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[Michael]

"Sooooo the Met Gala is next week..." I grab both of Riley's hands and kiss them.

"I'll understand if you don't want me to go-

"What? Of course I want you to go why wouldn't I?"

Her jaw drops, "Me? Little ole me?"

I laugh, "Yes you who else?"

"I don't know I- I'm just overwhelmed. You really want me to go?"

"Yes for the 100th time."

She smiles and kisses me, "Then yes I'll go."

"Good. You better start looking for a dress. The theme is 'The Art of Fashion' as in something abstract."

"Wait I don't have the mon-

"Don't worry about that, just pick out whatever you like, I'll find something that matches. I'm paying for it all."

"Michael you sure? That's a lot of money."

"Yes I'm sure."

"You are honestly the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I look at her in her eyes, her pupils dilated.

"Your the best thing that's ever happened to me too," I say.

She smiles and grabs the back of my neck, pulling my head closer to her and kisses me.

"Oh yeah your song drops today," I say.

I see her sigh, "Oh yeah."

"That's all you have to say!?"

She fake smiles, "I can't wait! It's gonna be played everywhere!" She says sarcastically.

"Every single time I bring up your music or .. that night, you always act weird."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. Your not telling me something."

"Michael I told you that writing is my first priority. Music is cool or whatever."

"Are you 100 percent positive there isn't anything wrong?"

"Yes."

"Okay I believe you."

[Riley]
"5...4...3...2...1!" Everyone counts down. My first song ever has officially been released. I'm nervous and scared at the same time.
What if they don't like it? What if they like it and want me and Diggy to make more music together? Loose or loose situation! My anxiety is attacking me. Five minutes after the song has uploaded, my heart is racing, everything blurry. I almost fall trying to sit on the couch.

I see Michael noticing I'm not okay; he runs over and assists me to sit on the couch.

"Riley, you okay?" He asks worriedly.

"No- my- anxiety-.." I try to talk but my heavy breathing gets in the way of every word I'm saying.

At this point, I'm too weak to even open my eyes but feel everyone staring at me.

"Somebody call 911!" Michael yells.

That's all I can remember.

[Michael]
The Next Morning...

I wake up in the chair in the hospital room; Riley soundly asleep. My phone is blowing up but I could care less. The doctor walks in and motions me outside the room. I walk outside and shut the door behind me.

"Anxiety attack," the doctor says instantly.

She told me she had anxiety, but why then?

"What could have caused it?" I ask.

"Sometimes thinking too hard and a lot of asking yourself 'what if?' Maybe too much caffeine or possibly depression."

"Do you know what happened last night is what I'm asking."

"Well there was not much caffeine shown in the results which is a good thing. Depression is a mind thing, you can't really be tested for that. Possibly she was thinking too hard."

Why would she be thinking too hard? I don't want to ask her; I'm pretty sure she has enough stress on her.
I go back in the room and wait until she wakes up which isn't until another hour.

"Michael?" I She says and turns to me.

"Yes?"

"I got to tell you something."