I'm Emma. It's very nice to meet all of you." I smile

"You too." his mother says

"You can call me Michaelle"

"And you call me Chris" adds his father

"And I'm Connor" laughs the brother.

"So, you two are friends?" says his mom

"Yes. We are really good friends." Josh says

"So are you two dating or something?" Connor laughs

"Connor!" Michaelle yells

"I'm sorry" she adds

"It's fine." I pretend

We finish eating dinner and move to his gigantic outdoor deck. There is a luxurious fire pit, set deep into the deck. The seats for the fire put are even with the deck floor. Everything has detail, from the beautiful design plan down to the Buddha statue and soft white pillows. We just talk about things, life with me back in Indiana and life with them back in Kentucky. The conversation lingered and seemed to last forever. But after several hours, they decided to go to their hotel and call it a night. I wished them all a good night, and then there was just me and Josh. I asked Josh why they didn't stay, and he told me there were only two bedrooms in the house. I would have thought there would have been more.

"So!" he says as he lays on the white couch.

"So" I smile

"Do you like them? Cause they sure seem to like you!" he laughs, but not sarcastically.

"Yeah! You have a great family. Now I see why you love them so much! They are so fun and outgoing!"

"Yeah" he smiles.

"So, I've been meaning to ask you something." he spills

"Yes?"

He pats the couch cushion next to him, as if to sit down next to him. So I do.

"I was thinking, and I wanted to know if we should call it official?" he says nervously. He has that same nervous look on he did the night of the carnival.

"Us?" I ask. Hoping I'm right.

"Yes" he says

"Like say "we are dating?" I confirm.

"Yes" he says again

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