Cant Always Make Reality Exceed Non-reality

The Studio

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Camilas pov

     24 hours before

              " No, I don't care if you need more money. Its not gonna happen, momma tell him," I tug on my moms arm and look at her. For him to even think that I would comply to his request was preposterous.

   " Camila, its only on the side, you're still going to be in Fifth Harmony..." Simon butts in, cutting off me madre.

"Honey..." my mom looks at me and sadly smiles,"I mean....maybe this is for the best?" She suggests, her voice soft and smooth, like what she was saying wasn't going against everything me and my sisters have talked about the past couple of years.

I take my hand away from her arm and step back,"...the best? Really? You think the bond between me and the girls being broken is 'for the best'?" I look at her incredulously.
"This isn't right. No. You can't make me do this," I shake my head and clench my teeth. They can't physically make me do this. Boy was I wrong about that...
"Camila....we can actually. It's on your contract," Roger gives Simon a folder and he takes out the packet that I had signed back in 2012. "Flip to page 10," he says.
I flip to page 10 and read it.
Then I read it again. And again. How could I not've seen this while I was signing this? Oh right, I was so excited about getting signed that I didn't even care about the control they were gonna have over me. All I've ever wanted to do was sing, and when I got the opportunity, I took it. No questions asked.
I handed him back the packet and sat down on the table, hands against the side to hold me up.
"Well...what happens if I don't follow the contract?" I ask, trying desperately to find a way out of this. There has to be a way.
"You could go to jail...well first there would be a court date and then we would go from there, but this is written proof that you agree with this contract. So there's really no possible way you could get out of this without either going to jail or coming up with the insanely large amount of money that would be equivalent to the amount that we could possibly make with you having a solo career," Simon explains, taking his glasses off his face to rub his eyes.
I would go to jail? I....I can't do that, I'm just 18 years old..
"How much money?" I ask, my mom stays quiet while watching this all play out.
Simon sighs,"I couldn't possibly know the exact amount, but if you want a ballpark guess it'd be...um 5 million,".
My jaw drops. There's no way a solo career could cost 5million bucks.
Simon notices my open jaw and adds on," with a solo career comes a solo album, concerts, merch, singles, features, music vids, meet and greets, and a feature endeavor of possible albums," he finishes.
"How long would I go to jail for?" I squeak out, tears brimming my eyes, just waiting to fall.
He shakes his head," I don't know Camila, I'm not a lawyer".
I drop my head, trying to contemplate even half a year in jail. I'm a twig, those prison girls would break me and use me as kindle for a fire. Even emotionally, I know I wouldn't be able to do it. To not have my girls there to support me. Dinah wouldn't be able to make jokes with me or back me up when someone disses me. Ally wouldn't be able to make sure I woke up on time or make me feel like things were gonna be okay. Normani would no longer be able to make jokes with me or taste test my master chef skills. And Lauren... Oh my god I haven't even thought of leaving Lauren... she wouldn't be able to cuddle me when I feel lonely or initiate deep talks at 3 o'clock in the morning. She wouldn't be able to suggest new songs for me to listen to, or criticize lyrics that I'm iffy on. She wouldn't be there to make sure I get included in conversations or take care of me when I get sick. No more camren hugs, cuddles, talks. And oh my god. Who would laugh at my jokes?????

But it's either that....5 million dollars, which is not gonna happen, or the girls thinking I betrayed them. Hmm...so jail for an unknown amount of time with the girls loving me, or no jail with the girls hating me.....