This chapter makes me SO sad. I almost cried writing it. I really can't say much about it, just know though, that not any of this stuff really happend to me. It's all fake, with the main character being me. Get some tissues if easy crier. Just thought I should warn you first!

Love you guys! .:julia:.

Chapter 2 "A tear came down my cheek."

I told all of them my story, and then we all got into the tour bus to go stay at Ally's house, since it was less expensive than a hotel.

I didn't sleep too well the whole night. Something was going to happen, and it was going to be bad. I just had a feeling about it.

You know, like the feeling when you know your goldfish had to go to the toilet in sky? Yah, it's that kind of feeling.

It was just a gut feeling I had. Nothing was going to happen, I was just being paranoid.

I woke up that morning, only getting about 10 minutes of sleep. I had a show tonight at the Spirit Arena too.

I hope I don't fall asleep on the stage, that'll be a sight huh?

I walked into the kitchen, to see Ally, Judy, Dylan, and Cole standing around something that Ally's mom was holding.

"What is it?" I said, walking closer to them.

"Julia, I'm so sorry." Ally said, coming closer to me to hug me, along with Judy. Dylan and Cole had worried looks on their faces, filled with some sadness too.

"What are you guys talking about? What happened that got all of you guys so sad?" I said, a worried tone in my voice, wondering if my feeling was right.

I walked toward the counter, to see the morning paper spread out, showing the front page.

I read the bold, black, big headline:

Pop Sensation Julia Young's father dies in car accident

My eyes dropped to a picture, of a man that looked like my dad.

My heart started to beat faster and faster as I looked down at his picture. It was my dad alright.

It was a picture he and I had taken when I was 5 or 6. He was beside me, and I was smiling a bigger smile than ever before.

I looked at the picture. I was his exact double, except a girl, and no moustache. We had the same eyes and the same nose. I was his little girl for sure; it was hard not to notice.

"Wh-wh-what? He…died? Wh-what?" I managed to say, not able to believe what I was seeing.

"I'm so sorry." Cole said, coming to hug me. He hugged me, but I had little reaction back to it.

Out of no-where, a tear came down my cheek.

It was like the first drop of rain in a drought, since I hadn't cried in who knows how long.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye." I said, with more tears coming down my cheeks, and dripping off.

Dylan walked over to me, and held me close to him. "Don't think it was your fault. It wasn't, ok?" He said, hugging me tightly.

"I feel like it is." I said, in-between crying, my tears coming out onto his shirt sleeve.

"Come here with me." He said, grabbing my hand and taking me into a different room, well, the basement stairs.

"It wasn't your fault; you had no way of controlling it." He said, holding my hand, sitting with me on the stairs.

"I feel like it is. We were arguing about his girlfriend and I said he didn't need me anymore. Then, I left. That was the last time I saw him. Now I don't get to tell him that I didn't mean it, and that I love him with all my heart." I was crying a whole bunch now, getting red around my eyes, making them puffy.

"He knows that you do. He knows that you love him, and that you didn't mean what you said." Dylan said, leaning his back down to see my face, since my hair was in the way.

"You think so?" I said, still having tears drop from my face.

"Of course. And I know that he didn't hate you when he left, because nobody could ever hate you. Ok?" He replied, sitting close to me, his arm around my back.

"Ok. I'll believe you." I said this, and then he kissed me, with our arms wrapped around each other.

This was what you called a rude awakening.