So, I've been doing what I've had to fall back on - NOTHING. Who's fault is that? Marina's snobby ass, and Warren Amadeus Thomas, ha ha.
Anyways, the only thing I've been doing is walking around, and eating unhealthy, yummy food. I've listening to exactly 18 voicemails from people from the team, and Sara, and my 3 friends, Kara, Roxxy, and Lorena.
"Hey, Summer, I heard about what happened, and I'm very sorry. Shoot me a call, maybe we can hang out." 1.
"Hi Summer, it's Anna, Sara's friend. I am so sorry about what happened, this is my 3rd voicemail, you know how weird I get. Me, Lorena, and Sara are getting our nails done, and maybe it would cheer ya up, y'know? Please call back. Bye!" 2.
And bla, bla, bla. 16 later, I get this voicemail.
"Summer! Ey! Antonio here! Well, Warren Amadeus, hee hee, was going to call me and Chelsea when she was at my house. But an hour and a half before then, we called Warren, told him he was an ass, and quit. When you get off your lazy booty, and start calling people back, yea I hear things, I'll tell you about it. Oh, and I'm at your door. Bye."
Antonio, Antonio. Wow. Wait, WHAT?
I opened my door to make sure he wasn't screwing with me, and there he was, with Chelsea. They looked happier than ever. Then, they each moved in the opposite direction, and revealed Sara. Wait, WHAT?
"We're here to support you!!!" Sara said, enthusiastically. Her, Antonio, and Chelsea walk in to my apartment, while I'm in yoga pants, a dark, gray, baggy tank top with the Born This Way album cover on it, and a messy bun, and I'm eating a Pink Frosted Donut with sprinkles. The Homer Simpson Donut. I'm such a foodie.
Okay, enough about me. We finished the album too though. Then, Antonio added to what Sara said.
"Okay, so, 3 days ago, at 2:30 in the mornin', me and Chelsea broke into Masterman, and she was look out, while I broke allthe cameras, and stole all the copies of the ALBUM!" When Antonio said ALBUM, he opened his denim vest to show a big ass pile of albums! Damn, his pockets are big in that vest! I chuckled a little, then looked at Sara.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school? It's Wednesday, and noon." I smiled, thinking she was hiding something.
"Weeeell, I kind of dropped out."
Me, Antonio, and Chelsea screamed, "WHAT?!"
Sara exclaimed, "I'm taking classes online! So, I'm doing well in those, and talked to dad, and he decided to let me drop out. I'm 16 now, and he says I'm old enough. As long as I don't pull an Iggy Azalea on them. Which I did."
"What are you saying?" Chelsea asked, a little confused.
"I moved into Lorena's apartment, and I help with the rent." Sara exclaimed.
We were all in shock. Lorena said she got a roommate, but wouldn't say anything about her. I had no idea it was Sara!
The thing that shocks me most is that we name are from South Carolina. Now, me and Sara are in Los Angeles. Then, Sara asked me something.
"Look. I need to ask you something very important. I moved in with lorena just to get my act together, and I can trust her most. But, I wanna move in with you."
I was in shock. Sara just asked me if I would let her live with me. I'm 23, she's 16, that means she's still a minor. I'm going to be in charge of her well-being, and her education, and I would love for her to live with me! I said okay. Meanwhile, my Uncle Greggori, and my Aunt Melissa have no idea where she is, other than Los Angeles. Even if I tried to call them, they would not answer.
Then, we all made a plan, regarding OUR album (Wow).
Antonio said I was in charge of advertising with him, and Chelsea was going to call a record producer, to help us with releasing the album, under an independent base. Then, we got to work!
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Begging For Forgiveness
General FictionA young woman, set out to find her dream. A woman who found her dream, but just has to get there with the help of Masterman Records. But she runs into a lot of problems along the way, with the risk of hitting Rock Bottom. One moment, she's climbing...