Trina saw the audience cheer for Corey and his band. She looked pissed when she realized that the lyrics that they sang came from HER diary….
Or so everyone thinks.
"All according to plan," she said.
"Um…. What?" asked Mina.
"I planned for this to happen Minsky," said Trina.
"I'm confused here," said Mina.
"Sigh Mina, you're funny when you don't understand what's going on," said Trina, "I knew all of this was going to happen, and I wrote it in my diary for Corey."
Mina gasped.
"So you gave him lyric ideas to help him with his gig?" asked Mina, "Trina you're a genius!"
"That's right," said Trina.
"Oh my god, wait until Corey hears this," said Mina.
Trina pulled him back.
"You can't tell him!" she said, "If he finds out it'll ruin everything."
"But…." Said Mina.
"I'll tell him soon, but not just yet," said Trina, "I wanna keep this going a little while longer."
"How?" asked Mina.
"I'll call whatever gigs Corey has his eye on, pretend to 'sabatoge' them when its all staged, and then when its time to go diary, little Core will have lyrics and get popular," said Trina.
"Wow, you sure know how to plan," said Mina, "I'm in."
"Thanks Mins," said Trina. She took out her diary.
Dear Diary;
It worked. It actually worked. Corey's first gig became successful thanks to me. I just need to pull this off long enough until Corey gets the biggest gig of his life. When the time comes, I'll tell him that I was the one who was giving him so much lyrical ideas. He may think I hate him, but I don't. I love him with all my heart and I want to make sure his life is the best one ever with his music career. I hope things work out for him. And for me and Hunky Nick Mallory.
Trina Riffin.
