The next morning I woke up covered in shame, it’s almost as if I got the word Jackass tattooed on my forehead. I should have NEVER let him do that to me, cause me to lose my sense and abandon logic. He’s my client and I am his boss (so to speak). I jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to take a shower, time for me to be the BOSS!
I throw on my favorite dark blue jeggings, white cold shoulder sweater and my curb stomp boots as Julia so rightfully calls them. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put my big gold earrings in. Put my glasses on and grabbed my purse, as I walked down the hall I banged on their doors like a crazed maniac and then waited for them to clammer to the door to see what it was.
“Good Morning Loves, Today is a BIG DAY! Your first international concert! You have 2
