'Oh my god! I can't… Repeat please?!' I gasp down the phone.
'My Chemical Romance will take you on, Catherine. We are flying you out tomorrow. Your plane leaves from Heathrow, and you will collect your tickets there.' My agent reminds me, stern and pissed at my freak out.
'Bloody hell! I mean, Ms Sharp, blimey. Short notice much?'
'Catherine Kett, please stay professional! Yes, its short notice, but I'm sure you'll have seen, as an avid fan that this whole tour was short notice.'
'Yes, I know Ms Sharpe, but… ' I slide down the door I'm leaning on, and breath in deeply as I sit on the floor.
'But nothing Catherine. Now go pack immediately.'
God, she is so calm! Ms Sharp never did like me. She always wanted to be out doing my job, but she is stuck with the closest she could get; torturing the people who got the gig she never had.
Oh
Dear
Lord
I don't think i can cope with all this madness.
I never expected this! Even when I went into this job, I didn't think it would last!
Okay, tone down the creepiness Kat, you must be professional. Deep breath in Kat. Mess this up and Ms Sharpe will remove you and feed you to her satan cats.
Alive.

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'Lucky bitch!' My best friend, Alicia, shouted down my phone.
'Language Alicia!' I could hear her mother exclaim in the background.
'I know,' I said, 'I can hardly believe it. I'm leaving drizzly England for the States!'
Alicia muttered under her breath for a few seconds. It was probably too rude for her mother to hear. Probably too rude for anyone to hear.
But that was Allie for you. She is my inspiration because take it or leave it, that girl won't change for anyone.
'Goddamn Kati Cat, leaving me on my own with the bitch. She is going to kill me.' Allie sounded so serious for a moment that I almost repented and leapt through the phone into her arms. Then she started to snort with laughter. Obviously she gets a kick from having me worried.
'Attractive, Allie. Such a boy-magnet.'
'Be quiet you sarky twat. I need to go care for my TV addiction. Come by and see me before you go, yeah?'
'Sure,' I replied, 'I'm gonna miss you.'
'Me too, bitch, me too.'

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Dragging my suitcase to the taxi, I suddenly realised that I was leaving all I ever know.
If you mess this up, I said to myself, you are going to become the next Ms Sharpe. I shiver at the thought.
What seems like only seconds later, I'm telling the taxi driver to pull up outside Allie's house. I snort with sudden laughter. Allie has put every single piece of My Chemical Romance memorabilia that she has, meaning that she looks like an obese goth. It is very different from the colourful vibrant Allie I love.
'Oh my goodness Allie, what are you wearing?' I exclaim as I pull myself out of the car.
'Can't I wear what I want without being criticised? God, it's as bad as school...' Allie retorts, sounding very depressed.
'I see the black clothing is having an effect then?' I giggle. Allie can't suppress a smile, and gives in. We throw our arms around each other, suddenly close to sobbing.
'I promise I'll call every day' I reassure her as we pull apart.
'You better, mate, just to check that I'm not in my basement being dismembered by my mother.' Allie groans.
I try and be serious and caring for her, but its just to hard to stop the floods of laughter. Luckily, she joins in. I'm not going to be slapped this time.
'We haven't got all day girls! I'm not being paid extra to watch you sniffle all over each other!' The cabbie shouts.
As I reluctantly get back in the cab, Allie flips him off with mock seriousness and luckily the cab driver doesn't see. As the cab starts to pull away, she proceeds to salute me and beats the marching drum of 'The Black Parade' out on her thigh. I watch as she marches back into her house. I'm surprised she can move at all in all those clothes. I giggle to myself some more, and barely acknowledge to tears streaming down my face.

Notes

Enjoy the first chapter! More to come...