Who Says?

Selena was sitting on a couch in the recording studio that she was recording her third album at. She picked up one of the tabloids off the table in front of her. Her mother always told her not to read those, but she couldn't help it. After flipping through a few pages she came across something, and smiled instantly. The heading of the article was: TEEN STAR, DEMI LOVATO, OUT OF REHAB. Selena couldn't help the feeling of joy she had in her heart.

"Hey Selena," one of her producers said as he walked into the room she was in.
"Yeah?" She responded, looking up from the magazine.
"I want you to hear this song, I think you'd sing it well," he said, and played her the song.
After it was done she looked at him, her smile reaching her ears.
"I love it! What's it called?
"Who Says?"

-

"How's Selena?"
Demi looked up at the fan asking the question.
"Ask Taylor," she said with a smirk plastered on her face and she turned around and continued signing autographs.

Selena shut her laptop. It was a year ago, but she still couldn't get over it. She never quite understood what she meant. Did she mean Taylor Swift, her best friend? Or Taylor Lautner, her boyfriend at the time? Selena felt stupid.
Demi had warned her about Taylor and the mind games he played, but she just couldn't help herself. She fell into the trap. Into the trap of his undeniably cute charm.
Selena never meant for Demi to feel like second best to Taylor, her other best friend. She hadn't talked to Demi in over a year. After 9 years of friendship, it felt so awkward and weird not to talk to her anymore. Not to run to her when she had a problem.

But she wasn't the only one to blame.

-

Selena put the headphones over her ears and looked down at the lyrics in front of her. This song was perfect. Absolutely amazing for this situation. She coughed twice, clearing her throat. She heard the intro coming through the headphones and started to sing once it was time.

They stopped after the second chorus. Her producer, Mark, speaking to her.

"Nice, but let's try it from the top one more time. This time, try after twelve beats to say 'I wouldn't want to be anybody else' and we'll see how it sounds," he smiled at her.
She nodded, "Alright."

The music started up again and she did her thing. She recorded the song beautifully. Never missing a beat, and she was proud of herself. Mark came through the speakers again.

"Amazing, Selena! Want to come out and hear it?" he asked, smiling.

She took off the headphones, placing them on the stand with the lyrics and walked out of the booth. She sat in a chair beside Mark. Just then, her mother walked in and sat on the couch, putting her feet up on the table. Mark played the song. At the end of the song her mother, Mark and a few other people who were there started clapping. She blushed, smiling brightly.

"I want this to be my single," she said confidently.

-

Were her eyes deceiving her? Was this really happening?
She looked down at her computer screen, her eyes bulging out of her head. She looked at the date of the article, November 2nd 2010. The article stated: Demi Lovato admitted to rehab because of physical and emotional issues. As she read the article Selena couldn't believe it. She never expected it to happen this way. Demi wasn't the kind of person to lash out a physically harm another human being. She's the kindest person Selena knew.

Selena had been asked about it and she didn't know what to say. "Demi is my best friend and I don't care what has happened recently in the past. I feel like a horrible friend for not being there for her or acting like I haven't been there," she said sincerely. "I love Demi with my heart and wish her the best of luck and I definitely am standing by her side no matter what happens."

She did feel like she wasn't there for her. Scratch that. She knew she wasn't there for her. She knew she had been a bad friend to Demi since 2009. She felt terrible.