All About The Tempo (BWWM, Celebrity, Billionaire, Pregnancy) by Tamara Adams

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                  "That's it. That's the single."
                  Justin glanced at his producer Robbie. He was bobbing his head in time with the music. That was a good sign.
                  A very good sign.
                  "Yeah man, I agree. First one we drop. Totally."
                  The rep from the label slapped Justin's back.
                  "Awesome man. Let's shoot a video right away. We have that director you wanted on hold. Maybe we can schedule a sit down with him later today."
                  Justin nodded.
                  "Thanks Pete. That would be great. Tell him I want to do something really upscale and classy. Think three piece suit, not a track suit."
                  A lot of pop stars would have waited, done testing to make sure the song would be a hit, but not Justin. He did things by instinct, always making decisions based on his gut. His mama had taught him that and he'd never forgotten.
                  It had served him well so far.
                  Really well.
                  He had four platinum records. And that was just his solo career. The boy band that had launched his career at fifteen years old had another three.
                  He was a star. One of the biggest in the world. It would be easy for him to rest on his laurels.
                  But nobody worked harder at staying on top.
                  His mother had worked three jobs when he was a kid. Three jobs and they barely made it by. Nobody was there to help them but she never complained once.
                  Justin had decided long ago that he would do anything to make her proud. And she was. Kelly Westlake now lived in a mansion in the tony suburb of Brentwood, Tennessee. She had servants to wait on her hand and foot. But she wasn't idle. Oh no, she served on the committees of at least four different charities. She played tennis and golf and had an active social life.
                  He'd made sure she'd never want for anything again.
                  Still, whenever he called her to tell her about his accomplishments she always asked him 'what's next?'
                  What was next was another hit. His biggest yet. He could feel it in his gut.
                  "I'm going to the gym. Text me when Jackson can meet to discus the video. I don't want to sit on this one."
                  "You got it man."
                  Justin headed out to the gym he worked out at five days a week. He also had a weight bench in the guest room of his condo and ran at least five miles a day. When he was touring he didn't need to do much more than lift though. Not with the amount of dancing in his act.
                  And this next tour was going to be even more intense than anything he had done before.
                  He had to be ready.
     
     
     
     
     
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                  Cerise zipped her cello up in it's case. As usual the zipper snagged. It had seen better days, that was for sure.
                  Just like the rest of her outfit.
                  Her long hair covered the frayed straps of the backpack she'd been using since Junior High School. Her ballet flats were polished to a high sheen but worn so thin on the bottoms she was afraid of even the tiniest puddle. Her denim knee length skirt was super soft from a hundred washes and fit her like a glove.
                  And her blue button down shirt had belonged to her little brother before he outgrew it.
                  Of course, none of that stopped eyes from following her wherever she went. Cerise didn't know what it was, but she knew that men liked to watch her. Lots of girls might like that, but it made her