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CH. 1! ALLY

Summer love hangin' in the air

Hot sand on my feet but I don't care

It's all I ever wanted, I hope it never ends

So good to get away

All day in the car but that's okay

'Cause I like, like, like it like that

Just chillin' with my friends

'Cause I (I) know (know)

A summer time vacation song

And you (you) know (know)

Where ever we go you'll be singin' along Like

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Road trippin' with my friends

And where ever we go, the song never ends (ends)

And turn up the radio

Drop the top and drive

Not gonna get a minute of sleep

I'll be owin' through the boardwalk

Movin' my feet, yeah

So come along with me

Let's have a crazy time

'Cause I (I) know (know)

A summer time vacation song

And you (you) know (know)

Where ever we go you'll be singin' along Like

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

It's such a crazy journey

But I'm not in any hurry

I'm takin' my time

It's all I ever wanted

To not know where we're goin'

Enjoyin' the ride

Yeah, yeah

'Cause I (I) know (know)

A summer time vacation song

And you (you) know (know)

Where ever we go you'll be singin' along Like

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Na, na, na

Na, na, na (1.)

After I was done with my song I just partied at the first day of summer party on June 21, always that date. The party was hosted by my best friend Amy. She always had these wild parties. I was hoping the paparazzi weren't going to be here but lucky me, they were here. I only figured it out after I was wildly wild at the party and one of the paparazzi caught me dancing. They took a picture of me dancing with some guy I barely knew.

The next day I had a huge headache. I just got on my couch and listen to my IPod. I was so relax but I got interrupted by someone knocking on my penthouse apartment. I quickly got up after the third knock. I opened the door and saw my manager Demonica Dixon standing with a magazine and an angry face. I didn't have a choice but to let her in. (2.)

I was glaring at the magazine that my manager smacked down on the table. I sat there silently knowing the news reporter people didn't make the news false. My manager just had a disgusted mad face on. I couldn't help but feel guiltily that I let her down again.

I then sighed and got up. My manager, Demonica stopped me though. She pushed me down again. Her look was anger, fusrated, disappointment, and yet managed to have a caring face all rolled in to one.

She sighed and put her hands to her hips. She turned around and put her phone to her ear. Demonica started to talk. I couldn't really hear her though. She was more like whispering so I wouldn't hear what she was talking about. Then she hung up and turned back to me.

Her brown eyes glinted in the bright kitchen light. Her straight medium brown length of hair shinned in the light that was coming through. Demonica used to have bangs then she grew them out because she hated them.

She opened her mouth to find that nothing was coming out. Demonica then closed her lips together. I tapped my fingers against the marble glass table to pass the time. She tried to open her mouth once again but still nothing was coming out. That was how much she was disappointed in me.

Demonica finally sighed and sucked in her breath. "What were you doing at that party after I told you not to go" and that was all she could manage to say.

I just shrugged my shoulder not knowing what to say. My fake black nails kept on tapping the table. I then started to make humming sounds. Music tunes were coming through my head right now. Trust me, it was fun making up tunes right now than being lectured.

"Answer me Marie" Demonica said in a furious tone. (3.)

"My name is Mari, not Marie, it's Mari" I said to her furious. She still goes by my full middle name and it's really annoying.

Demonica rolled her eyes and sighed. She answered back in a calmer voice, "what were you doing at that party?"

"I wasn't thinking. Are we done" I said.

She sighed and nodded her head. I walked out the door. My copper with carmel highlights straight long hair glinted in the light. I put on my black a-ray bands to cover my dark muddy brown eyes when I saw flashes of light coming towards my way. I went to my big range rover car and waited for Demonica to come in.

We reached L.A. Studio and I put my glasses on again. The news reporter kept on asking me questions that I didn't answer to. We got in the studio safe. Demonica was talking to the phone again, then she hung up.

"Your world tour has been canceled."

I looked at her shocked. I couldn't believe it, was she lying? I don't think so, she had a serious face on.

"What" was all I could say.

"Mari, what you did crossed the line, I told you not to go to another party. What do you do, you go to a party. We can't have you in the tabloids like this everytime. You're talented and you don't want people to know you just as the girl at the party and getting drunk all the time. No you want people to know you as the girl who sings really good, who's talented, and who's a hard worker that does not go to parties" Demonica finished he speech.

"What are you saying" I asked kind of confused but not really.

"You need a break, a new start. Your mom agrees with me. After she came back from Africa she thought she would be spending time with her daughter, her sweet innocent daughter. She did but only for a few years. Not her daughter that goes to parties basically every night and get wasted."

"So then what are you going to do to me. Ship me off to somewhere else?"

She just laughed kind of worried. I widened my eyes as in what I got the information.

"You're going to your dad's. You're spending time in Miami."

I dropped my mouth. I couldn't go to my dad. I moved away from Miami for a reason. I don't like Miami anymore. Maybe I did when I was growing up but when my mom moved I didn't want to be with my dad. He's so irresponsible, I just hate it. So I moved to California to start my career. Now California is my home and I absolutely love California.

"When am I leaving" I asked as calmly as I could.

"After your free concert here."

I just glared at her. I was doing a free concert and then I'm leaving. Could my life get any worse? I rolled my eyes as in I got the message but I hate it.

"When is the concert?"

"Three days from now" she said smiling up a little.

Great, I get to perform but for free. I get to go to Miami where I will see my dad. I am taking a break from something I love and all is going to go well. My life pretty much sucks right now.

Three days later and I was at my concert in the backstage. I dranked my water. I then put my water down.

"Five minutes until showtime" one of the stage crew said to everyone.

I began my vocal warm-ups. My manager then stopped me. She turned me around so I faced her.

"Okay so you know the plan. After this concert, you leave in four hours."

I nodded my head. I knew the plan all too well though. She kept on talking about the plan. I have my two bags packed already. I just need to pack my carry-on.

I reviewed what songs I was going to do. I practice the hardest part of my new single. My new single that I'm going to play is going to be on my new album. We only recorded my new single and that's it. The album was suppose to be done in four months but I'm taking a break apparently so I don't know when the album is going to be done.

"You go on stage in a minute" a stage crew member said to me.

I just nodded my head. I did a few more of my vocal warm-ups. Demonica smiled at me. I just pretend that I didn't see her. Suddenly the same stage crew member who told me it was about a minute until I was going on, was grabbing my hands and pulling me. I was right behind the curtain of the stage. I can't turn my back now, it's now or never.

(.1) I don't own that song(: sadly I forgot what it was called haha(:

(2.) The next day I had a huge headache. I just got on my couch and listen to my IPod. I was so relax but I got interrupted by someone knocking on my penthouse apartment. I quickly got up after the third knock. I opened the door and saw my manager Demonica Dixon standing with a magazine and an angry face. I didn't have a choice but to let her in. (2. my comment) Let's just say she's nice and awesome in this story.. she wants the best for Ally.. bare with me(:

(3.) so when Demonica said Marie, it's suppose to be that.. Ally Dawson made up a name when she got famous.. it'll explain more if you read the next chapter... By the way she goes by "Mari" it's like (mar-[short] i)

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