I'm back from Comic Con!! Woooooo!!! I met so many amazing actors! Lochlyn Munro (Jake Harper, FBI, Agent from White Chicks) Sheryl Lee (Peyton Sawyer's mom from One Tree Hill) Of course I met Jon Bernthal (Shane from the Walking Dead and he remembered me from 2 years ago) and Scott Wilson (Hershel) again. We also got to drink with Scott which was crazy fun!! And I got to see Sean Clark again who was just as excited as me to meet up again! Not gonna lie. I cried when I got my final hug from Sean. I didn't want to leave. But hey. Until next time and I have him with me wherever I go. How? You asked. I had him draw a heart on my wrist and then initial it and then I went and got it tattooed!!! It was an AMAZING weekend!

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Sooooooooooooo here's how I'm going to be doing the Chapter dedications from now on, I will be paying attention to the comments you make on the previous chapter, how you respond to the chapter, how you answer the questions at the end etc. I love all the comments but I love the comments that go into detail and explain things they like. So before posting the next chapter I will select whose comment stands out the most. If I don't select you, don't feel bad, I just love comments that spark my interest! So remember that! So with that being said, this chapter is dedicated to @ilovedaryldixonn thank you for your comment on the last chapter!!!

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"Again I am so so sorry," I said as Norman and I walked up the steps to our duplex. Yes, I did hit him, but it was by accident. When John asked me to hit him I was hesitant, but when I stepped up to do it he stopped me. We ended up doing a staged hit.

He taught Norman how to lean out of it where it made it look like I hit him but really didn't. We had practiced it a few times and everything was going good until they started rolling the camera. Norman missed his mark by a couple inches and when I went to "hit" him he was too close and I socked him right in the face. I glanced over at Norman as we reached our front doors.

His cheek was already slightly swollen and I could see the bruise forming. I felt terrible. I leaned against my doorframe as I watched Norman dig through his backpack for his house keys. It was almost two in the morning and we were both exhausted from today.

 I was ready to turn into bed but I wanted to make sure that Norman was okay before I zonked out for the night. He finally pulled the keys from his backpack before holding his keys up to the light and finding his house key and shoving it into the lock.

"Have a goodnight, Norman. I'll see you in the morning," I said as I opened my door. Norman gave me a small smile as I slowly shut my door. I stripped of my backpack and shoes and started walking through the house. I wanted nothing more than to flop into bed.

I found some sweats and an oversized shirt before taking them in the bathroom with me. I flipped on the light and placed my clothes on the counter. I looked in the mirror and felt a small chuckle escape my lips as I looked at myself. I looked like a complete mess.

My hair was greasy from the dirt that was thrown into my hair, it also had some twigs and leaves sticking in it. I sighed and started gently pulling them out. After I was finished I pulled off my shirt and saw the bruises that were covering my sides and stomach.

Some were from the physical-ness of the movie today where others were not. I quickly pulled my clean shirt over my head and changed into my sweatpants before walking out of the bathroom and flopping down into my bed. I let out a content sigh. I had to be up in five hours to do it all over again. I smiled as I closed my eyes. But it was all worth it.

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I woke up early the next morning, way earlier than I wanted too. The sun wasn't even streaming through the window yet. I knew that there was no way I was going back to sleep though. I sighed and got out of bed making my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After a quick shower I got dressed and walked out into the living room. The sun was just now starting to break over the horizon. I knew it was still a little cooler here in Canada but that didn't stop me from grabbing my guitar and heading outside on the porch.

I checked my phone to see that it was still early. We would be leaving in approximately an hour to head to set for our second day of filming. I had also brought my notebook outside with me. I flipped through the pages until I landed on the one song that I was working on a few days ago.

I still didn't have a name for the song yet and that's what was bothering me the most. I sighed and started strumming my guitar and humming the lyrics that I had already written out earlier. I strummed a few more chords before more lyrics hit me.

Daises,

Once upon an old daydream,

that's what you gave me

Out on the corner of Broadway and 48th street,

On a rainy afternoon

Well I could start discovering

 your world

And I would make a damn good

city girl

Things would start to bloom,

I'm sure

You are my Manhattan from the sky

You look so neat and tidy

when I'm way up high,

But I know your streets are lined

with a fine mess inside

And I wanna come down

and walk around your mind.

I heard a door squeak open and I quickly closed my notebook and looked over to my right to see Norman coming out of his house with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "I thought I heard you out here," he said as he locked his door before tucking his keys in his pocket.

I gave him a small smile and placed my guitar in its case before standing up and slinging it along with my backpack on my shoulder. "Yeah, sorry. I woke up early this morning and decided to get more lyrics out before we headed to set today," I said.

Norman gave me a small smirk. "You didn't wake me," he said softly. I gave him a small nod before closing the distance between us. "Are we ready to head out?" I asked him. He nodded and gestured in front of him for me to go first. I was excited to get back to set already.

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It seemed like I had tried to spend a lot of time in my trailer. Every chance I got I was running back to my trailer so I could play my guitar and write down more lyrics. I sighed as I erased and rewrote the same lyrics for what seemed like the hundredth time.

I just wanted to crumble up the paper and throw it at the wall. It was starting to annoy me. Everything was going good this morning when I was writing and now it seemed like it was just falling apart. I ran a hand through my hair and tugged on it lightly.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I leaned my guitar against the small couch in my trailer and stood up off the floor to get the door. I opened it a little and popped my head out. "There you are," Norman said with a slight chuckle. I opened the door a little wider.

Norman walked up the three or four steps and shut the door behind him as he entered my trailer. "You're still writing?" Norman asked me as he sat in a chair. I nodded slightly and shut my notebook and sat it on the table beside the couch. I watched his eyebrows pull together in confusion as I placed the notebook to the side.

"So what's up?" I asked as I moved my guitar to the side a little so I could sit down on the couch. Norman shrugged. "They needed you in hair and makeup but didn't know where you were. I figured you were in here so I told them I would come find you," he said.

I chuckled slightly and tucked my legs underneath of me. "Yeah, I really need to get back in the studio and just get all of this out. It's driving me nuts," I said. Norman chuckled and rubbed his chin lightly. "You'll get in there eventually," he said.

He stood up after that and starting patting his pockets. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes from the table and tossed them to him knowing that we smoked the same kind. Norman gave me a small smile and took one out before gently tossing the pack back to me.

He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and lit the cigarette. He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke into the air. "So...hair and makeup?" I asked him and he gave a content smile. "Hair and makeup," he said simply and opened the trailer door for me.

I walked out and he followed right behind shutting the door right behind him. Norman jumped on his bike and nodded towards the back. I placed my hands on his shoulders and placed a foot on a peg before jumping slightly and placing my other foot on the opposite peg.

"Ready?" Norman asked. I squeezed and rubbed his shoulders lightly as if telling him "yes." I felt him roll his shoulders backwards lightly as if he was trying to relax. I couldn't help the small smile that played on my lips. I was expecting him to now ride off but before he did he reached up and squeezed my hand gently. As he took off my new song started going through my head.

You are my Manhattan from the Sky...

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I hope @ilovedaryldixonn enjoyed this chapter along with everyone else! Sorry it took so long busy with work and then I was at comic con!!!!

Soooo Violet and Norman still seem to be getting closer and closer together! Quick someone pull them apart before they become super glued at the hip!!! Violet seems to be getting a lot of inspiration lately! Where do you think she's getting all this inspiration from? Are Violet and Norman becoming too close too fast? How do you think all this late night and early morning writing is going to affect Vi physically? Mentally?

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