3- The neat freak.

Emma's POV:

"So how is grandfather's health? I didn't know that you'd come back today." I said to my mother as we sat down on the couch to discuss.

She just came back from her father's place and she looked..... She looked exhausted.

"My enemies will never kill me before my time." She sing-song. "It was just a little fever but it felt like a more complicated matter than it was."

My eyes widened and I shifted my ass on the couch that I was sitting on.

A bead of sweat covered my forehead. I was anxious.

"The doctor said that he just needed to relax.

He is better now. I made sure to tell Sara to take care of him while I come over to check on you." Mother responded.

I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled.

At least he is alive and getting better.

"So how are you?"

I started telling her everything that happened, how Lizzy bought concert tickets for the both of us and how Scott held my hand on stage.

It was surreal.

I was sure that every fan there that night was jealous, hahaha. But I didn't give a damn. I was hustling for a notice from my favorites. Can't blame me now, can you?

"That is wonderful, Emmabelle. I'm so happy for you."

I was happy too. Very happy.

*****

I locked the door behind my back and walked toward my reading desk.

I sat down on my chair and closed my eyes, quickly saying a silent prayer before opening them again.

I opened my laptop and watched it boot. When it was turned on I connected my laptop to the Wi-Fi and went to my Gmail.

While doing all this my heart was pounding furiously against my chest.

I couldn't let this opportunity pass me.

There was just too much for me to lose.

I couldn't let that happen.

My eyes snapped to the recent email on my screen and I quickly clicked on it.

SUBJECT: YOU PASSED THE TEST AND ARE NOW REQUIRED FOR THE AUDITION.

Hello Ms. Emmabelle Dalton,

It is a great pleasure to announce to you that you passed the online interview for your placement at GY Entertainment.

Congratulations, you're among the people that won.

You are required to be at the GY Entertainment building in New York by 10: 00 a.m on Friday as your official training starts.

Good luck.

Sincerely yours,

Mike Adams,

Social Manager.

What?

What did I just read?

What the f*** Did I just read?

I did it!

I f****** I did it!!!

Oh my goodness, I am so happy right now.

My eyes kept glancing at the email. I couldn't just believe it. I am now a GY Entertainment trainee, the same label as SHAKE.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

This is incredible, this is dreaming. Hey God I'm so excited I've got to go and break the news to my Mom.

I ran out of my room with my laptop on my arm.

A dream came true.

Dream f**king came true and I'm now a trainee. A singer in training.

God is good.

"Mum you can't believe this, you can't believe what I just read on my laptop," I said to my mother when I met her inside the kitchen making dinner.

"What is it, sweetie?" She asked as she turned around to face me. I dropped my laptop on the kitchen counter and motioned for her to come and see for herself.

Her eyes scan the email before she lets out a loud hallelujah.

"Sweetie.... You.... You're now a trainee at GY Entertainment? An idol in training?" She asked and I nodded my head. "This is so..... I don't know how to react to this great news. I'm so happy for you sweetie. I know how much you prayed for this."

She pulled me into her arms and I wrapped myself around her waist.

"Thank you, Mom."

*****

SHAKES MANSION🏯

Hardin walked down the hallway and inside the living room to see Scott, Marcel, and Danny sitting on the floor and eating pizza.

His eyebrows pulled together and his mouth twitched. He didn't like the mess at all.

Even after almost two decades of them living and doing everything together, he still hates the fact that they mess up the place when they think he won't come out to check on them.

"What the hell is going on here?" He questioned. The three eyes snapped towards him and they froze. Almost immediately they jumped up and started scrambling to tidy up the place. While Danny rushed to pack the pizza boxes, Scott and Marcel were picking the crumbs on the brown rug.

"Hardin.... When did you get in here? We thought you were recording in your studio." Marcel said and Hardin raised his eyebrows.

He pushed his hands inside his pants pocket and stepped further inside the room.

"So you're saying that it is completely okay to mess up the place if I'm not here?"

Marcel pouted his mouth and grabbed Hardin's hand "It won't happen again, Bro." He said and smiled at Hardin.

Oh, he knew. He knew that Hardin couldn't turn him down. He pampered him too much.

As the baby of the house, all his older brothers pampered him but there was a special bond between the oldest and the youngest of the group.

Hardin rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch.

"We are nominated for Song of the year and group of the year at this year's Grammys. Of course, we are booked to perform Love yourself and Liar. The Grammys are in two months so we can start practicing now. Tomorrow we're going to start practice and when I mean that I want everyone present then I mean it with every breath.

Marcel and Danny, the two of you should be the first to sit down on the van before I wake up tomorrow." He said and his eyes slanted to the two who just pouted and rolled their eyes.

"SHAKE is not just your typical boy group. We put up decades of hard work to be where we are. Our live performances are high stocks and I don't want that to ever change. So tomorrow we are to gather here in the morning, ready to go. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes!"

"Damn, you don't have to make the room that serious," Scott said and sat back down on the floor.

"You know that Hardin is a perfectionist. He is always serious when it comes to stuff like this. Scratch that, he's always serious with everything. Makes me wonder if he commands like that while having sex." Danny commented and Scott chuckled.

Hardin didn't find it funny. He was done with his members' jokes.

"I am going to the club, you old men can go to your room and suck up," Marcel said and Hardin scoffed loudly.

"Who are you calling old?" He asked with a smile on his lips.

"I didn't mention any name but you're asking me to put a name on it. If the shoe fits." Marcel said and shrugged before running out of the living room when Hardin stood up from the couch to smack him.

"You'd be that age one day, dummy," Hardin yelled after him before shaking his head.

Scott glanced at his wristwatch and stood up from the floor "I have to be at the gym."

"I have my appointment too," Danny said and got up to follow Scott.

Hardin was all alone.

He stared at the ground and sighed.

He'd rather write some lyrics than go to a club at the moment anyway.

He went inside the kitchen and grabbed a slice of pizza from the pizza box that Danny dropped on the kitchen table and walked towards the fridge to grab a drink.

After getting all he wanted, he went back to his private studio down the hall and locked the door behind him.

He was writing a new song for his solo mini album and he had been very busy.

Just as he picked up his own to start writing, his phone rang.

He grabbed the phone from the couch and glanced at the contact info.

It was GY calling.

"Hello."

"Hardin, I had been trying to reach you earlier but couldn't," GY said.

"Oh, maybe it was switched off then," Hardin responded.

"So the new trainees will come to the company on Friday. Come around with the members and see for yourself." GY said. Hardin had known GY since Hardin was just a young boy. He knew that GY wants his opinion about the trainee and that was why he asked him to come by.

"Okay, we will be there."

"See you then, and congratulations on your Grammy nominations. We will celebrate when we meet."

Hardin dropped his phone back on the couch and sat down.

He bites down on the slice of pizza in his hand and chews it.

"This shit tastes good," he mumbled to himself.

After eating the pizza and drinking a can of soda, he went back to writing.

Friday it is.