Staci went out then went inside the fastfood again, "Hey. I'm back."
"Yo." I smiled. "Welcome back."
"Why, thank you." She chuckled.
"Yep, hey." Says Greyson, texting someone.
I looked at Greyson as he types his text messages. His fingers were so fast. Look who's addicted, tsk tsk.
-GREYSON-
"Michael, let's go meet here at McDonald's. Need you now. Hurry." Says my text message to Michael Warren, the greatest guitarist alive, hoha. As I was typing the message, I can see [YN] looking at me. I guess, she was fascinated how fast I type. You see, I got skills. Watta! Okay, I know I'm weird. Whatever.
"Already here. Man, you're lucky to have me." States Michael's reply.
"Oh, look!" Staci said. "It's Michael over there."
"That was fast." I said.
"What fast?" [YN] asked, putting her headphones in.
"Nothing." I responsed. "Staci, keep [YN] accompanied. I'll be with Michael for 30 minutes."
"Ya, sure." Staci agreed. "But why?"
"Uhh," I said, scratching my head. "Something about.. uhh. my new record."
"Okay." She smiled while [YN] doesn't hear anything, probably. "But aren't you guys going to talk about that next month? I mean, you still have an Asia tour that will be held tomorrow."
"Uhh, we planned that we're going to talk about it now. Just keep [YN] accompanied." I replied. "Bye, gotta run."
She nodded as an answer then I ran and saw Michael outside, waiting.
"Man, why do you need me?" He asked.
"Have you brought your guitar?" I answered. Probably not an answer though.
"Yeah." He replied. "Why?"
"Guitar lessons for 30 minutes."
"What!?"
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You Are The Chosen One. (A Greyson Chance fanfiction)
FanfictionAre you still going to consider yourself lucky being picked as the 'lucky' one who'll get to meet and date the only popstar you hate? Is this what you call GOOD or BAD luck?
