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Take Care 1.11: Losing Grip (Part 2)
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"Hello Candi", Dianna cheerfully said.
"Hello Dianna", Candi responded.
How is she always chipper with a job like that? Candi thought.


"Asia, stop over-reacting it's not good for you", Mimi said talking on the phone.
Candi walked behind her sitting down.
"It was just a dream wasn't it?" asked Mimi.


"Asia, just because you are pregnant doesn't make you stupid", said Mimi.
"You're right, it makes her very smart", Candi said sarcastically.
"Yes, it makes you very smart", Mimi said agreeing without recognition.


"Wait a minute! Who do you think you are eavesdropping on my-" Mimi said turning around to face the eavesdropper.
She paused and looked at her culprit. The all-time famous pop star, Candi.
"Ca-Candi, Candi?!" Mimi stuttered almost losing grip of her cell phone.
"Mimi? Hello?" Asia said loud enough through the phone.


"Hello, sorry I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Your conversation just sounded very interesting that I couldn't
resist", Candi said.
"No, no, no, I'm sorry. I didn't realize who you were. Oh my gosh, I'm talking to Candi", Mimi babbled away.
Candi laughed, "Your amusing, what's your name?" asked Candi.
"Your biggest fan, I mean..my friend's call me Mimi", Mimi replied with haste.


Mimi plopped down on the couch next to her.
"So, do you sing?" Candi asked Mimi who was staring at her point blank.
"Oh me? Um, no..I used to. But I dance now", Mimi replied nervously.
"Then what are you doing here?" Candi asked curiously.
"My friends might be getting a record deal", Mimi said cheery.
"You seem like such a good friend. Why did you stop singing? And I'm sorry
if I'm asking you a lot of questions", Candi said.


"No it's fine", Mimi said as her mood changed, "I don't really know myself. All I know is that
I stopped after my grandmother died", Mimi replied.
"Oh, sorry...death can certainly change a person", Candi said.


Jenny swung open the bathroom door.
"Gosh, that stupid Dylan better not be saying anything else embarrassing in front of dad", she said to herself.


Jenny suddenly looked up, "Hm, isn't that...Candi?" she thought to herself.
And is Mimi chatting with her?


Jenny walked up to them as they were finishing a conversation.
"Oh hey Jenny", Mimi said looking up at her.
"Hey", Jenny replied looking at Candi.
"Well, I better get back to recording. Nice meeting you Mimi", Candi said walking away.
"She's in a hurry", Jenny said.
"She's so cool", Mimi said spacing out.
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Kyle


"Wait...you want us to do what?" Dylan asked perplexed about the situation.
"I thought the reason you called us out here was because you wanted sign us after hearing our demo", Anthony said.
"Yeah, why the hell should we do that if you already know we're talented. No way!" Dylan disagreed.
"Dylan, dude. Let's just do it, it's not like it'll hurt us", said Flint. Flint really wanted this record deal.
I couldn't help but keep quiet to myself. I didn't know how to respond to this.


"Look! Disagree and jabber all you boys want. But I've ruled not only this company, but the music industry for
years now. So believe me when I say this, I know what I'm doing", Grey compiled.
"But-" Dylan said.
"Now if you boys are as good as you say you are, then the showcase will be tomorrow at 8 o'clock.
Be there prepared, or just forget about the whole thing", Grey appealed us, "Nice meeting you".
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Mimi



"Mom! Have you seen my ballet slippers?!" I shouted.
"No Mia!", Mom replied.
I had been wandering around the house for the past hour looking for them aimlessly.
At this rate, I was going to end up being late for my ballet recital.
I hindered as I looked at the black piano.
It's been so long since I last played that thing.


I sat on the bench and wiped off the dust.
I was surprised that there was even any dust on it.
The Maria's a good cleaner and mom doesn't let things go unnoticed either.
Maybe everyone had forsaken the thing and left it alone all this time.


I pressed down on a couple keys and my piano playing skills rushed back to my brain.
It's already been 10 years since grandma had passed and yet it felt like yesterday
that I was sitting here playing with her.
The questions Candi asked me earlier kept replaying in my head.
"So, do you sing?"


I breathed in, then I breathed out.
"Heart don't fail me now
Courage don't desert me
Don't turn back now that we're here
People always say
Life is full of choices".
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"No one ever mentions fear
or how a road can seem so seems long
or how the world can seems so vast
courage see me through
heart i trust in you
on this journey to the past", I sang.


My fingers jilted on the piano once again.
"Oh man! I hit the wrong note again", I furiously said, "Now I forgot the note", I murmured.


"Mia, the note you're looking for is right there silly willy", said my Grandmother Roxanne.
She immediately placed me on her lap and began showing me the keys with her fingers.
"Grandma", I said disappointed, "I can do it myself", I said.


"You're so stubborn like your father", Roxanne chuckled.
"What's that mean?" I asked.
"Nothing dear, let's hurry up and memorize this for your talent show tomorrow", Roxanne brightly said.


"Grandma?" I asked.
"Yes, Mia", Roxanne replied.
"What if I...I mess up and people laugh at me?" I said discouraged.
"That won't happen", Roxanne said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you have a wonderful voice, and you'll grow up to be an memorable singer someday", Roxanne smiled.
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"Memorable singer?" I questioned.


