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Soul Singing 6
“No wait! I’m yours! You are all I want Dana!”
But it was too late. The line was dead.
“DANA FAIRBANKS!!! OMG!!!”
It had begun.
“Hey. Hi. Hey guys,” Dana repeated continually as she passed through the excited crowd of fans that had situated themselves outside the hotel where all of the competitors were staying. Dana stood at the entrance for a good twenty minutes signing autographs and having photos taken, but when the crowd simply increased, Tonya decided to call it a day.
“Please keep a pathway for Ms. Fairbanks to walk down. Thank you. Please step away,” Tonya said as she pushed through the crowd, dragging Dana with her. “My god some of those people are like animals.”
“Tell me about it,” Dana mumbled, silently cursing herself afterwards for speaking ill about her fans. If anything she should be thanking them, not the other way around. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I know,” Tonya said sincerely as they entered the hotel elevator. Tonya knew the reason behind Dana’s bad mood. She had got the low down on the
“I really should just train,” Dana said dully, her mind obviously not on training. Her mind had been on nothing but
“Training will do you no good if you can’t concentrate,” Tonya said with a knowing smile as they reached Dana’s door. “Please, just go and rest. You can train for a few hours later.”
“You’re the boss,” Dana replied, opening the door and stepping through. “So seven?”
“I’ll come round at 6:45. Be ready.”
“Will do.”
As soon as Tonya left Dana began to regret not training. Training was her way of pushing aside all her problems. It made sense to her.
“I should have trained,” Dana mumbled as she chucked her suitcase on the bed and opened it. Staying here, ‘relaxing’ as Tonya like to call it, was no good for her. All she could think about was
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(49 votes, average: 3.33 out of 5)
Awwww yay this just keeps getting better and better! keep up the great work!
excellent update! now they both won’t have any doubts about each other’s love. downside to that display – the paparrazi’s gonna be all over their asses.
actions speak louder than words ;-)
Keep on bringing the Danish (fluff) stories! ;) Loved it!
Hey, I missed you! Thank you very much for this update that comes as a Christmas gift. I loved every line of this chapter; finally those two come clean, hopefully. And Howie and Liam met each other, very excited about that too. I’ll be waiting for more, as you keep fascinating me with your writing. Happy holidays!
I actually have to go to work now (yes THIS minute)…but I now know I can look forward to read this update at the end of the day. Nice. :D
*fuck me dead*…wouldn’t that be necrophelia?? *lol* Great,cute,dreamy Danish…*yummy*
*melts* That is so sweet. I love Alice!!! I read the ending like five hundred times. Great update!And to mclaerin: ‘fuck me dead’ isn’t necrophelia. That would be ‘fuck me when I’m dead’. LOL :)