Here I am sitting in the office of a lady that wants to pay me to "pretend date" Brad Simpson. Who even does that? Like hell yeah I wanna do it, the money would be needed and it'll be a great story to tell later so why not? But out of everyone, me, why me? Oh wait, I remember I want to his show with one of my friends, no big deal, I like his music, I suppose it's alright. Simple as that, but the next thing you know some big bulky security guard is guiding me to the back stage area, I was so lost at that moment I didn't ask questions and just followed them, was I in trouble, but if I was, what did I do?
No, I wasn't in trouble and now you know where that "back stage incident" has led to, I am now sat at a ladies desk, being asked to mess with millions of teenage girls brains into thinking I'm dating a famous singer, but me being me, I wasn't thinking , I just replied with a yes.
What have I just gotten myself in to.
Hey guys, I know I'm very sorry it's a short chapter but that's just because it's the first one !
- Grace x