"Yeah right", I said looking down.
"Mia! I found your slippers!" My mom yelled from downstairs, "Let's go".
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"A one, two! A one, two, three, four!" Flint said as he clamped his drumsticks and began banging away.


"I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency
If you thought I'd leave then you were wrong
'Cause I won't stop holding on
So are you listening? So are you watching me?" Kyle sang.


"Hey guys! Let's take a break", Dylan said.
Jenny told me that they woke up at the crack of dawn to begin practicing for tonight's
big gig. I've watched them practice before, but not as intense as this.
This must really want to top tonight's performance.


"So you decided to tag along today, Asia?" I asked her.
Yesterday she skipped out because her day began sour.
"Well yes, I regretted staying in yesterday cause I was bored out of my mind", Asia replied.
I laughed, "Was it because Flint wasn't there?"
"Mimi", she said embarrassed.
It's not like he was listening, he was taking a quick snooze.


"So is it true that you used to sing?" Asia randomly asked.
"I'm guessing Jenny told you that", I said as she nodded at me, "Yeah, but it was nothing
serious. Just something I had fun doing as a kid", I replied.
"Aw, But now I'm curious. You should sing me something", Asia said pouting.
"I'm curious too", Flint said popping his eyes open.
"Were you awake the whole time?" I asked.
"It's hard to get some shuteye when those two are still at it", he responded looking at Kyle and Anthony.


I looked over at Anthony who playing his guitar.

"It's really not your fault
When no one cares to talk about it
To talk about it", Anthony sang.

"You know if you want to do the singing, I can be the lead guitarist", Kyle said.
"No way dude, you sing better", Anthony said stopping.
"Aw, you're shy. How cute", Kyle teased him.
Anthony snickered, "Shut up".
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"Ready Dylan?" asked Jenny who watched as her boyfriend played his guitar.
"Born ready", he winked at her.


"Are you okay?" Flint asked Asia.
"I should be asking you that. It's your big night", Asia responded, "You're sweating".
"Yeah, I've never been so nervous before a show. I guess because this one really matters", Flint said shaking.


"But if things go well tonight, our future for the baby is set", Flint said reassuring Asia.
"Don't worry about that. Just have fun silly", Asia said smiling.
Their conversation was profoundly disrupted by Jenny's shrieking voice.


"Guys! Where the hell is Kyle right now? The show is about to start", Jenny said freaking out,
"Calm down Jenny, calm down...where is that playboy?!" she grumbled.


"Calm down", Anthony said laughing, "I bet he's staring himself in the mirror right now, I'll go get him".
Anthony placed down his guitar and ran through the curtains.


"Hey isn't Mimi here too?" asked Flint curiously.
"Yeah, she came with us. Where did she disappear to?" asked Asia.
"Oh shit", Jenny blurted out, "She must be with-"


"Hey! Why did I just see Anthony run out of here?!" said Tessa, Grey's assistant.
She scanned the area, "Okay, where is the heartthrob?" Tessa said putting her hands on her hips.

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Mimi



Kyle had rested his head down about half an hour ago. The band was already setting up backstage.
He looked so at peace that I wasn't sure if I should wake him or not. They woke up so early practicing
and only stopped 4 hours before the show. Not even enough time rest.


Kyle, why is it that you look so cute and innocent when you're sleeping? But when you're awake,
you're this big, hotshot poser that pretends not to have feelings sometimes.
Is it weird that me watching him sleep is making me feel so giddy inside?
Perhaps I should just wake him up already for my sake.


Just as I was about to say his name, I heard him chuckle.
"You know if you take a picture it will last longer, Mimi", said Kyle as he opened his eyes.
That numbskull knew I was here the whole time and just pretended to sleep.
"Now I wish I should've smacked you awake", I said shoving his head with fury.


"Is that idiot seriously still looking at the mirror. If he is, I swear...", Anthony thought to himself.


Just as he was about to open the door, Anthony paused.
He could hear voices coming from inside the dressing room.
"I don't want to interrupt, but who is he talking to at a moment like this?" he thought.
He peeped through the small door window.


Kyle sat up at the table stretching, "You don't have to deny watching me sleep, I'd watch
myself too if I could", said Kyle grinning.
Is it me? Or does his ego grow bigger and bigger everyday?
"Stop joking around and hurry up and leave already", I said coldly and upset.
"What's wrong with you?" Kyle said sounding concerned.
"You can't take anything seriously is what's wrong with me", I said fuming.
Kyle jumped out of his seat and confronted me.


"By serious, I'm guessing you mean yourself?" He directed.
I looked away ignoring him. I could tell he was upset.
"So, then I'm correct", Kyle assumed. But I still didn't answer. I mean he was correct.
"Mimi...I don't know what to do with you anymore", Kyle said faint.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" I thought.


"One minute we're fine, and then the next minute you hate my guts", Kyle said.
I stared him blankly in the face.
"I don't hate you Kyle, you just do stupid things sometimes", I thought.
"If you keep being silent, you're going to force my hand", Kyle said becoming bitter.
I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I wasn't going to back down.
"Okay then, so be it", Kyle said.



He grabbed me and locked his arms around me, then reeled me in for a kiss.
Is this what he meant by forcing his hand?
Why is it that every time Kyle and I kiss, our problems just seem to melt away?
But no, not this time. I can't just ignore it anymore.
Why can't Kyle be serious?
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