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{Tabi POV}

I tried my hardest not to doze off last night was a little too crazy, Teen Vogue had thrown the models a little party for all of our hard work. Yeah so parties were kind of my thing when people are drinking, dancing, and just having a wild time that's my favorite type of party. The one bad thing is that my hangovers are from hell I have the puking, the migraines, bloating and feeling like I'm going to die sounds great right?

"Tabitha you need to be in hair and makeup in 5" Melissa our intern said, trying to fix her headset that she was required to wear.

I sighed lightly and stood up wincing as my head started pounding, I tried not to groan as I sat in my hair and makeup chair.

"Someone's hung over" Darcy smirked as she glanced me over, noticing that my head was pretty much hanging off the chair.

I rolled my mocha orbs back in their sockets and glared playfully at Darcy. "Somebody's a bitch" I replied coolly, turning away from her.

I heard her let out a fake gasp before hitting me on the arm, I winced slightly. Darcy was very strong for a model.

"I'm kidding Darcy I love you" I giggled before glancing at her with a goofy grin on my face.

I heard her child-like laugh and smiled, Darcy hated her laugh but I found it cute.

"Tabitha Hall! Sit up straight young lady what you think your doing?" My hair and makeup girl Jacy exclaimed, storming over to my chair. When she turned away I rolled my eyes once again before looking at Darcy and mouthing "Bitchy day", Darcy giggled while I sat up straight, ignoring the pain in my head.

You see me and Jacy have a love/hate relationship; some day's she'll be sweet and then there's days like today where she's just…horrible. Jacy started to curl my light brown hair into large ringlets; I looked over at Darcy who was studying her perfect cuticles.

"So what are we modeling today?" I smirked lightly, studying myself in the mirror that was in front of me.

Darcy shrugged, not looking up "I think your modeling the Juicy dress with the Jimmy Choo slides and the brown wooden bangles" she replied with a nod.

I thought about the outfit she described for a moment then smiled slightly at the reflection in the mirror. Today was going to be a good day I could tell, whenever I can smile and not think about… well I'm not going to even bring them up; I know the day is going to be good well maybe if I get some sleep. I let my eyes close, feeling the heat of the curling iron near my skin made me feel relaxed inside, unfortunately Jacy made me sit up and keep my eyes open so no accidents would happen but I didn't care I fell asleep sitting up.

"Tabi…Tabi…TABITHA MARIE HALL" Darcy's frightening scream woke me up from a peaceful nap. I shot forward (luckily there wasn't a curling iron near me) and stared at her with wide eyes.

"The hell?" I screeched, staring at Darcy in disbelief.

Darcy tried to keep a straight face but it didn't work out, she broke out into a fit of giggles. Her hand grabbed my arm and pulled my body up out of the chair, I was so tired I didn't honestly care. I was shoved into the photography area and my photographer Jace stared at me like I was insane.

"You look like a crack baby" He said, eying my frazzled expression.

I suppressed enough energy to laugh, Jace began taking pictures when I laughed somehow it turned out pretty cute. We took a few more frames before it happened, even the name of them makes me want to go hide forever and never see sunlight ever again.

But a song, that's different. The music seemed to be blaring from the speakers, making my skin crawl; I haven't heard this song since my last concert. It was Hold On by the Jonas Brothers.

I felt the panic begin to flood my body, the voices were just so familiar like they were right next to me on stage again, the memories that I tried to push down into my subconscious hit me like a tidal wave.

The perfect model Tabitha Hall has a little secret. She's a has been pop star who was kicked out of Hollywood records while on tour with her 3 best friends; the world famous Jonas Brothers.

For some reason when I think about it I get Panic attacks, fun right?

This would be one of those moments. I raced off the shoot toward the nearest trash can and gripped it so tight my fingers turned bone white. I couldn't breathe, I feel like someone kicked me in the chest repeatedly, my knees were buckling and everything was beginning to shake.

"D-Darcy" I made an attempt to call out but it came out as a mere whisper. I scanned the room quickly, saying a silent prayer for someone to find me but it was to late my body failed me and collapsed.