As we were about to walk on stage, my phone rang.
I glanced at my friends, who nodded quickly at me. I pressed Answer, and put the phone close to my ear.

"hey, honey it's me."
My mum said, less cheerfully than before.
"hey, mum, if you don't mind I have to walk on stage right now-"

"Adelle, your..cousin Ahmed and his wife had a car accident."
She blurted out.
"car accident ?!"
The others glanced at me in concern, but I looked away from them, on the edge of tears.

"was Ziad with them ?"
I asked, my tone lower than before.
"no, he's with me right now. He's fine."
I nodded.
"are you going to the hospital now ?"
"yeah, we're already there. The doctors keep saying that we should leave, but..I don't know."

I glanced ahead to see the assistant telling us to go.
"mum, I'll talk to you later, okay ? I have an interview."
"okay..bye."
I hung up, and looked at the ground, tears filling my eyes.

"Adelle, is everything alright ?"
I shook my head, a tear going through my face. Millie and Annie walked towards me, but Noah was more quick. He glanced into my eyes, then hugged me in reassurance.
"it's going to be fine."

I barely nodded at him, and let go when I saw the assistant pointing at us, telling us that it was time to go on stage. I quickly wiped my tears away.

And the next thing I know, we were on stage.

...

(every time I see GMA on television, my dumb sister would turn away the channel, so I don't know how everything works. Just keep reading.)

"so tell me Johnny, your new single, All this parties is coming out next week ?"
The interviewer asked Johnny.
"yes, next Thursday. The video will be live on YouTube on 3 pm."

"and, um.."
The interviewer started, but then put her finger on the speaker in her ear, and glanced at us again.
"we have a voice call from.."
And immediately, we heard someone speaking through the telephone speakers.

"no need to say my name. But, first of all, I would like to say something to this beautiful young lady named Adelle Macron. So, a while ago, I made this, uh, tweet about the president's son and, apparently, Miss first-daughter-of-France didn't like it so much, and she decided to reply back to me. Now to be fair, she didn't say anything out of line, but here's a thing for you, Miss Macron. We mustn't all respect Mr President and his son just because you two are together. I don't care if you're the most famous teenager in the world. You are using your power, your fame, your money and you think you can get away with it. Who do you think you are exactly ?"

It didn't take a genius to realize that the speaker here was Peter Fonda, the one who made a tweet insulting my boyfriend and his parents. I didn't realize that before, but he was a celebrity. I didn't bother to look him up because he wasn't worth my time.

But now it was time to reply back to him, and fast.

To Be Continued..

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