Next year
Ariana's pov
I signed a contract with the Warners when the boss at First Avenue fired me when he found out I was only 16. It didn't really bother me since now I was 17 and I was starting to get in the industry. I was suppose to release my album next month.
Prince showed me his work, too. It was beyond great. "When are you gonna sign up?" I asked him with enthusiast in my voice, "soon, Ari.. but when are you gonna release it?" "next month" I was smiling so much. "You look so happy, Ariana" he remarked, "I am!" I exclaimed and we both laughed it off, "well, I'm happy for you too" he put his hand over mine, caressing his thumb on my knuckles. "I need to tell you something.." my smile dropped. "What is it?"
"I gotta go to California in 3 weeks.." he looked straight at me "what?" "the contract said, I gotta go to California to release the album" his face saddened and he removed his hand from mine "for how long?" "a year.." "what??" he semi yelled. "I'm sorry, Skipper, I should've told yo-" "no, i-it's okay.. we'll send each others letters, right?" he cut me off, "of course, Skippy" he hugged me tight.
