Chapter 3
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Brittany gasped "How dare you even suggest such a thing! We were out of town! I would never ever hurt my child!"
The policeman, Officer Thompson, sighed "Sorry Miss. Seville- but some parents are crazy enough…"
"Well I'm not!" she hissed turning away.
Officer Thompson shook his head scribbling something down on his notepad "And your husband was with you?"
"Yes." She huffed irritated and upset.
"Can anyone justify this?"
"Yes, my sister, Alvin's brother and my son." She whipped her head back around with a slight glare. "Any other questions officer?"
"Not at the moment. Please send in the victim's brother." Brittany shoved away from the table.
"This is ridiculous! Just find my daughter damn it!"
He slammed his hands down making Brittany jump "Miss Seville! If you don't participate in a reasonable matter, you can go find another police station here in LA!"
Brittany turned quickly on her heal swinging the door open. Obviously irritated and emotional "Braden, Officer Thompson wants to see you." she informed giving him a gentle shove in the room and shutting the door behind him.
Braden sat down slowly- his heart racing. "Yes?" he asked softly looking at his hands.
"So Braden, I took a look at your transcripts. And I have to say- for a six year old, I am very impressed."
Braden didn't respond at first. He had a blank stare. "Aren't you supposed to be looking for my little sister?"
Thompson cocked an eyebrow "According to this you and Alexandria Brittany are only 5 minutes apart."
He nodded "That is correct."
"So do you call your sister Alexandria Brittany?"
Braden shook his head firmly. "No one does. Ever. She hates her name. I mean really hates it." He brought his voice down to a whisper, "I mean would you like it if the first part of you first name was 5 syllables long. And the other half was your mother's?"
Thompson chuckled "I suppose not. So Braden what was the last thing you said to Alex?"
Braden gulped. The last thing he said? Something that would sound terrible. "…I told her she was wrong."
"About what?"
"That mom and dad like their jobs more than us…"
The officer was a little surprised "What?"
***
Harry pushed her on "Trust me Alex. He'll adore you! And once he hears that little voice. He'll combust with joy!" he opened the door making alex stand behind him.
Ian looked up from the paper "Harry! What are you doing here? I thought I told you…"
Harry shot up a hand "Hang on now boss. I have an offer you can't turn away from."
"Oh? And what is that?" he snapped.
The raggedy chipmunk smirked pulling Alex out in front of him, holding her firmly by the shoulders. "Alexandria Brittany Ariel Seville."
Ian's eyebrows rose "Alvin Seville's daughter?"
Alex put a hand on her hip. So- she was more famous then she thought…
"Yep."
"Well Harry! I'm impressed. Come here Alex."
Ale hesitated slowly approaching him. He took her face in his hands examining her much like Harry had done. "A spitting image." He muttered. "So tell me Alex- how bad do you want to be famous?"
"Bad." She replied. Her aqua blue eyes big and sparkly.
Ian chuckled "Good. Now go head down to floor 3. We've got some work to do."
Alex giggled running off.
Harry stared at Ian "Just like that? You accept her? I mean I know she's Alvin Seville's but…"
Ian groaned "Oh Harry! Her parents are the best singing chipmunks around. She has to be the talent combined! People will like her."
Harry bit his lip.
"She's their kid. People will buy her albums. And people will come to the concerts that little rat is going to be put through day and night. And the best part is I'll being making millions- and getting revenge at her back stabbing parents at the same time." He paused "And don't forget. So will you."
This put an evil smile on Harry's face "So I'm back on?"
"You did good Harry. The little rat has no clue. Welcome home." He then headed down to meet up with Alex.
***
Alex slipped on the big head phones "Like this Uncle Ian?"
"Ya that's right." His voice cam over the speaker. "When you hear the music start through there, just sing at the cue."
"Ok." She answered. She cleared her throat and started when informed.
I hopped off the plane at LAX
with a dream and my cardigan
welcome to the land of fame excess (whoa),
am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to the right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and a Jay Z song was on
and a Jay Z song was on
So I put my hands up
Theyre playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
Noddin my head like yea
Movin' my hips like yea
I got my hands up,
Theyre playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's lookin' at me now
Like who's that chick that's rockin kicks?
She gotta be from out of town
So hard with my girls not around me
Its definitely not a Nashville party
'Cause all I see are stilettos
I guess I never got the memo
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on
and a Britney song was on
So I put my hands up
Theyre playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin my head like yea
Movin my hips like yea
I got my hands up,
Theyre playin my song
I know im gonna be ok
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me every time (every time)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright
So I put my hands up
Theyre playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
Noddin my head like yea
Movin' my hips like yea
I got my hands up,
Theyre playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Yea, It's a party in the USA
So I put my hands up
Theyre playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
Noddin my head like yea
Movin' my hips like yea
I got my hands up,
Theyre playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Yea, It's a party in the USA
Ian stared at her through the glass. He hit a gold mine! Her voice was flawless. And she didn't even have back up like her parents did.
"How was that?" she asked innocently.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Alex my girl- you have got a humongous amount of talent. You do know that right?"
She giggled "Well I always sort of figured…"
He motioned her to come out and nudged her with his elbow "Alex- I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
Alex rolled her eyes with a cocky smile "So established."
Ian chuckled at her instant vainness "And that's why you get a letter."
***
Simon held up his hands in front of his face wincing as Alvin yelled at him. "Honest Alvin. I-I didn't hear a thing. I don't know what happened…"
"Well! I'm the least of your worries! Just you wait till Brittany and Braden get back from the police station! Once again Simon- you fail me."
"Look Alvin, them going around the world was not my fault! They tricked us."
Alvin threw up his hands "And I thought you two were the smart ones! You got my daughter snatched up right under your nose!"
Jeanette rubbed her temples "This isn't going to help Alex you two…"
"She's right. But Alvin, what are you more worried about? Alex's well being? Or Brittany's reactions?"
"Simon! That's totally uncalled for!" Jeanette gasped approaching the two. Alvin looked really upset.
"We don't need your help. Get out of my hose Simon." Obviously implying Jeanette was allowed to stay put, Simon became irritated.
Just then Braden came bursting through the door leaping into Alvin's arms. "Dad!"
"Any luck?" Alvin asked softly as Brittany brushed past collapsing on the couch- her face buried in her hands.
Jeanette sucked in air "Perhaps we should go…" and quietly made their way out.
Alvin looked down at his wife and sighed "What did they say?"
She scoffed, "They haven't even started looking- Officer Thompson just asked a bunch of bogus questions!"
"Like?"
"Like if I killed her." She cried.
Braden bit his lip, his heart pounding. He could never imagine his mother even having the slightest idea of lightly slapping Alex. Killing her was above extreme!
Alvin glared off into the distance God damn it… he cursed. Whoever did this, was going to pay.
