Apartment below

Chapter 13

Sabrina

"Brazil! I couldn't have asked for a better second night show..you guys have the best energy" Peyton spoke after finishing one of his songs, listening as the crowd screamed for him. He's right, it would be cool.

"This next song is actually one that none of you have heard before" he smiled "..in fact, there's only one other person who has heard it" he added, pausing for the crowd to cheer. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Hold Tight, featuring none other then Sabrina Carpenter" he turned around to me

My jaw dropped to the ground, a crew member running into the stage and passing me a microphone. I shook my head to him "you said you didn't produce it!" I hissed. He shrugged "I lied, now sing" he whispered back, just in time for the music to start

"Ah, done everything and done it again..not every party needs our attendance.."

I won't lie, the music and the beats put behind the lyrics have actually made it into a really good song. I would be lying if I said I didn't like it.

"I just wanna hold tight"

I sing the last words, the lights dimming in the arena as the crowd screamed, lights from cellphones filled the whole arena as they filmed it

We left the stage for the half time break, heading back to the dressing room I hit him playfully, "why would you do that! What if I didn't remember the words! You made me sing in front of thousands of people! You told me you didn't produce the song!" I ranted

"Yes, but you enjoyed it didn't you..I can tell" he smirked. I rolled my eyes, "it was better then I thought it would be" I admitted. "Exactly, I'm adding it to the setlist and we're gonna perform I every night" he replied

I shook my head "you're crazy! Why are you trying so hard to get me to do this? Being so nice and encouraging?" I asked. "Because if you tried, you'd be so successful in the music industry. You're really telling me that it wasn't fate that you happened to choreograph my tour, move into the apartment above me, and have all that talent? I don't think so" he chuckled

"Mr Meyer, back on in 2" someone knocked on the door. He threw his arm over me, guiding me to the bottom of the trap door, the stage above opening. He removed his arm, holding me in the position we had rehearsed, "I'm doing this because I want to make you happy.." he whispered as the stage lifted us up to the main level..