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PART ONE

I tap my heels together rhythmically, waiting for the receptionist to call me in. it was strange waking up this morning in a business like mood. It was even more strange when I pulled on a blouse and pin skirt, with a pair of black tights, and a pair of black of heels. I walked out of the house, with a blazer on a brief case in hand. The other people, the very few other people waiting shot me annoyed glances that I easily returned. I felt my phone buzz, I already know who it was so I left it. They could wait.

"Ally Dawson?" the receptionist calls, I stand, smooth my skirt and pick up my briefcase. I take a deep breath then approach the lady. She hands me the paper work, then shows me off to the door. She smiles then walks back to her desk. I shake my hands out and reach for the knob, After three years, I wonder how much he's changed.

I turn the handle and step in, his smile throws me. I walk quietly to the chairs in front of his desk, "Hello Ally. Long time, no see."

I smile and place the briefcase of the desk, "Hello Jimmy. It certainly has been a long time."

A day before . . .

"Well that's the album!" Austin announces to Team Austin, Trish nods and reaches for a donut that was lying on the coffee table. Dez seems indifferent, but he praises me for the fantastic album.

It was finally done, that means I could finally sleep in.

"Wow guys, it only took a helluva long time but it's finished," Trish joked, she was clearly relieved, she had called all of the record companies in the Miami area and each one of them shot down the album. Why you ask. Because Austin Moon aka my boyfriend, aka the same guy that quit a contract with Capital Records. So everyone thought he was some rebel without a cause, but then there were the other people who wanted to see Austin in their record label because he was a teen heart throb. But to get a deal with those people we would have to move on out to L.A. or New York, but three out of four members of Team Austin wanted to stay in Miami for awhile because they had already lived in L.A. and/or New York. I was up to anything but they didn't have the time of day to listen. Austin said that L.A. was nothing really that amazing, but I still wanted to experience that for myself.

Dez was keen on starting the music videos, especially to start the fan base again, we already had a good amount of fans that were committed and we now have that Ally fans that disbanded when Team Austin broke up. The fans were happy to see that the team was back together, but there were also the fans that were fans after the break-up. Never the less we were back.

I had zoned out, mostly because they thought since I hadn't done anything "professional" over the past three years that I had no idea what to do. They were arguing the probability of Austin getting a label to sign him by the end of this.

"Guys," I said flatly, no response, they kept arguing.

"Guys," I said again, a little bit louder. They kept arguing. I was getting annoyed.

"Guys!" I yelled, Trish stopped and look over, "Jesus Christ, what Ally?"

"I think I have an idea," I said, smiling to myself, it was a really good idea.

"Not right now, Ally. We are discussing the album, I'm sure it's a good idea but not right now," she sighed, rubbing her temple like she was talking to a six year old. I know she was dealing with a lot right now, her wedding approaching in three short months, and the album but I wasn't really thrilled with the things she said.

"Well there wouldn't be an album without me, so the next time you guys want me to write 14 plus songs, I suggest you add me into what my hard work! Because there wouldn't be an album if I didn't forgive each one of you, and I didn't spend as much of my time as I did making it perfect! Also the last time I checked, I had to find my way in the world all by myself, with no one by my side, no one helped me, no gave a second shit about! You all got to travel and see the world, while I worked my ass off! So sorry I didn't live up to all of your guys expectations but I think I did a damn well job with what I got!" I yelled, I stood and gathered my stuff. I stormed out of the room and made quick work of exiting the building before anyone of them could wake up and realize what assholes they were being. They all had some pained, apologetic look on their face while I was yelling at them. I smiled to myself, they were all being such rude, inconsiderate asses, and they deserved it.

I walked the three miles to my apartment, to drop my stuff next to the door. I sighed and walked into my kitchen and pulled out some cereal and milk. I had to go to work tonight from seven to twelve. Our boss, otherwise known as the owner, also known as hawk eyes because he sees everything was coming tonight. He would be running management so that means I could work full time at the bar. Austin, Trish, and Dez don't know I'm working tonight so I won't have to receive any phone calls from apologetic friends. Let them roll around in the thick walls of guilt that they built themselves.

I checked the time, it was still early in the afternoon so I decided to start cleaning out my storage in the basement. I was bored so I changed into a pair of shorts a wife beater and a pair of old converse. I took some bags and a few boxes then headed down to the basement. The basement divided the four stories into different sections, for example Level A gets the first row, but the higher the number the farther the number, the farther you are from the stairs, which is scarier. Sadly and unfortunately I'm D-12 so I'm the most far from the stairs, I never really go down here. Well I did for a long time but then I had that one incident so I avoid it. I faintly remember I had a box down here that I wrote most of my experiences throughout the past few years. For some reason I threw the box into storage in a haze of tears and anger and achohol. That box has my original journal, and the other three plus a few other ones that I had. I located the storage near the back wall, I put the boxes on the floor then pulled out my key and unlocked the door, I slide it up then turned the light on. The dim hallway soon filled with the light, calming my nerves a little, then I went over to the table, there was an iHome, I pulled out my iPod from my back pocket and turned on The Rolling Stones.

I smiled softly then rested my hands on my hips and looked around. The locker was packed, well to be more specific the walls were, there were boxes lining the walls. Everything that I collected over the years were in this locker, I kept it in here in case someone broke into my apartment. No one knows about the basement, it's an older building so it doesn't show the records of this being built. I walk slowly around the locker, my eyes land on the box I was looking for, it was the very top one, I'm short, I'm five two, I'm not tall, and with six foot lockers. So I had to climb onto the table then pull the, what I figured out was two boxes, out of a cramped areas. Well it ended up falling all over the floor.

"Shit."

I hopped down and picking up all the fallen pages and books. I came across the journal that I remembered writing in a lot and stuff. I picked it up, I flipped through the pages stopping on the last page. My eyes immediately widened, I read the words over and over and over again. I felt a few tears run down my face.

"So that's why . . ."

Its short, but this is only Part One So wait and see!

With Lots Love,

Mimi