Chapter17

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WILL NOT POST CHAPTER 18 UNLESS I GET 5 COMMENTS!

I know I changed the title from "Being the sister of R5" to "you could be the one that could mess me up"

I felt It fit better Sorry!

-Dreaminonasunday

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December 15

Maddy's POV

It was freezing! Dan,Phil, and I are walking towards the bbc1 studios. And I feel like I need a parka. I do I wouldn't lie it's awful! And I grew up in New England.

"Dan, how long is my interview going to be?"

"I think we are going to do a 20 25 minute one."

I nodded knowing that after this The Harries brothers are going to meet Phan and I at Nandos for lunch. Yes I call them Phan, jealous much? Out of the corner of my eye I saw Phil slowly make his way towards me. He could sense I was cold. He took off his jacket and placed it on my shoulders. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back but I swear I saw Phil Lester blush. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. My mind was taken off of that when my phone rang. I grabbed it out of my pocket,

"Nice Ringtone," Dan told me smirking. It was the line from supernatural where Dean says Pudding. Right away it knew it was my agent, Jonathan James.

" do you want the good or bad news first" He asked right away in his deep voice.

"Bad" I told him. Honestly I just wanted to know why he called.

"Bad news Doctor Who doesn't need you anymore." I frowned this call just got depressing "good news the director of Supernatural just called and he thinks you would be perfect for the Role of Abigail Winchester."

"Eeeeeeeeeppppppppp" I screamed I couldn't believe it. "When can I audition?"

"No audition you just need to do a screen test with Jensen, Jared, and Misha. If you do good you have the part. by the way it's Friday ,"

"Meaning I have to miss my concert and Marcus's birthday."

"I'm really sorry sweetie you know I wouldn't intentionally do this. I also need you to fly back tomorrow."

"Okay thank you Jon I will see you tomorrow." I sadly told him as I hung up.

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