Tiffany is a fifteen year old girl who everyone would expect to have a perfect life. She has a large house, everyone seems to love her, and her dad is Freddie Mercury. So what seems to be the problem?
So everyone this came out of me being bored and...
Author's Note: Ok everyone, get ready to hate me. I almost didn't write this chapter because I didn't want to embarrass myself. But I just couldn't resist and I apologize. This chapter involves a boy band who lived long ago named Menudo. They were relevant in the eighties so they're gonna be relevant in this story. If you don't know who they are, good. But I honestly love them. If not, you're about to know now and I suggest you do your research. By the way they will be relevant in later chapters and in a future book which will be out sometime next year or over the summer. Anyways the two who have significance in this story are Ricky and Sergio. Ricky is the one on the top looking dead and like he doesn't want to be there. And Sergio is the one all the way on the far right who knows that he's fine as hell. Anyways, enjoy this installment. Shit is about to go down.
The phone rings in my room. Who the hell is calling me at five in the afternoon? I can't answer that question until I answer the phone. "Hello?" I greeted the person on the other side. "Hey is this Tiff?" The familiar voice asked. "Yes this is she." I replied still not knowing who it was. "Ok good. It's Joe." He told me. "OH HEY!" I yelled due to excitement. I haven't talked to Joe since we had our first hangover. There was nothing that we had against each other, we were just busy all the time. "Hey, how are you?" He said and something was just off. I could sense the bullshit.
"Not so good. Patricia broke up with me! She was cheating on me with some random hoe!" Joe yelled and began to cry. I felt so bad for him and I was mad at Patricia. How could she do that to someone who is such a great person? I'm not going to try and beat her up, I have some form of class. "Oh my goodness Joseph that's awful! I'm so sorry!" I said feeling sympathetic. "My real name isn't Joseph." He told me. I raised my eyebrow confused. "Then what is it? Just Joe?" I asked.
He sighed. "Don't tell anyone, but its Josephine. There was an error on my birth certificate." He told me in an embarrassed tone. "Yeah and a drastic one at that!" I screamed while laughing. "It's not funny Tiffany Mary Bulsara Mercury." I continued to laugh. It was just too funny. "Im sorry!" I yelled. Once I calmed down, our conversation continued. "I feel like shit. Do you want to do something tonight?" Joe asked me. I sat up from my bed. "Yeah, of course. What do you want to do?" I replied while placing my hair to my left shoulder.
"I want to do something, I don't know, crazy or fun. Are there any concerts in this area?" He said. "The only one I know of is Menudo." I told him. "Ok, let's go to that then." Joe said eagerly. I'm confused once again and shocked by his eagerness. "But, you hate Menudo?" I said and glanced at my poster of the group that is on my wall.
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What her poster looks like^
"I mean they're not that bad. I'd be willing to go see them with you." He insisted. "Ok sounds like a plan, see you at seven." I told him then hung up. The first stop that I went to was my closet. There was nothing remotely appealing that I could wear to a concert. Only because the only ones I would go to were my dad's. And I'd be in pajamas backstage not actually seeing much. I remember the first time I saw him, when I was six for one of his News Of The World shows. That was when I realized who he actually was. Who I was the daughter of, who I called dad all my life.
