-Chapter 3-

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"Why are you doing this, this isn't you, why are you singing no other songs that aren't your own? In fact do you have any original songs?" That was only the beginning of what I called the end of my career and life because after I passed out in my penthouse bedroom from crying so much. I woke up to the sound of the news saying "Dawn is a star but she fell from the sky" I couldn't believe that it hasn't even been a day since my big flop. My panic run was all over the news, I knew that leaving my home would be hard and after my penthouse was swarmed once again by paparazzi and my phone was buzzing to over 1,000 bad reviews about my concert I knew what had to be done. I grabbed all my clothes and shoes and shoved them into my suitcase. However my manager Susie came in and said "What are you doing? You can't leave, what about the tour? "She said it in a way that she didn't only care about the tour. I responded saying" I have to go home, the fans are questioning, paparazzi have been publishing bad reviews on me and I don't know why, I need to go to Paris and figure this out on my own" inside I wanted her help but I knew she didn't want to. Susie paused, leaving me in absolute silence." I am coming with you" I responded so calm that I felt proud "What!" Ok so maybe not so calm. My mind went blank and Susie said "I am not just you manager Dawn I am also your BFF" what she said was true, I am always with Susie and not just in the studio. "I know you want to do this alone but you need your BFF to help you and you know it" I said no to her but the truth is I really wanted her to come. Her penthouse was next to mine so she packed her things and we were off the airport. I got swarmed by fans but I survived it. Susie and I got the first flight out of New York to Paris and we obviously had to get first class, I mean we're not crazy. After hours of Susie and I fangirl-ng over Once Upon A Time we got to Paris, France and I was home after 4 years.


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