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| Chapter 7 |
| I watched as Sunny looked around the suite. She seemed to be shocked at all the stuff in the room. It was A.J.�s idea to get everything. At first I was angry with him for making me spend so much money, but now I�m not. I have to thank him for it. �Would you like me to show you to your room,� I asked her. �My room?� �Yeah, one of my friends, A.J. was staying in here, but he left so you can use his room.� �I didn�t want to take his room.� �He�s staying in another one of my friend�s room. Nick�s girlfriend was staying, but she left early so he agreed to let A.J. stay with him.� �Oh OK, I didn�t know A.J. was staying someone.� �Don�t worry about A.J. If he needed to he could borrow some money & go get a simple little room to stay in.� �You act as if money is nothing.� �Well doing the type of job I do, not having any money isn�t an big issue.� �What do you mean?� �Well I am a professional singer. Have you every heard of the Backstreet Boys?� �Yes, my mom listens to them all the time.� �Well, I�m a member of that band.� �Now I get it. You sell all those albums, go on these big tours just so women can fall at your feet, & you get paid for it.� �It�s nothing like that. If the women fall at our feet that�s their fault. We like to sing. I realized that some people think like that, but none of it is true. Who told you this?� �Grandma & grandpa, they were talking about it after grandpa talked to you.� �Are A.J. & Nick in the band too.� �Yes, & two other of my friends Brian & Kevin.� �Do you really enjoy it singing?� �Yes,� �Howie, I want to know & I want you to be honest with me, what are you going to do if you are my dad?� |
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