Chloe went to the bed in the house and sat down.
"So, what's next?"
Her words were casual, but they carried a hint of sarcasm.
Jeanette just stared at her, aware that Chloe was mocking her.
Mocking her for all her talk about doing it all for her mom, trying to prove herself, and creating the best music. Yet, not only did she lose the song, she couldn't even get it back.
In the end, all she could do was resort to a feeble extreme.
What's next indeed?
What could possibly be next?
Jeanette shook her head, lost. "I don't know, I truly don't what to do! What can I do on my own? Keira's got Pulse Entertainment backing her, Lenard's got clout, what do I have? What can I possibly use to fight them?"
Looking at Jeanette's defeated face, Chloe finally let out a sigh, stood up from the bed.
"Clean up, I'll give you a ride."
Chloe's tone was firm, leaving no room for refusal.
Jeanette looked up at her, a bit dazed. Chloe scowled at her, "What are you looking at?"
Jeanette snapped back to reality, grabbing a towel for her hair. She asked, without thinking, "Are you mixed race?"
Chloe frowned, not sure why Jeanette would ask such a question. She simply replied, "No," and walked toward the door, opening it to reveal the rain outside had lessened to a drizzle.
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