Chapter 4

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Nichole's POV

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"Stop! Don't go!" I shout as I watch him start to go through the light.

"Stop! Dad!"

He can't hear me. I know he can't. I watch as the truck rams into his motorcycle.

"Dad!"

I run over to his lifeless body. I roll him over but it isn't my dad.

"Taylor..." I whisper.

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I wake up from a cold sweat, panting and tearing up. Thank god it was just a nightmare. I look at the clock and it's 9:00. I rub my eyes and blink away the tears. I make my way to the bathroom. I start the water to the shower and strip. Taking a shower usually helped calm my nerves. I step in and the water is perfect. After just standing there for a little bit, I start washing myself. I shave too.

I pick out my clothes for the day and quickly get dressed. I straighten my hair. I walk down the stairs and grab an orange.

"What time is it?" I mumble to myself trying to see the clock.

10 something. I decide to go get Lindsay up being that we have to meet Jacobs in an hour. I make my way back up the stairs and into her room.

"Lindsay" I whisper.

She sticks her head under the pillow and I laugh. I gently tap on her shoulder and she groans.

"It's time to get up girly. We have to go meet Jacobs soon."

"Alright."

I leave her room and go back to the couch. I flip through the channels and when I decide nothing is on, I grab the keys to Lindsay's car. I hop in the driver's seat and start the car.

"Man it's cold out here," I groan and start the heat.

After a few minutes the car is pretty warm. Lindsay comes walking out of the house and hops in.

"Ready?"

She nods her head. All of a sudden my phone buzzes.

"Can you see who that was?" I ask as I back out.

She grabs my phone and examines my screen.

"It's Taylor. He sent you the address and time."

"Okay. Tell him thanks."

She starts typing. After a few moments of driving, I laugh.

"What?" she asks.

"I just hate driving in America."

"Why?" she asks giggling.

"They drive on the wrong side of the road! I feel like I'm about to run into the other cars!"

She busts out laughing. After a few chats and giggles, we finally get to the studio. I park the car and we both hop out.

"Nichole! Lindsay!" Jacobs says as he meets us at the door.

"Hey!" we both shout.

"Good to see y'all met!"

"Not like you gave any help," I grunt and he laughs.

"Sorry Nik. I figured you'd meet anyways."

I roll my eyes. We walk into the studio and it's so big. There's so many different rooms. We follow Jacobs down a hall and into a room in the back.

"Okay this is where we'll be working."

We nod. He hands us both a pen and paper.

"So right now you two are just gonna jot down some ideas."

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