New York, New York

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Bing. It's a text message from Sophie, my best friend:

S: Hey Grace boy, do you have any plans tonight?

G: I don't think so, but I think I might have this family dinner.

S: Ohhh kk, just tell me when you are free.

G: Sure thing soph! 

S: I wanted you to sleepover at my house tonight to meet some friends!

G: hmm i'll ask my mom if I can go, k?

S: okay, but if they say no it's fine. i know you are free someday.

G: okay wait a second

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I asked my mom if I could go sleepover. "Sure, Gracie. What time do we pick you up tomorrow?," asked my mom. I pointed up 7 fingers "AM," I said smiling. My mom nodded and hugged me.  By the way, we were already in the limo.

Bing:

S: So, what did she say?

G: She said yes yes and yes!

S: OMG yay! What time are you going to get picked up tomorrow?

G: Around 6/7 AM.

S: Okay, good. Thanks so much for squeezing me in in your tight schedule!

G: always here, soph.

S: k bye!

G: byeee

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I looked out my window. Buildings and people. LOTS of them. We came to our hotel early so we just walked around town. I met maybe about 15 fans. It was so fun! Then we came to where Blythe said we were going to meet, this tiny cafe on the corner. I saw her and then I ran to hug her. She said that she had reserved the stage for me to perform, so I smiled and went up there. First I sang We Don't Believe Whats On TV and then my song Moonlight. I loved how at the end of each song, everyone clapped and there is either one or two people who would whistle.

 We took some pictures outside of the shop and then walked to the Vogue building. Once we went inside all I smelled was glamour. And it looked like it had glamour. It was glamour. Everyone was glamorous! We were escorted to the photographing room and these fashion designers started dressing me up. We took more than about 300 pictures that day.

 I looked at the stars and the moonlight. I rest my head on the car door and slept. This is one of the most finest days ever.

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