"what do you mean, you don't want me on tour anymore?" i asked bart, my face probably showing shock as i looked around at the nine teenage boys in the room, my best friends.
"you just don't have the right look or sound bella." he spoke, like i was some business deal and not a fifteen year old girl, that his son had a crush on.
"and what look and sound is that?" i asked, clenching my jaw when nash rolled his eyes at me.
"you aren't what girls want to be arabella. you aren't what's going to make us money."
i looked up at who spoke, shocked that nash had just said those words to me.
"then i guess i'm sorry, i didn't realize this turned into just wanting to make money." i said softly, looking at the other boys before grabbing my stuff.
i walked out to the parking lot, and tears slipped from my eyes as my mom's white suv pulled up.
"they got rid of me." i said when i climbed in the car, a small sob leaving my mouth.
"well, i guess we'll just find someone that's not a complete fucking idiot." my mom said, making me laugh through the tears.
"you're gonna do just fine arabella, they need you more than you need them, trust me."
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june 12th, 2016 - los angeles
"arabella, you have a visitor!" scooter said over the mic, making me nod and take my headphones off. i took a sip of my water and walked out of the booth.
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i walked out to find scooter, looking annoyed and i looked over to see who was waiting with furrowed eyebrows, because he didn't annoy easily.
my blood boiled when i was met with four crystal blue eyes.
"can we talk to you, please?" hayes asked desperately as nash looked down.
"what?" i asked, sighing a little in annoyance and grabbing my phone.
"we want to do a magcon reunion tour, and we need you to be in it."
