Wish Upon A Star.

•Chapter 4•

Kevin,Duncan and Rue are currently in the car.

"Oh my Goodness! If Ana is dead or hurt I will kill you and take away all your stupid cars." Duncan stated, fretting over his darling sister.

Duncan never showed feelings, being born a Pisces— he was very strange. At the moment all he could think of was Ana, and the beautiful meals she prepared and how nice it smelled. He was trying not to think about Anasia's food but it was quite difficult, Ana was the best sister— she would always worry about him and try to make sure everything was perfect, he missed her; there was no one to annoy or tease, no one to cook savage masterpieces for his stomach.

One ecstatic thing about Kevin was that he cared, he was valiant and always put in effort, he was also an extrovert just like Ana. Kevin was like a big brother to Duncan, and he low key was getting a soft spot for Kevin— who wouldn't?

For he was kind caring, loving, he would always try to make his sister happy; and he knew Kevin had caught feelings for Anasia. Duncan hoped that one day they would get married, his sister needed to be happy, for she had been through a lot.

Just as Duncan finished his second box of pizza the car came to a halt in an elegant looking environment; there was a large hotel, called 'Raddison Blu' — it was a blue skyscraper, the ground floor consisted of luxurious cars.

"This is where Bob and the crew are supposed to hold the interview for your upcoming single." Rue informed with a scared look on his face.

Poor Rue, Duncan thought.

Kevin was very unhappy about the whole situation, no only was his career at stake but his whole life and most importantly Anaisa, he would literally drop anything to be with her for she was prominent to him.

If Ana sings: his career would be ruined, not that her voice wasn't good enough. Her voice was special to him, it was milky, rich in goodness, in fact she was like a goddess: her beautiful brown skin was the flawless. He couldn't wait for her to be back in her body, because he would adorn her with his love.

Meanwhile...

Anasia woke up with the feeling of affliction; her head was ringing like a mad woman who doesn't want to be cured. She tried opening her eyes, but her eyes seemed to her a mind of its own.

After a few minutes passed, she heard voices, deciding to make sure she was still at home and her mind was playing movie tricks on her about last nights events.

She peeped to she where she was, and unfortunately for her her stupid mind was right— she wasn't at home, but she was in a large room, decorated for a queen or king, with elegant designs, and the marble floors shining as bright as the stars.

So this is how it feels to be a rockstar? She thought looking at her surroundings, everything looked so expensive and glamorous.

Just as she was about to get up from the fluffy king sized bed, her body. . . or more like Kevin's body was in defiance of getting out of bed. Suddenly, the door swung open revealing an angry looking man, his eyes were cold, filled with abhor.

He walked into the room, staring intensely at her— as if he was trying to read her soul or even rip her soul out.

On the bright side if he did rip my soul out, I might happily find my way back to my gorgeous body. She thought dreamily.