Hello There

21 1 2
                                        

No One to Trust

*two months later*

Gabriella's POV

I jog to the beat of "Im Yours" by Jason Marz, with an occasional two-step move. I landed a job as a dance instructor, I think the kids like me.

I'm still underage, so I've been living at the dance studio with the owner, Crysta. I pick up my pace and arrive exhausted. I open the door and double take at Crysta.

"Hey Crysta, who's the guy?"

I say looking at him. He adjusts his fedora and stands up.

"Crysta, is it her?"

"Yes sir, I'll leave you two alone."

He smiles at me and I closely look at him. He seems familiar, like a celebrity would look, tan skin, slight Afro looking hair, perfect smile, dark shining bright eyes...

"Bruno Mars...?" I am so confused right now. What does he want with me?

"You know uncle Roland?" I slowly nod.

"My uncle too." I stayed quiet for a moment. It took me a solid 5 minutes to realize what was going on.

"Y-you're my cousin...?" He smiles and nods. A bit too enthusiastically if you ask me.

"So.. What now..?"

"Well, I have a song to record.. Wanna come?" My eyes open widely

"Hell yeah I wanna go!" We both run out of the studio and into his car. I immediately see the resemblances. Same long thin fingers, soft looking hair, similar noses, and long legs.

All from my dad's side of my family. We stop at building that says Sony Records. Flashes everywhere too. Paparazzi, I like it. I smile and wave at the cameras, this is my dream. Bruno, or should I say Peter, nudges me and guides me inside.

*********************************

•IM SO SORRY I STOPPED UPDATING IM CONTINUING I HAD A MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK!•

No One to TrustWhere stories live. Discover now