I wake up refreshed from a three hour nap that I took after my manager, sister and mother left me. I look over at the I-phone 8 that Aliyah left me for the chateau job.

Please, ring. I need something to get my mind off everything that has happened to me in the last couple of days.

When it doesn't ring I pick up the magazine that's sitting on the bed and I go through it. I see a bunch of pictures of me in the wedding dress I was wearing.

I looked good in that dress. It's such a shame the groom didn't think I was worth it. If I get married again I'm going to make sure that it's what the groom wants.

As I continue to go through the magazine I see pictures of Evan Wilson and Ariana Houston. They are holding hands and looking lovingly into each other's eyes. In the next picture they are kissing and it doesn't seem to bother them that their PDA is in the magazine.

If this was Dalton and I he would be pissed that people were following us around and taking pictures behind our backs, but he was lucky that I kept him out of the pres. If they knew who he was there would be a field day for them and they would harass him. Which he would deserve, but he dodged a bullet when it came to him and I.

Aliyah walks into the room and she takes a seat next to me. "Have you got the call yet?"

I shake my head. "I don't think it's going to happen Aliyah. If it doesn't can we think of something else I can do while I'm on a break?"

She sighs. "I'll work on it when I get to my office. You're mother wanted me to tell you that she will stop by later. Your father is taking her out and your sister will be stopping by shortly. She went to the movies with a group of her friends."

Aliyah and I talk for half an hour before she tells me that she has to go to the office and finish a few things to do with my world tour. "Call me when you hear from them. There might be a time difference from where they are to here." She walks out of the room.

Once the door closes I hear the phone ring. Looking at the new phone I see a number pop up on the screen.

Please, let it be them.

I put the phone on loudspeaker before answering it.

Me: Hello, this is Keegan.

Voice: Hello, Keegan. My name is Hunter Westbrook.

Me: Did I get the job?

Hunter: Yes, you did. Is there any way that you can meet us at Westbrook Airfield? It's located in Burbank, California.

Why is he asking me to meet him at his airfield? Is he trying to tell me that I get to ride with the family to the Chateau?

Me: Of course I can meet you there. When are you flying out?

Hunter: We're leaving November 30th at 12pm.

Me: I'll be there. Can I tell you something?

Hunter: Sure?

Me: I wasn't expecting to hear back from you, but I'm so happy that you did. I'm looking forward to working closely with you.

Hunter: Bye, Keegan.

Me: Bye, Mr. Westbrook.

He hangs up the phone and I just look at it.

I got the job. Now, I'll be out of my head for three months. I just hope there's some kind of instruments for me to play. There's no way I'm giving up on singing while I'm away.

Maggie walks into the room and she looks at me. "What are you so happy about, Mel?" She walks across the room and sits on my bed.

"I got the job at the Chateau, sis. I'm leaving for the French Alps on the 30th November."

She hugs me. "That's great, Melody. I hope you find a guy while you're away and get over Dalton."

I laugh. "You want me to find a rebound guy?"

"Yes, then you can come back home and be my sister again. The one that didn't push her sister aside because her boyfriend wanted to keep her to himself."

Dalton did a number on me and I just didn't realize it. He didn't let me see much of my family while we were together because it was better for us to stay inside our house away from the paparazzi who wanted to photograph me everywhere I went.

I didn't mean to ruin my relationship with my sister. She's the closest I've had to a best friend in a long time, but when Dalton and I got together everything I cared about got pushed away. I will not be making that same mistake twice.

"So, what did the guy sound like?" Maggie asks, interested in knowing more about the guy I will be working for when I go to the French Alps.

"He's American, sis. With a sexy voice. I swear if a guy sounds as good as he does I'm hoping that he looks as good as he sounds."

Maggie laughs. "I can't wait to hear stories about him when you get to the chateau. If you find love again, sis, remember I'll always be happy for you no matter what." She kisses my cheek.

"Thanks, so is there any guys in your life, Maggie?"

Her face turns red and she looks at her hands. "Do we have to talk about me, Melody? My life isn't as interesting as yours."

Lifting her chin up I say. "Maggie, I'm interested in everything you do. Please, talk to me about this I want to help you."

She nods. "There's this guy I like and I don't know how to tell him. How am I going to get him to notice me when there's cheerleaders around him all the time?"

She's interested in a popular guy. I know exactly what she's supposed to do.

I look around for my handbag and see it tucked under a table. "Can you get me my purse? There's something I need from inside it."

Maggie stands up and walks over to my purse. She places it on the bed next to me. "What are you doing?"

"Do you remember when we were younger and you used to sing back-up for me?"

"Yeah," she looks at the window. "Why?"

"You're going to write a song for him and sing it. I'm going to call a friend to come in and he'll find the notes for the song for you."

"Really?"

"Yes, if it's a success at the school I'll ask Aliyah to give you some studio time to release the album. I want credit alongside you for writing the song."

She shakes my hand. "Deal," we spend the afternoon on the bed writing a song for the guy that Maggie likes. "When are you going to invite your friend over to make the music for it?"

The door to the room opens and Jesse steps into the room. He looks at my sister. "Hey, I'm Jesse. You must be Maggie."

Maggie stands up and shakes his hand. "That's me."