To Be A Star

Flying Solo

I finally found the courage to go onto the plane.

I also found an unwanted guest.

"We need to talk Angie." Robin told me strainght forward.

"No we don't." I said as I pushed him away.

He made MY heart break.

So why should I care about his?

Well... he is nice, sweet and caring and loving.

A dream guy anyone would wish for.

But still.

He broke my heart.

HE hurt ME.

I turn away and didn't look at him.

"Come on Angie. You need help from a singer. Either me or your mom." He pleaded.

I didn't answer.

I heard him sigh and get up from the seat and go to his own area.

I sighed once he left.

The plame started moving amd I shrieked.

Robin came running.

I was gripping onto the arm rests very very tightly.

My knuckles started to turn white.

He pulled me gently off of the chair and set me leaning on him and sat both of us down.

I still gripped onto my arm rests so Robin sighed and randomly pulled out a pillow.

I started to randomly hug it and then the plane started flying.

I started breathing hardly.

Robin got out his phone amd played some calming music.

I started to relax and then fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning in my bed.

I searched frantically for my bag and phone.

Eerything was there.

But there was one thing new.

An envelope.

From Robin.

I decided to open it.

Dear Angelina,

I am questioning myself if I am going to move away or not.

The only thing keeping me from leaving is you.

Yet I still must move for my career to continue and for my family.

But will you still go to the party with me???

Truthfully yours,

Robin

I stood staring at the letter. Unsure about what to do.

He said he is staying here because of me.

My phone started to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Miss. Angie. We just wanted to remind you that the contest starts tommorow so please do remember to come! We would prefer you stay in our campus, but seeing you have family here it's best for you to stay with them. Thank you Miss, and have a good day!"

Then the voice hung up.

I checked the bag again and found something new in it.

Another envelope.

I must be imagining things.

FIRST a dream about fairies.

NEXT a wierd globe thing that I now love.

NOW wierd things appearing.

"I am losing my mind." I say aloud.

"Actually you aren't sweetheart. All you are doing is ruining the perfect set up I made for you." I hear a voice say from behind me.

I turn to find a pretty woman behind me withh a headset they use backstage with a clopboard and pen in hand.

"Who are you?" I ask unsurprised that this happened.

"Good thing you didn't faint. And I am your fairytale writer." Brune says. (Named her after her hair color. Try to guess it!)

And at that statement I fainted.