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Chapter 5.
I collapsed onto my bed on Wednesday night. It was indefinitely too early for me to be this tired.
My mom made me give up half my sports. After the whole fainting thing, she go strict about me overworking myself. Either way, going from school to basketball practice to rehearsals is still tiring. It was now eight o'clock and I wanted to sleep for ages.
But, of course, my phone had to ring. I picked it up and sighed.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Hey, Luna? It's Stella." I sat up and pulled the phone from my ear, realizing that it was my Luna phone, and Stella wanted to talk to her.
"Oh. Hey, Stella. How's it going?"
"Good. I was just working on some sketches for you, and I figured I'd call to set up a time to get your measurements. That way I can just make it on the form and then fit it on you. To save time."
"Oh, yeah, of course! When are you free?"
"Well. I've got Friday free."
"Oh. Uh, I've got this thing on Friday..."
"Friday is kinda the only time I'm free. Sunday and Saturday I have to be doing the boys new tour clothes and the weekdays I've got school."
"Right. Uh. I guess...I guess Friday is fine. I can move the thing."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. It's fine."
"Okay, so, uh, I'll text you my adress, for Friday, six o'clock?"
"Sure. Sounds good."
"Okay. See ya." I shut my phone and groaned loudly. I pulled out my normal phone and dialed Kevin's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kev, it's-"
"Macy, I know. Caller ID."
"Yeah."
"What's up?"
"I...I'm really sorry, but something just came up on Friday. Any chance you can do Saturday?"
"Uh....Stella has us in fittings from three until five-thirty, but after that's fine."
"Okay, great!"
"Cool."
"I'm sorry. I just...the thing, well, the other person can't move their thing and I--"
"Macy. It's fine. Don't worry."
"Okay. Cool. I gotta go. I'm exhausted, but I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay. See ya."
"Bye."
I shut my phone and threw it on the nightstand before curling up and falling asleep within minutes.
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I arrived at Stella's house on Friday night, hopefully ready. I knocked on her door, sighing and pulling the blonde curls of my wig over my shoulders. The door opened, and Stella stood there, smiling.
"Oh, hey. Right on time!" I smiled and nodded. She lead me up to her room and let me put my bag on a chair. She grabbed her sketch book from her desk and flipped it open.
"Okay, so I was kind of into this blue tule dress for you..." She spent the next five minutes explaining the four dresses that she designed for me. She then asked me to stand on a small, slightly raised platform. I was shorter, and this way it was easier. She started by measuring my arm length, and writing it down. She did it for all the sections. That is, until she needed to get my neck measurements. She pushed my 'hair' over my shoulder.
"Can you hold that?" She asked nonchalantly. I nodded and held my hair up. She wrapped the measuring tape around my neck and fitted it, but for couple seconds, she fell silent.
"Luna, is that a wig?" She asked, curiosity laced in my voice. I ripped from her grasp and turned around, shocked.
"What? No, why would I wear a wig?" I asked, trying to keep it off longer. Her jaw dropped and I couldn't help but notice that she was grinning, too.
"No way! You wear a wig!?! Why?"
"Because. Now can we finish, I have to go." I said sternly.
"Uh-uh. Explain."
"Finish the measurements, Stella. Please." I pleaded. She rolled her eyes and wrote down my neck measurements. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my wig from my head, which made my hair toss down and her devious smile instantly faded.
"Macy?!"
I took a step back and bit my lip.
"No. No way. This isn't possible." She mumbled, terrified.
"I'm sorry, Stella... I...I couldn't tell anyone..."
"No. Wait, no, I've heard you sing, you're awful. Oh, my god, do you lip sync?!" She jumped over her thoughts quickly.
"Of course not! That softball game, you signed me up for without my consent! I wasn't about to go up there, sing normally, only to let my entire career be blown?!" I practically screamed at her. Her face dropped in shock, and she just stared at me. I sighed. "Stella...I'm sorry for yelling, but - I just...I can't let this get out. Not to anyone." Stella thought for a couple seconds, the nodded slightly.
"Do you need anymore measurements?"
"Macy, I already have your measurements, remember?" Stella helped me with my school uniforms, so, yeah. That made sense.
"Right." I said, nodding. "I gotta go." I mumbled, grabbing my wig from the ground where it fell, then walking over to the mirror to adjust it.
"No - Macy, don't go. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - I just..." She paused. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I sighed, dropping my arms to my sides and turning to her.
"Why didn't I tell you? You. Who, on a daily basis, proclaims how Luna Wynters is the bane of your existance and you couldn't imagine how anyone could like her music. How she's a terrible hag. Why didn't I tell you?" I snarked, now kind of frustraited with her. Her expression softened to a saddened one and she sighed.
"I'm sorry. You just...I get it. I was a complete bitch when it came to anything about her or...you, rather."
"Kinda." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
"But you wore my dress!!" She squeaked. I rolled my eyes.
"Stella, I didn't know that you were gonna wear it to an actual event. I thought you just wanted it, in general. So I talked to Kathryn and -"
"Kathyrn?"
"My handler. The woman who was with me in the green room at the Teentastic awards? Mousy brown hair. Disgusted expression plastered on her face? That's her."
"You don't seem to think to highly of her..." Stella said, chuckling.
"I hate her. She doesn't actually care about me, or my music. Just how much money I make."
"That must be awful..." She said, frowning.
"The boys, the Lucas', they've got it really good. Their dad is good for what they need. I have this stupid secret and I get stuck with a bitch who, granted, gets me into a lot of well padded endeavors, but doesn't care about me. It just...it sucks."
"Wait, hold up, at the show, Her and Mr. Lucas talked, right? Didn't they say you were doing a song with them?"
"Uh-huh. It's good for sales, apparently." I mumbled. "And there's basically no way I'm going to survive it. Especially with me and Kevin being...well, what we are." Stella's eyebrow raised.
"You and Kevin being...what do you mean?" I bit my lip. I was just a genius for forgetting to tell Stella about Kevin and I. The chemistry project and such.
"Uh, see we kind of--"
"Oh my god, what didn't you tell me?!" She squeaked, grinning.
"He told me we had a biology project, and so I went over his house to work on it, but it turned out that there wasn't actually a project. And then we watched Ice Age. And he kissed me."
"He kissed you!?!?" She downright squealed. She came over to me and started giggling. "Oh, god, Macy, you must have just about died!"
"Uh, yeah, kinda...but more to the point, Stella. The song?"
"Right." She said, snapping from her overly excited mood. "So...what are you gonna do?"
"I don't know. I started writing this song about a week ago for it, but I can't help but know that Nick is just gonna write some amazing hit and have me sing the bridge."
"Macy, come on. Nick isn't that-" She stopped herself. "Well, don't let him. You wrote a song?"
"Yeah. It's meant for a kind of duet. But, it's not really their style, so I probably won't bother."
"What do you mean, not their style?" She asked lightly.
"Well, it's more pop. Not quite all the way to the stuff I do, but to a point, it's definitely not rock."
"I think you should play it for them. They might surprise you." She said, shrugging. "And don't let Nick scare you. He's a musical genius, but he's not Superman. Just show him that you're just as passionate about music as he is."
"You think that'll work?"
"Of course. He doesn't know you. Luna, I mean."
"I guess so." I said, shrugging. I looked up at her and sighed. "I'm sorry that I lied."
"It's cool. No problem."
Okay, so Stella knows.
I'm gonna be in Baltimore all weekend, so no updates until Monday.
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