I think I owe you guys an explanation about the last chapter. I never planned to kill off Sakura's mom. I didn't intend for this to be the way that Sasuke finds out about Sakura either.
So I hope you enjoy this chapter because it's so short. I finished typing the next one so it should be up today or tomorrow.
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Only two days after my mother's death I dragged myself to the album release party.
"Hey," Sasuke said, dressed in black slacks, black jacket, and a maroon velvet shirt. It was unbuttoned so I could see some of his chest hair. I felt my heart melt.
"Hi, Sasuke," I said, trying not to make eye contact with him.
"You should speak," he said and took my hand.
"Eh?" I squeaked. He leaded me up to the DJ. He handed me the mic.
"Um. . .I don't know what to say," I said into the microphone.
I really didn't.
"For two months, Sasuke and I have been working on this album and loss a lot fo sleep." Laughs erupted from the audience. "I've always dreamed of being a singer ever since I was a teenager I dreamed of becoming and my dream came true. However, this is not Kuroda Azumi's dream. It's not mine. I'm not Kuroda Azumi," I took of the wig and the hair net, "I'm Haruno Sakura."
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"What the hell?!" Sasuke said, slamming his fist into the wall. The guests were escorted out on Sasuke's orders but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but--"
"But what? You were afraid--"
"Yeah!"
"You'd loose your contract?"
"Yeah," I said, looking down. I looked up when the sound of shattering glass rang in my ear. Sasuke had thrown something against the wall.
"You want to know why I didn't tell you! You said that Yuka wouldn't have made it so why would your assistant, who was not nearly as good as Yuka, make it in show business. I needed money and I've always wanted to be a singer! We can't all be like you who had their jobs handed to them. You needed Azumi Kuroda and I wasn't going to let your recklessness cost me my job because you can't control keep your pants on!" I said and threw a champagne glass at him.