Chapter 5

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(F/C) = Favourite Colour
(Ce/N) = Celebrity Name

"You're talking about THE Musique-Me studios? As in the one that has THE best music tech ever?" Ani was grabbing my shoulders and shaking me back and forth.

"For the millionth time, yes, we are going to the Musique-Me studios with the best tech ever." You answered flatly.

"How could you not be excited (Y/N)?" Ani looked at me.

"Because I'm the one who's taking you there?"

"You sure sound like you know what you're doing," the driver said. "I bet you have everything planned out once you get there."

"Heh, you sound so sure about yourself," you countered.

"Let's just say. . . I have the experience." He shrugged. The taxi then comes to a stop.

"This is your stop. It's on the house," he pushed your hand away when you tried to pay him.

"Just sign here," the driver handed you a notebook with a blank page and a (F/C) pen. You signed your name on it and passed it back to him. Ani exited the taxi and helped you out.

"Thank you. Have a great day ladies." He tipped his hat to us before driving off.

The building was not ordinary studio. It was quite a few stories high, so high that a helicopter pad was installed at the top of it. There was a platform below the helicopter pad, barred with metal railings and thick glass. The tall building looked at an office building from the outside, except for the neon pink sign that said:

Musique-Me Studios

"It doesn't look much," Ani commented.

"Don't worry, once you're inside, it's a whole other world," you promised. The glass doors slid open and the both of you took a few steps in before being greeted by a mob of people. You tried pushing yourself further in the building but you accidentally made it worse by getting separated from Ani.

"Ani!" You reached for her hand but she quickly disappeared from your line of sight.

This is bad, really bad. I've just lost Ani. What am I going to do?

As you were slowly eaten by the mob, someone came to your rescue.

"Enough!" Their voice echoed throughout the entire lobby. The crazy mob unanimously moved away from you as silence quickly descended upon them. A tall woman with brown sleek crop hair made her way towards you. You analyzed her immediate chic fashion style and her striking white rose sticking out of breast pocket.

"What is the meaning of this? Shouldn't it be (Y/N)'s manager personally meeting her?" The woman shot an accusing look at the mob

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"What is the meaning of this? Shouldn't it be (Y/N)'s manager personally meeting her?" The woman shot an accusing look at the mob. Murmurs broke out amongst themselves as they dispersed rapidly, leaving only you and the strict woman.

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