Author's note:
So, it's been waaaaay too long since i've updated this. Haha, well, here's an update finally! I've been coming up with a lot of ideas for this story, so there will be tons to come! I hope you enjoy and if you like this story so far, don't forget to vote and comment so I know if I should continue or not! I can tell you this will be a bit of a long story, like Slave to the Rhythm. So, be prepared for many chapters!
Enjoy!
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Social anxiety gnawed at her feet as she walked slowly ahead.
“This is horrible.” She quietly said, observing herself in the glass on the walls as they passed through the hallways.
“This is great!” D’s gigantic smile showed it all as she jumped with glee.
“This is a disaster waiting to happen.”
“This is the best day of my life!”
“Dawn, how can you possibly be happy about this? You know I have social anxiety.”
“Jace, it’ll be okay…Just say hello. It’s not that hard, cheesehead.”
She rolled her eyes, stopping dead in her tracks when that angry-eyed, curly-haired woman stood before her with crossed arms. Her expression was blank and irritated as she spoke. “Hi. Michael wanted to see you, so he told me to bring you to the back lobby.”
D looked at her with excitement and she returned the look with one of worry as they moved onward.
“The back lobby? D, I don’t like this.” She whispered, holding onto her arm tightly.
“Relax, Jace…Everything’s gonna be okay. He probably just wants to meet you.”
“Yeah, or cause trouble…You know he’s no good, hell, the name of the tour is Bad.”
“Dude, come on…It’s not like he’s Al Capone or something.”
“How do you know? This could be a trap to be murdered or eaten or something.”
“So now he’s a cannibal? Jaycee-”
“Okay, so just wait here. He’ll be here soon.” The annoyed girl grumbled. When she began to take her leave, she stopped, turning around to eye Jaycee from head to toe with a sneer. “Hmmm, I know your brother…Well, knew him a few years ago.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah…He said you had an illness.”
Jaycee swallowed the nonexistent saliva in her dry mouth.
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Jaycee's Diamond
RomanceJaycee Nicole Whittaker was a warrior. She probably didn't know how strong she was until she turned 13. But, everyday since then, for seven years now, she knew she was. The fear of dying was sometimes overwhelming, but as seasons flew by like dust...
