Second Chance
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  "Claire, breakfast is ready!" I heard my dad call from downstairs. I moaned. I didn't want to get up.
  "Ok, be there in a minute!" I yelled back, as I threw the covers off of me. I was still in my pajamas (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=36692301), but I didn't care.
  As I was walking out, I put my slippers on that were by the door. I walked downstairs, and into the kitchen. Food was sitting on the kitchen counter, which I was guessing was mine.
  "Morning Claire!" My mom said, in a high pitched voice. She had a smile on her face, even though on Saturday's, she was all crabby, and didn't want to get up.
  Something must have happened. "Why are you so happy?" I asked, curiously.
  She turned around, and looked at dad, then back at me. Dad smiled at her.
  "Well.." She stopped, and let dad take over.
  "What's we're trying to tell you, is that you will be going to the studio today, an-"
  I cut him off before he had time to finish. "But I never go to the studio on Saturdays!"
  "Yes, I know, but you are going to be singing a duet with someone." He grinned.
  I started to stare at him with wide eyes. "And who, exactly is this person?" I asked, worried. I nervously glanced at mom.
  "Well, don't scream and yell," Mom started to say, "but it's Justin  B-"
  "HIM?!" I screamed. My dad covered his ears.
  "Claire! Not so loud! The neighbors probably heard you!" He yelled.
  I rolled my eyes. "But why him?! Why can't it be someone else? There are a bunch of other people out there, that are WAY more talented than him!" I said. I almost felt like crying.
  "Oh, darling, it'll be ok. I promise." My mom reassured me.
  "No, it won't be ok! I can't work with him! It's already bad enough that he's going on tour with me. Now we're singing a duet together?! How did this happen, any ways." I was so angry right now, not at mom, or dad, just at the fact of what happened.
  My mom looked nervous. "Well, Carol called last night, and she told me that she had talked to Justin's manager, and they both thought that if you two sang a duet together, then it would promote both of you. And the song would probably be a major hit too." She explained.
  I frowned. "Seriously?"
  "Seriously." My mom said, putting her arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll do great."
  "Fine." I mumbled.
  Dad left the room. "I'll be back later!" He called, and slammed the door behind him.
  "Now go get dressed, Claire. We're going to leave in twenty minutes. So hurry."
  I nodded, and hurried back upstairs. I took a quick shower, and got changed, and put my makeup on. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=36695520)Then I did a quick job on my hair.
  Afterwards, I went back downstairs, when mom said, "Ready?"
  "No, not really." I said, looking down.
  She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on."
  I followed her out to the car, got in, and she drove off towards the studio.

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