Pamela:

I can’t believe Marilynn agreed! Luckily, she has a good voice, similar to mine. She has my build, and can wear makeup to cover her freckles. One flaw is she thinks I’m rich. Everyone does. Only Jeremy and I know that I have little more money than the average person. It’s jeremys fault. But I hear that there is almost a million dollars or more coming in, because of my new album. It turned out to be the greatest hit in history!

”knock knock!” Marilynn says, walking into my room. “Hi, M. Ready for tonight?” I ask. “Yeah. I came to help you pack.” She says quietly. We pack in silence, and I wonder if I’m making the right choice. Then I stumble across my first albums poster. That really makes me hesitate. I’d also had fun here! But then I hear Jeremy’s voice. “Come on, Winter girl! If you’re late to practice, I’ll make you wish you were never born!” He shouts, making all hesitation disappear. You’d better go practice, Marilynn.” I say, and giggle at Marilynn’s shocked face. As I walk down the hall I stop at the front doors. Adrenaline is in my veins, and I can hear my heartbeat. I have a flashback of the first time I saw this place.

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“Hello?” I shout. “Who are you?” A voice answers. “My name is Pamela Winter. I’m here to get a job as a singer.” I shout. “Ha! How old are you?” “Ten”

I step outside. The door creaks shut. I pull on my wig. I’m free. Now to find the airport.