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Chrissy so much wants to become a singer.  She knows she can make her dream come true.  She figures she beat out her childhood so she could do or survive anything, or can she?

Along the way to stardom comes an unexpected surprise.  Love.  Can she handle that and become a star? 

Or will one get in the way of the other?

 

**TEASER**

~AJ~

I stood up and headed for the door. I looked around and noticed everyone else was gone. “Thanks D.” I said as I pushed the door open and walked out. “What’s wrong with me?” I’ll never see her again, besides that I have a girlfriend. So what is it bugging me?” I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even noticed that my feet brought me right outside the rehearsal room until I heard someone speak.

“Thanks for the water Jules.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. That voice sounded so familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it with a face. “Guess that just leaves me to see who it belongs to.” I thought as the curiosity in my body took over. I leaned up against the wall facing the door hoping to see who the voice belonged to.

“You have five minutes.”  ,obviously a manager keeping the client on her toes.

“Thanks Jules. Come get me when they are ready for me.”

“Will do.”

A woman exited the room. She looked at me, smiled, waved and walked away. She was no taller then Howie and of average built. Her blonde hair was about jaw-length and was done up in a claw. She was dressed casual but yet managed to keep it businesslike. There was no doubt in my mind that she was the manager. After a few minutes I heard the radio click as a tape began to play. Whoever was in there was obviously doing their routine. The beat was a catchy one. It reminded me of a cheerleader’s dance tune from high school.

“Yo! Bone! Stop spacing!”

“Huh!?” I took my gaze off the door and looked back towards the conference room only to see Kevin standing there.

“I’ve been calling you for a good five minutes now. Fatima wants us!”

“Coming Train!”  I called to him as I headed back towards the conference room. I saw him shake his head and walk in. As I followed I thought, “I’ll know who was in that room soon enough.”

 

 

 

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