Special Cast, Special Love [Logan Lerman's Secret Tale]

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"I'm not going," I repeated myself for the fifth time, "please, don't make me do it." The magic word was added, I hope Ms Andrews would change her mind.

"Get out two plates," well, that was a failure, she wasn't even listening to what I've said.

I sighed softly. I repeat, softly. Because my manager and I would have a nice long chat about my behavior other wise.

And you read that previous line right. Yes, my manager is Ms Jennie Andrews.

A few weeks earlier

"Alright," my ex-coach replied and reached into her jeans' pocket, "I'll call your new coach. He'll find you a job that can rock a world."

"Wait," I interrupted her and looked around her room, "are you moving away?" I asked because Ms Andrew's room had some boxes and all the shelves and stuff were empty.

She nodded, "I planned this for a while now. And I just lost my job. There are no connections with me and this place."

"Where are you going?" I asked, feeling a little sad and guilty. Ms Andrews had been looking after me since the first day of Holly Klaus and she was the only teacher I actually like, despite her sarcastic and strict behavior. And plus, she got fired by standing up for me.

My ex-coach shrugged, "probably China."

"You can't be serious," I rolled my eyes, "you haven't thought about it, have you?"

She didn't reply, so I gave her suggestion, "do you want to come to my place for a while?"

And after days of persuasions, she agreed to become my manager. Ms Andrews didn't stay at my house for long, she was too proud for that. She ended up renting a friend's apartment in LA, and told me to come with her during my midterm break. And here I am.

Ms Andrews wanted to get some jobs for me. We had been to about ten auditions for the last two days, I didn't know how I managed it but I survived. And today Ms Andrews asked me to attend this party, just in case I caught some attention or made some famous friends. I didn't want to go, because I felt like I need a day off but my manager was having none of that.

"We have to go," the redhead gave me more reasons as she stirred her coffee, "because we're running out of food. I am running out of food. I heard that the food at the party is made by a French chef? A French chef, I tell you!"

I couldn't tell if her excitement was ironic or not.

After breakfast we just went to our rooms and do our separate things. I could hear Ms Andrews calling her friend, asking them for a car while I just go on FB on my phone.

Nothing new really happen much, because I didn't have many friends anyway and the only pictures I saw on the feed were pictures of them going on vacations. The one with the most pictures would have to be Meg and Jay-Key, who went to Disney Land together.

And the most annoying people would've to be my lovely family. Mum took them to Greece about two weeks before they school holidays because she finished her newest novel. They kept posting pictures and comment on them like: "Family vacation is the best." Or "Family means no one is left behind." Just to piss me off.

When noon rolled around Ms Andrews came knocking on my door telling me to get ready. I thought I didn't bring any dress but I was wrong. I wore a white knee-length dress with artistic mustard-colored flowers on them, and put on a navy cardigan which suited the dress in a weird kind of way.

I thanked the gods when Ms Andrews didn't comment on my outfits. But she looked stunning in her crimson dress and black jacket. She did raise an eyebrow when she saw me slipping on my blue converse. I only brought a pair of shoes.