Nick's POV

It had been four days since Lola had to leave for her performance at the London dance conservatory, four miserable days. The performance would be her last night there, but she had to be practicing with her instructor for the upcoming three weeks. 

I thought I could handle my best friend being thousands of miles away from me for three weeks, after not having her with me for years, but I couldn't. 

She was the only person who didn't manage to annoy me throughout the day. The only person that gets me.

I have wanted to text her ever since she left but thought better of it. I knew that she was probably having the time of her life with dumb annoying British guys at the stupid dance conservatory. Anyway, I didn't want to ruin her fun by bringing up what was going on here.

To make things worse, I haven't been able to write a song since, and if I don't start soon then we won't be able to have a new album. The guys are trying to help me find some inspiration, but how can I without my muse?

I was dying to tell her about Nick's crush on the cellist. She would have loved that sappy stuff. It would have been like one of her dumb romance books she was always talking about.

I sigh thinking about the adorable way her eyes twinkle when she spoke about the cliches she thought were so romantic. She would become so involved in those books, talking about her knight in shining armor. Her cute dimples showing as she smiled, innocently twirling her hair, unaware of how she is driving me crazy.

Not that I liked her of course. I mean it was Lola. Best friend since diapers. 

I mean would I like it if we were dating? Of course. But I mean, you could say that is because I have known her for so long...

I don't love Lola...I just like her...A lot...To the point where I don't want to be without her.

But what if she doesn't feel the same? I can't lose her, this trip has proven that.

I will just try my best to keep my distance, and just say my true feelings when she isn't listening. I just don't know how long I can keep this up.

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Lola's POV

It had been four days. Four torturous days away from Nick...And the rest of my friends.

I missed him so much. I didn't have any friends in London, and I have never felt so alone.

The entire day seemed to be like routine, I would get up to eat breakfast practice for the entire day, explore the city for a bit then go back to sleep. That was it sleep, eat, dance, and repeat. None of it was fun though because I didn't have anyone to share it with.

I honestly thought that my crush on Nick would weaken while we were apart but if anything my feelings have just grown for him. 

I had also realized that I did not like Dance. I had been speaking to my manager and she agreed that I was no longer passionate about dancing like I used to. 

We had been discussing my career, and she thought that after I finished my dance career, then I should stop for good. What I did not expect was for her to come up with a new proposal for me. 

Which led me to the meeting room I was in now, waiting for her pitch.

I look up from my phone desperately waiting for a text from Nick, knowing that I won't get one.

I smile at my manager, Reba, she was a middle-aged woman with greying hair and a withering glare. Ohh that rhymed.

"You said you wanted to propose a new deal to me," I begin looking at Reba sit down, opening her briefcase, "Which I love, but I really don't think I want to dance anymore. I understand-"

Reba held up her hand stopping me midway before revealing a picture of a girl that looked like me, "Please, Lola. If you chose to accept this offer, we have a lot to get done in a short amount of time. I have called the makeup crew and your trainer, Ricky."

I shake my head, "That is the thing, I am done with Ricky. I don't want him to make me a new choreo set; I am done dancing."

"I'm not saying that you should dance. In fact, I agree, that career is over for you," My eyes widen when I notice that the girl was me with pink hair and a microphone in her hand, "I believe that you should embark on a professional singing career. As the overnight, British pop star, teen sensation: Opal Star."

My jaw drops as I listen to Reba tell me the most ridiculous plan in the history of plans, "Lola Malone may be too scared to sing in front of a crowd, but Opal isn't."

"This will never work."

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"Listen, people! We don't have time to play around," my stylist said. Usually, my stylist would be Stella but since I couldn't tell her until I got home, I had to use someone else.

That someone else just happened to be Monique Crusoe, the cutting edge fashionista from Milan. I couldn't help but think how jealous Stella would be and made a mental note to ask Monique to give me an autograph for my sister.

Monique walked up to me, with a tight smile that you could tell was due to a lot of plastic surgery. I was sitting in a director's chair as she grabbed my face in her hand, the same way I had seen makeup artists do for Jonas.

She smiled at me her perfectly manicured nails, managing not to cut me, "Good bone structure and a symmetrical face."

She nodded before looking at a woman with a bunch of hair products on her cart, "First thing we need to do is cut out those hideous red streaks. I don't care if she is wearing a wig or not; those must go."

I frown, running my hair through the red streaks I had added a few weeks before I had returned to New Jersey.

Monique continued to stalk around me like I was her prey, "Now, that is covered," she clapped her hands with a smile, "I think for makeup we should try to cover the face a bit with a lot of eyecatching styles," she nodded at the makeup artist.

I smile at her thinking about how hectic this week has been. I was honestly pumped to become Opal. It seemed like the best of both worlds, and it would finally allow me to sing as I have always dreamed.

I could hear Reba screaming over the phone, "She is going to have her first press meeting tomorrow! And if that concert space isn't available an hour afe\ter it is done then I will," I look to see why her voice disappeared and noticed that she had walked out.

Reba had already set up vocal lessons for me and I was exhausted managing my vocal lessons, learning how to play guitar, and still practicing for my dance at the conservatory so I could finish dancing once and for all. I was also kinda nervous since my first single would be coming out today. 

I wish I could tell Nick or Stella. Or any of the gang really, but Reba says I have to wait until I return home.

I watched Monique lean on the wall behind me, signaling for her assistant to walk up to her, "I think for Opal we want to move away from the preppy teen girl look Lola is wearing and move towards a more sweetheart rockstar style," she turned to her assistant, pointing at the notebook she was holding, "Write that down."

She placed her hands on my shoulders looking at me through the mirror, as I noticed numerous different wig holders begin to surround me, "Now to pick your wig."