* a week later*
"Laura? Is that you?"
"Hey Tamara! What's up?" I asked as I dropped my purse on my zebra print furry couch, and plopped down.
She walked into the living room. "Tired?" she laughed.
"Oh shush! All you have to do is look nice in a business suit and attend occasional meetings!" I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Very mature hun," she laughed.
After Jive signed me as a singer, I realized I needed a manager. I immediately asked Tamara, the person who originally got me to try out, whether she'd do it. She agreed because she had majored in buisiness and minored in music. She was 24, and has always been like an older sister to me since she was six years older than me.
I heard the door open and then slam, and sat up.
"Remind me again why I became one of your dancers!" my best friend, Sidney, sighed as she sat down next to me.
"Hey bubbles! How was practice, or should I even ask?"
"It was grueling! Jessi is working us to the bone since we don't have that much time left."
"Figured she would. I can't wait to find out what she's going to do with me."
"Anyways, we better get ready for the party tonight" Tamara reminded us.
I walked to my room and quickly took a shower. Sidney, Tamara, and I were living in a very posh apartment Jive had provided for us until we found a house we wanted.
I brushed my hair and slipped into a black knee length skirt and a red velvet spagetti strapped tank top. We were going to a party Jive was throwing to introduce everyone on the tour to eachother.
"Everyone ready?" I asked as I walked into our game room and found Sid and Tamara playing pool.
"Of course we're ready, slowpoke," Sidney said. They always teased me about taking forever to get ready.
"Yeah, yeah. Come one, let's go. I get to drive!" I grabbed my keys and we got into the red convertible my parents had given me when I turned 16.
We drove downtown Orlando, and parked across the street from the club.
"Isn't this Howie's club?" Sidney asked.
"I think so. It sounds familiar."
We walked to the door and the man at the front let us in. A bunch of people were already there, and I noticed my dancers standing in a group.
"Always have to be fashionable late, don't we?" Casey, my dancer, laughed.
"Of course! What's up girls?"
"Not much. Just can't wait til you're put through Jessi's torture too," Amber grinned evilly.
"Oh come on girls! She can't be that bad!"
"You'll see," Raven, another one of my dancers said.
We were interrupted by Ms. Hague who had climbed up to the podium on stage.
"Attention everyone! Can everyone please find their seats? We'd like to get started."
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