Not Always Glamorous

Chapter 15: Taking Grammy to the Grammy's

Heyguys. Iknowthatthelastchapterwasreallyshort, butIwillhaveyouknow, I'vemadeanexcitingdecision. Thisisgoingtobeaseries. No, I'mnotevenclosetofinishingthisbook, butitwillaseries. Thenextbookwillbecalled "NotAlwaysFun", andIthinkthiswillbethemostexcitingbookyet. Soanyway, hopeyoulikethischapter. Ohandinsteadofsayingbleep, Iamgoingtoput ******, k? k.

Kisskiss,

Jade

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Chapter 15: TakingGrammy to theGrammys

     So, after I made the pasta, me and Harry went up to his bed again. I started digging in while Harry put his food down and got up and left. He returned with a big white sheet. "Honey, what the **** are you going to with that. "Do you have any big hair clips?" was all he said. "Sure?" I asked confused. I went to my (HUGE) bathroom and got 3 hair clips I used when my hair was drying after I took a shower.

     "Thank you, babe. These are perfect." So he clipped the sheet to the closet in front of the bed and left to go in a drawer. He pulled out a modern looking box with what looked liked a camera lens. "What is that?" I asked. "Its the new Projecto 3000!" he responded excitedly. "English please?" I asked him. "Its a projector." he said more bored.

     "So...why do we need a projector?" I asked. "Because we are going to have movie night tonight! Whatever movies you want, I won't complain. Any chick flick or rom-com, anything." he told me. Really? ANYTHING I wanted? And he wouldn't complain? All night?

     "Okay!" I jumped at the offer. "Lets look through Netflix!" as we were looking through the movies, my phone rang in my pocket and I screamed. GOD, that was scary! Anyway, my grandma's face and name pops up on my screen. "Hang on, babe. I gotta take this." I always take my grandmothers phone calls because, number one, she is my grandma, number 2, she is like HALF the reason on I am a singer today.

      Ever since I was 10 years old, I would write songs, we would second draft them, she would play the piano and stuff, and we would record it. All of them sounded amazing. I couldn't believe it was me. She was a music teacher, so even when music wasn't my passion, I still grew up very close to music.

      So anyway, I stepped outside the room and answered the phone. "Hey, Gramma! What's up?" I asked her happily. "Oh nothing, I just wanted to ask you something. But let's stop talking about me! What are you doing?" she told me. "Oh not much, Harry and I are just having a movie night." I responded. "Oh well, I'm sorry to interrupt your plans, I will just make this quick." she told me reassuringly. "No,no, Gramma. You don't need to rush, what was you question."

      "Oh well I know that you are performing at the Grammys in a two weeks AND got nominated for 5 awards, so do you think you could take a proud grammy to the Grammys?" she asked nervously. If I was a grandmother and had to ask her granddaughter to take me to the Grammys, I would be too. "OF COURSE! Why wouldn't I let you come? Yeah, yeah, when I fly out to Las Vegas I will tell Christopher (A/N: Christopheris my pilot for my private jet) to make a trip to go pick you up."

      "Really? You would go all the way to pick me up in CT when you are going from California to Las Vegas?" he asked surprised. "Gram. Its my private jet. Its not like I want to get off it!" I told her. "True. So 2 weeks?" she asked confirming. "Yup, I will send you an email with all the details." I told her. "Okay thank you so much! Have fun! Practice, practice, practice!!!" she told me obviously happy. Wait, that reminded me of something..."OK, bye, Gram." I told her. I hung up.  I forgot to pick a song to perform!