It's never safe to assume that everything is understoodHey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better
He's the producer, she's the artist. Together they will make music...with a little chaos thrown in.
The last story in the "All or Nothing" trilogy of Natalia and Justin.
Some lies are inescapable...
*the original*
You stand in the corner of a crowded club, sipping your gin martini: stirred, up, one olive; and slightly rocking to the music. You fix your hair and sneak a peak down your body making sure everything is in place. When you look up you see a tall man with dirty blonde curls and eyes as blue as the water in Paradise.
“What’s your name?” he asks, holding a glass of coke and some kind of alcohol.
You laugh and play with the olive in your martini, “Really? That’s your pick up line?”
He gives you a half smile and looks down at the ground before answering, “Who says I’m trying to pick you up?”
“OK then, keep walking,”My name is Kat Sharpe and I’m a model, no, not even a model a supermodel. People seem to think I’m this unbelievably sexy girl, I’m afraid they’re going to find out the truth soon and I’m going to back to living on the streets. Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming, but then there’s the days that I feel like I’m living in a nightmare. My life is not easy, and I’m sick of everyone assuming it is. I feel like I’m trapped in this life I have no control over.
Justin Timberlake is such a nice, normal person. He’s so sweet and laid back and really is the boy next door. The fame hasn’t gone to his head at all. Ah… sarcasm. What a wonderful thing. The truth is Justin is probably the most annoying, obnoxious, self-absorbed human being in the universe. He has the world fooled. I know this because I am his personal assistant, or as he looks at it: his slave.
Set in New York City, Justin Timberlake and Amelia Domineck are the hottest couple in the Manhattan social scene, and their wedding is fast approaching Event of the Year status. Amelia, headstrong and domineering, is not just planning her wedding, she’s choreographing it and Justin seems to simply be along for the ride, as well as Amelia’s assistant Charlotte who after accepting the job wonders if slavery somehow became legal without her realizing it. A Lolita wedding planner, a flakey assistant, and one bridezilla converge together to bring Charlotte and Justin closer and Justin begins to wonder… is this really all that’s left for him? A ring and a promise of forever with Amelia, or does he dare to dream of something more?
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