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before twisting it into a braid. When I look in the mirror, I smile, seeing the carefree Southern girl from just a few months ago again. It’s nice to know I can still be that Mads even though I don’t want to be her all the time anymore.
I race down the stairs, happy to see I’m the first one there. Nana patters through the kitchen, grumbling something under her breath as she brings plates to the table.
“Can I help you with anything, Nana?”
“Hmm?” Her frizzled head pops up as if she just noticed I’m here. “Oh no, Mads. Thank you.”
That was an uncharacteristically polite response coming from her. “Everything all right?”
“Yes, it’s just…” Nana huffs and halts in her tracks, attaching her knobby hands to her hips. “That twin of yours is insufferable.”
My jaw drops. “What did she do this time?”
“She saw breakfast wasn’t ready and demanded to know when it would be done. I told her it takes as long as it takes. She asked what kind of cook I am if I don’t know the timin’ for my own recipe. I said the kind of cook who won’t serve disrespectful turds who don’t appreciate what they’re given, and she stormed out the door.”
Holding my aching stomach, I explode with laughter. Poor Nana had no idea who she was dealing with. As soon as I’ve gotten myself under control, I cross into Nana’s no-pass zone and engulf her small frame in a hug. She tenses against me at first, but then she squeezes me back and whispers in my ear:
“I think I’ve been spoilt all these years with you.”
I tighten my grip around her shoulders. It’s nice to know I haven’t been replaced around here.
“Miss you, Nana.”
“Don’t be a stranger, child.”
I kiss her weathered cheek. “I won’t. I promise.”
Chapter 10
August 28, 2015
Back in L.A.
We’ve been back in L.A. for nearly a week now. The week started with paparazzi gathered by our front gate day and night. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re still hyping up the story of my big screw-up as much as possible. I’m getting really annoyed with how much they’re stalking us. I am seriously not worth this much interest. They’re trying to get a comment from me, but the only comment I’ve given them is a sign I hang from my balcony that reads—in big, black, unmistakable letters—
“Here’s a comment…fuck off!”
That sign went viral, by the way. Now whenever someone wants to flip a royal bird to someone on the web, they use my sign. I think that’s the most flattering thing that’s happened to me on the internet so far.
Anyway, I might as well get used to it. I’m going to be famous for all the wrong things until I release my first music video with Dalton. We met up the other day to discuss audition plans. He was so excited he hugged me before he left. Finally, our dreams are coming into concrete terms. Auditions. Selections. Rehearsals. Recordings. It’s all going to lead to that glorious day when I step on stage and yell:
“How do you like me now, bitches?”
I take a lot of comfort in the words Ana said to me at her house that day.
“You just need to show the rest of the world that drunk singing incident was just a fluke.”
People might be laughing at me now, but someday I’ll be laughing at them. They’ve been judging me by my cover ever since I stepped foot in this town. I can’t wait to show everyone just how wrong they were about me.
Mission RTW: Rock The World is a go. I’m not quite sure what the steps are going to be yet. At least I know Step 1: Find two more people with passion and talent to match ours. It’s going to be a challenge, but I’m fully confident the right guys or girls will come along.
Tomorrow we’re going to listen to some of the top contenders for the drummer position. I think my heart might drown out their sound. I’m already battling sweaty palms.
Gotta try to get some sleep. Damn the Redinger
I race down the stairs, happy to see I’m the first one there. Nana patters through the kitchen, grumbling something under her breath as she brings plates to the table.
“Can I help you with anything, Nana?”
“Hmm?” Her frizzled head pops up as if she just noticed I’m here. “Oh no, Mads. Thank you.”
That was an uncharacteristically polite response coming from her. “Everything all right?”
“Yes, it’s just…” Nana huffs and halts in her tracks, attaching her knobby hands to her hips. “That twin of yours is insufferable.”
My jaw drops. “What did she do this time?”
“She saw breakfast wasn’t ready and demanded to know when it would be done. I told her it takes as long as it takes. She asked what kind of cook I am if I don’t know the timin’ for my own recipe. I said the kind of cook who won’t serve disrespectful turds who don’t appreciate what they’re given, and she stormed out the door.”
Holding my aching stomach, I explode with laughter. Poor Nana had no idea who she was dealing with. As soon as I’ve gotten myself under control, I cross into Nana’s no-pass zone and engulf her small frame in a hug. She tenses against me at first, but then she squeezes me back and whispers in my ear:
“I think I’ve been spoilt all these years with you.”
I tighten my grip around her shoulders. It’s nice to know I haven’t been replaced around here.
“Miss you, Nana.”
“Don’t be a stranger, child.”
I kiss her weathered cheek. “I won’t. I promise.”
Chapter 10
August 28, 2015
Back in L.A.
We’ve been back in L.A. for nearly a week now. The week started with paparazzi gathered by our front gate day and night. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re still hyping up the story of my big screw-up as much as possible. I’m getting really annoyed with how much they’re stalking us. I am seriously not worth this much interest. They’re trying to get a comment from me, but the only comment I’ve given them is a sign I hang from my balcony that reads—in big, black, unmistakable letters—
“Here’s a comment…fuck off!”
That sign went viral, by the way. Now whenever someone wants to flip a royal bird to someone on the web, they use my sign. I think that’s the most flattering thing that’s happened to me on the internet so far.
Anyway, I might as well get used to it. I’m going to be famous for all the wrong things until I release my first music video with Dalton. We met up the other day to discuss audition plans. He was so excited he hugged me before he left. Finally, our dreams are coming into concrete terms. Auditions. Selections. Rehearsals. Recordings. It’s all going to lead to that glorious day when I step on stage and yell:
“How do you like me now, bitches?”
I take a lot of comfort in the words Ana said to me at her house that day.
“You just need to show the rest of the world that drunk singing incident was just a fluke.”
People might be laughing at me now, but someday I’ll be laughing at them. They’ve been judging me by my cover ever since I stepped foot in this town. I can’t wait to show everyone just how wrong they were about me.
Mission RTW: Rock The World is a go. I’m not quite sure what the steps are going to be yet. At least I know Step 1: Find two more people with passion and talent to match ours. It’s going to be a challenge, but I’m fully confident the right guys or girls will come along.
Tomorrow we’re going to listen to some of the top contenders for the drummer position. I think my heart might drown out their sound. I’m already battling sweaty palms.
Gotta try to get some sleep. Damn the Redinger
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