Chapter 1

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"Yes, i want that girl, Jemima."

"But sir, we have Demi Lovato or Selena Gomez. We don't even know who is Jemima ? Where is she come from ?"

"I know. But i'm sure that she will be such a great star."

"But sir..."

"Just get me her. I want her. Only her."

"yes sir..."

In The Other Side of The Country

"See me cry, see me laugh..." *beep beep* My phone ringing for the thirty times today. This time, i decide to answer it.

"Who the hell are you ?"

"Wow, slow down! I'm Jeannice."

"Jenise? Jenise? who?"

"It's Jeannice, not Jenise. I'm Mr. Mason Conor assistant."

"And who is that Mason Conor?"

"He is The Executive Producer of the Syco music. How could you don't know that?"

"Well, because i don't know?"

"Whatever. Where you at?"

"My house ?"

"No silly, your country?"

"Oh, umm i was born in Bradford, stay in Mullingar and now..."

"Straight to the point, Where are you now ?"

"umm.. London?"

"Nice, meet me at Starbucks 175 Tottenham Court Road, Bloomsbury. I'm wearing white shirt and black skirt."

"Typical adult."

"Shut up and just meet me there in an hour."

She hung the phone.

I don't get it, who is she? Syco Music? Executive Producer? What are they ? Well, i'm not that stupid, it's just that, how they got my number ? weird

"Sweetie! You're coming ?" My mom shouted from the ground.

I walked down the stairs.

"Nah, i don't think so mum." I said.

My mom frowned,"why ?"

"I...um... i gotta meet.... um... Cassandra. yeah Cassie. i missed her so much."

"You know i don't believe that. But whatever. Just don't forget to lock the door when you leave and don't home too late."

"yes mommy. Thanks."

i walked her to the door,"see you on weekend, honey."

"see you mom." i kissed her cheeks.

"Love you." She said and drive away.

"Love you too." I shouted.

Let's start from the top. My name is Jemima. Jemima Flynn. I know 98% of you thought that my parents are split and i have no siblings. Nope, that's so wrong. My parents are still together. My dad is in Mullingar. He's a music Director in a recording label. He came home to London every two weeks. And my mom. She's an amazing dancer. She works in London Dancing School. But this week, she has to dance for this event in somewhere outside London. My mom is a young mother. she's almost 39 this year, and my dad is 40th. And my siblings? Yeah, they both are dancers. And they got in to the best dance school ever. And it's in Los Angeles. So basically, i'm the only one who has no talent. Well, not at all. I'm singing. But my family don't know that. I uploaded my videos to youtube. and that's all.

[Hour later]

I chose this white shirt, with long sleeve and short pants. I don't know why, i just wanted to. I grabbed my phone and purse and put them in a small bag. I grabbed my car key and walked to the car. I'm not that poor, i have my car when i was 16th as a birthday presents from my dad. I'm 18th now. it's been 2 years but i still in love with this car. i put on my ray bans and drove away.

After 15 minutes, i finally got here. I cut the engine and got out the car with my glasses on. I got in to the starbucks and find no woman in a white shirt and black skirt. I looked at my watch. She should be here in any minutes.

i decided to order something.

"Welcome, can i help you with something?"

"can i have Espresso Frappuccino Light Blended Coffee, please?"

"sure, anything else?"

"yes, two Cinnamon Swirl and also Classic Blueberry Muffin two."

"Sure, here's your foods. Happy eating."

"Thanks."

i grabbed my food and sit near the windows, my favorite seat after all, waiting for this Jenisse or Jeannice or whatever her name is.

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