Chapter 4

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March 13 

(9:00 a.m) 

Kevin Danel hung up on one of his girls of his band, Crestfallen. Though he couldn't stand the girls, they were fun to watch when they made out on stage. 

He was a man in his mid-30s. He counted himself as an accomplished man, having started off as a poor boy living in the what was then the Soviet Union. He'd grown into a fine business man when he decided to create a pop band with two girls involved. Though money had been tight it had paid for itself in the end. He was now a multimillionaire with more money than anyone could have ever predicted. 

And now that Crestfallen's first album was coming out in less than three days he had never been so thankful. Not to mention that now MTV wants to sign Crestfallen onto a new reality television series. With this series the band's exposure will go through the roof. After this everyone will know the name of Crestfallen. 

Millions of albums will sell and then he can retire to a lap of luxury. He'd move back to Russia, buy a penthouse apartment and let the girls do whatever they wanted with the band. He didn't care what they did as long as he still got his ten percent.

Crina would probably sue him though if he ever did leave the band. She would more than likely force him to stay, she was a challenging one but at least she could be convinced over time. Lilium would probably cry if he left, she was a weak one but at least she did whatever she was told to do. Unlike Crina who had to be broken to get her to do anything! 

The girls would probably disband eventually anyway, no matter how much they "loved" each other, no one stays together forever. Every band falls apart, The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Bangles, The Go-gos, and so on from the sixties on no band stays together. Of course some groups are different and get back together after a while but they are never the same. 

Kevin's phone rang on his desk, his desk a cold wood mixture of cheap purchase. The hotel they had chosen to stay in was one of the shitest little rat holes they'd stayed in since Lisbon! This was place had comfy beds yes, however, the entire place smelled like his grandmother's house, soup and chicken. 

He reached for phone and said his usual, "What?" 

"Kevin are you serious about this?" Crina spat on the other end. "I mean how do you know this isn't a show that will make fun of us? Or will they accuse of us being fake?" 

Kevin rolled his eyes and sighed. "Calm down Crina, you know what?" He stated rising his voice. "You will find out at lunch! Now shut up and stop whining!" 

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Short chapter, if I ever have any other character's point of view, other than Lilium's or Crina's the chapter will be very short. 

Hope ♦

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