What happens from here? ((Mack))

[Jasmine Anderson]

Jasmine's hazel eyes flickered opened slowly, staring absent-mindedly at the ceiling. Everything over the past two days seemed to be like a dream. Her father having an afire with another women, running away from home to spend some time with her grandparents and top it off getting a chance to sing live in front of record producers to see if she had what it took. Excitement rushed through Jasmine body at that thought. Seriously no body would ever get that chance in a life time. Turning over on her side Jasmine just stared at the door. Her grandparents, Charlotte and Lance Anderson, lived in a small one story house in London. Jasmine's grandfather used to be in the military but retired of old ago while Charlotte was a nurse. So Jasmine's mother spent most of he childhood moving from one state to the other, thats how writing and taking photos started to come to her. Jasmine always felt so comfortable here. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming with tons of old books on wars.

The door than slowly began to open making a creaking sound. "Jasmine are you up?" Charlotte asked her long sliver hair in a tight bun and wearing a pink bathrobe with matching slippers. Leaning her upper body from the bed Jasmine looked at her grandma with a smile, "Yes I'm....awake..." she answered in-between yawns. "Good. Breakfast is ready. I cooked you some eggs and sausage with biscuits. Don't want you to go to that recording studio without something to eat." her grandmother said with a smile before closing the door and continuing down the hallway toward the kitchen. Jasmine than plopped back down feeling goosebumps rise on her body. This could be her big break! But what if they didn't like her songs?Jasmine just shocked her head from side to side telling herself not to play the 'what if game'.

Thirty minutes later Jasmine was sitting at the passengers side seat of an old black Chevrolet strolling down the busy streets of London. Jasmine felt her stomach began to do flip flop motions while she clutched the guitar handle tight. Her long dark brown hair was simply down with red highlights some what visible. She wore a long sleeved, navy blue tee shirt, that had 'Dare to dream' printed across with a light pair of jeans that seemed brand new. Well they were. Jasmine's grandmother took her shopping the night before and bought her grand daughter tons of new clothes. Tapping the ground lightly with her right foot Jasmine tried to fight back the feeling to throw up. "Jasmine you are going to be prefect. You know music was how you father made your mother fall in love." Charlotte said not taking her eyes off the road. Pressing her forehead against the window Jasmine just stared off into the streets, watching people go by.

"My names Jasmine Winters. Julian told me to some at this time..." Jasmine spoke increasing the grip on the guitar handle. The secretary just stared at the sixteen year old chewing a piece of gum loudly. Her long brown hair was up in a bun and she wore fancy business women clothes. "Jasmine Winters is here to see you." the women spoke through the the telephone stopping her chewing for a little. "He will be with you in a few moments." the secretary told her returning to what she had been early. "Thanks..." Jasmine spoke turning around shocked that this was all happening. But the feeling like throwing up returned yet again making her stomach jolt in pain. "Jasmine glad you could make it follow me." Julian finally spoke opening the doors that lead to the recording studio. Jasmine followed behind her staring in awe at all the equipment.

Entering in a both Jasmine stared through the glass window feeling breathing hard as her stomach continued the flip flop motions. The girl that was inside had red hair and looked a little younger than herself. "Tommy this is Jasmine. The girl I saw singing in the cafe." Julian introduced with a rather seriously look staring at the girl singing inside. Jasmine looked up at the older man who looked around twenty one. "Hi..." she whispered shaking hands before staring back through the glass at the girl. Closing her eyes Jasmine listened to the song play tapping the beat with her foot. "Who is that?" Jasmine finally asked as the song ended. "Her name is Mackenzie Holden. She is around you age and getting ready for tour." he answered.

[Mackenzie Holden]

"Wake up, Mack!" Tommy nudged her awake. Mack took her pillow, and in one swift movement- hit Tommy upside the head with the feathery device. Tommy laughed and shoved her before leaving the dressing room. Mack groaned and hid underneath her cover. He just wouldn't stop, would he?! Mack pushed the covers away and stood up. She got dressed, put her make-up on, and left the dressing room. Coffee was waiting for her, greatfully, and she took that before entering the recording booth. Tommy sat talking to Julian. Mack smiled as she hugged her old producer and sat down in a swivel chair by the sound board. They were talking about some girl named Jasmine Winters. Mack shrugged and sipped her coffee.

Finally it was time to record. She went into the booth and got ready for the recording. Late last night, they had recorded the music for 'Me out of Me' and Mack was happy that she got to sing today. She set her coffee down on a stool, and put her headphones on over her bright red hair. The music filled the headphones and she tapped her foot the beat. She was ready. She was happy. Those letters from Jack were making her smile a little bit more everyday, it was good to know he was doing well.

"Why are you always trying to make me something that I don't wanna be? Push me over, make me over, trying to make a joke out of me. There's something you should know. I won't change and I'm not letting go. There's something you will see. You can't turn down, cos I'm breaking free, yeah. You just can't take the me out of me. Cos that's what I need the world to see. You just can't take the me out of me. Oh, there's no one else I'd rather be."

"I won't change my hair. I don't care if you call me a freak. Won't change my attitude, no, I'll never change the that I speak. There's something you should know. I won't change, no, I'm not letting go. There's something you will see. You can't turn down, cos I'm breaking free yeah. You just can't take the me out of me. Cos that's what i need the world to see. You just can't take the me out of me. Oh, there's no one else I'd rather be."

"Can't make me, won't make me, can't shake me, won't break me down, won't break me down, won't break me down. Just can't take the me out of me. Cos that's what i need the world to see, yeah. You just can't take the me out of me. Oh, there's no one else I'd rather be. Yeah." Mack finished the song as someone entered the other side of the booth. She looked up and saw a girl who seemed to be a year older than her. She looked familiar, but not to the point where it would bother Mack. She slipped the headphones off and entered the sitting area where Tommy and Julian were talking with the girl.

"Is she the new artist?" Mack asked Julian with an upraised eyebrow. Her arms were crossed below her chest, and she held a smirk on her lips.