"Marilyn, come into my office." The words echoed through the hall.
Hip hip horray.
I tie my hair back up since I've been fumbling with it for the past 2 hours and rush into the office, locking the door firmly behind me.
I flop on the chair and sigh, "I know I did that 'thing' with Rebecca, but she was bitching and I just needed to punch her-"
"It's not about that. Wait what?" Rachel, my manager, asked.
"Arggh.. nothing." I reply quickly.
"Well, you'll be singing with 5 other boys for a little."

"WHAT?!"

She's pairing me up with a band?

"Yes. They're One Direction."
"Who the fuck are One Direction?" I run a hand through my hair.
She shoots me a look. "They're a band. Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam.. and Harry."

"Harry Styles? Hell no. I object."
"Yes, Harry Styles, and you'll be singing with him whether you like it or not!"
"First of all, how is that son of a bitch in a band? Second of all: That's not fair!" I pout/

"I know you hate Harry, but just get over it!"
"How do you forget The Dark Lord?!"
"Dammit, Marilyn! Shut up and listen to me!" She yells, banging her fist onto the desk. "You'll be singing with One Direction for an album! You'll meet them tomorrow, no questions asked!"

"UGHHHH!" I get up, turn my back on her, and run outside.

Notes

WAIIIIIT!
I FORGOT TO MENTION..
just to be Captain Obvious..
everything Marilyn sings is obviously fake..
I don't know why I mentioned that..
anyway..