Gosh, it feels like it's been forever since I've updated. I know it has been for my other stories, but in reality, I've updated this one less than a week ago.

So, I've decided that I'm moving. Most likely in October, but possibly before then. I've got a lot of stuff to do, so I'm sorry if I go MIA for a while.

Disclaimer : I do not own VA or any of the recognizable characters

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Rose POV

Since I got home late from the studio last night, I slept in late. When I woke up, it was almost noon and I was glad that I didn't have to be at the studio until around two. Adrian wanted to introduce me to his newest client, and from what I'd heard, she's good but she doesn't sing originals like I do.

I am completely fine with that as long as she didn't start mooching off of my songs. I put too much time and emotion into my originals for someone to be mooching off of them.

I got out of bed and reached for my phone, only to remember that I forgot it at the studio last night and was too tired to go back and get it. I wondered if Dimitri had tried to contact me yet. I quickly got into the shower, got dressed, and headed to the studio.

It was about 1:30 when I finally arrived and located my phone. I smiled as I checked my messages. Dimitri had texted me last night. I saved his number to my phone, and started to reply when someone abruptly bumped into me. My phone hit the ground at the same time that whoever bumped into me turned around and immediately stepped on it, shattering the screen to thousands of pieces. I nearly lost it.

I looked up to see who had just crushed my phone, and met the cold blue eyes of Christian's aunt, Tasha Ozera.

Tasha and I had met several times in the past, and it was evident that we didn't get along. In fact, right now, I could give her a matching scar on the other side of her face without thinking twice. By smashing my phone, she has stopped me from replying to Dimitri.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Rose! I didn't see you there. What are you doing here?" She asked in her screechingly annoying "I'm-only-pretending-to-like-you" voice.

"I was replying to an important message until you ever so rudely bumped into me and smashed my phone when your fat ass stepped on it." I replied in a sugary sweet tone.

Tasha isn't fat, by any means, but she'd been self conscious about her weight for as long as I've known her. It's great material when I feel like insulting her. Her face turned into a scowl and she glared at me.

"I'd watch yourself, Hathaway. I'm recording here now, and I'll get my producer to file a restraining order by telling him you are stalking and threatening me." She tried to threaten.

I laughed. If she was recording here, that meant Adrian was her producer, and he'd drop her a lot faster than he'd drop me. If possible, I laughed even harder at the thought.

"What on earth are you laughing at?" She sneered. "Oh, look, here he comes now." She paused and I stopped laughing to look up at Adrian and my father walking towards us. I smiled.

"Adrian, this girl here," Tasha gestured at me. "She's threatening me. Can you send her away please? I don't even know what she's doing here. Girls like her don't belong around here."

As she rambled on, the looks on Baba's and Adrian's faces were comical. Tasha was frowning and putting on her "I'm-the-victim" face. I laughed again. Adrian finally spoke.

"Little Singer, did you threaten Tasha?"

"No." Giggle. "Not exactly." Giggle. "But I did," Giggle. "Call her a fat ass," Giggle. "for shattering my phone," Giggle. "When she stepped on it."

By the end of my reply, I was finally able to stop giggling. Baba and Adrian both smiled while Tasha glared at me.

"I did not!" Tasha exclaimed. "It shattered when she dropped it!"

"I only dropped it because you bumped into me and then you stepped on it." I growled.

Adrian shook his head lightly. "I guess since you two have met, there is no need for a meeting." Adrian pulled a card out of his wallet and handed it to me. "Here, Little Singer, go buy yourself a new phone. You can give that back to me later. Come on, Tasha, let's chat."

I stared after Adrian in surprise as he practically dragged Tasha away. I turned to Baba.

"So, that's the new client that I've heard about? The one that refuses to sing originals?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Seems like you two have a history." He replied.

"Yep. That's Christian's aunt. The one that I can't stand."

"Oh." He said. "Come on, let's go get you a new phone."

A couple of hours later, my new phone was set up and I was at home. I was able to keep the same number, but I lost all of my contacts, photos, and other stuff that I had stored on my phone. Apparently, when that cow stepped on it, she ruined the memory chip as well as the screen. I pulled up my email and sent one to Dimitri.

September 13

Hey Comrade,

I got your message this morning after I woke up. Well, it was actually this afternoon, but you know what I mean. I saved your number and was in the process of texting you back when a fat, obnoxious cow bumped into me, knocked my phone out of my hand, and proceeded to step on it.

She shattered the screen and the memory chip, so I lost everything that I had saved on that phone. Thankfully, I was able to keep my number when I got a replacement this afternoon. So you can text me again whenever you get the chance, and I'll happily reply.

So, this cow that broke my phone actually happens to be Adrian's new client and Lissa's boyfriend's aunt. We've never gotten along, so working in the same studio as her is going to be fun. (Note the sarcasm, please)

After she stepped on my phone, she tried to get Adrian to throw me out of the building by saying that I threatened her. Honestly, I didn't (this time) but I thought about it. Can you guess what Adrian's response was?

He pulled out a credit card, handed it to me and told me to go buy myself a new phone before practically dragging her away from me. I would've objected, but the look on her face was priceless. Well, that, and I really did need a new phone so that I could talk to you.

I don't know how or why, but talking to you makes me feel better, especially if I'm upset or pissed off for any reason.

Oh yeah, speaking of pissed off, you mentioned that you didn't want me fighting with my father over you. Well, Baba and I fight over almost everything. It's because we are so much alike, yet he always tells me that I'm so much like my mom. Maybe that's why I used to fight with her, too. I'll tell you about my mom some time, but over email is not how I would like to do it.

I hope you text me soon.

As always,

-Your Roza

I sent my email, and immediately remembered my dream from the other night. Luckily, I had Lissa's number memorized, so I called her. She answered on the second ring.

"Hey, Rose. I've been texting you all day. Where have you been?" Lissa asked, trying to mask the concern in her tone.

"I left my phone at the studio last night, and when I went to get it, Tasha busted it by knocking it out of my hands and then stepping on it. Adrian paid for a replacement for me, and now here I am, talking to you." I recounted the days events to her casually.

"Tasha? As is Tasha Ozera? Christian's aunt?"

"Yep." I popped the 'p'.

"What was she doing at the studio?" Lissa asked.

"She's the new client that refuses to sing originals. I called her a fat ass and she told Adrian that I threatened her."

"Rose." Lissa scolded. "Did you?"

"Not today. I thought about it though." I huffed.

"Rose!" She exclaimed.

"Lissa!" I exclaimed right back at her.

"What am I going to do with you?" She sighed.

"You know you love me." I said.

"I do." She admitted.

"Anyway, I called because I have a question."

"Okay. Ask away." Lissa said cheerfully.

"Do you remember that article you found when we were doing research for our pen pal projects? The one that I told you to keep, but we never ended up using?" I asked, hopeful.

"Uhm, yeah. Why?" Lissa questioned.

"I had a dream about the guy in the picture. I wanted to read it if you still had it. I looked through my stuff, but couldn't find it." I told her honestly. There's no point in lying to Lissa. We've been close since we were kids and can always tell when the other is lying. Sometimes, we can practically read each other's minds.

"I think I still have it. I'll look for it and let you know."

"Thank you, Lissa. I gotta go."

"Okay. Talk to you later, Rose."

We hung up, and I laid back on my bed. Just as my eyes began to droop, there was a knock on the front door. I got up to answer it, and the person on the other side shocked me.

Ever heard that saying 'speak of the devil and he shall appear'? Well, that's how I'm feeling right now. The person standing at the door was someone that I hadn't seen in several years, but there she was.

Standing in the doorway was my mother, Janine Hathaway.