"Take him to the lodge now, if someone will see him the fans will get in commotion again!" Rossy quickly said. "There it is, and someone has seen him already, we need to go now," Bailey stated and they saw Charlotte who was once shocked looking at them. And they immediately put Jack into his fancy car, and coincidentally it was clear in that spot where their cars had been parked. And after a single moment, they have left.
Charlotte used to be left gaping and unable to believe what she had seen.
"He's Jack Armstrong, I can't believe it!" Charlotte exclaimed incredulously.
She grabbed her head in disbelief.
"Why did not I get to know him right away, I hope I took a photo of him!" she exclaimed. She felt very sorry, and she abruptly remembered the cigarette.
She desired to locate it, because it got directly from Jack.
But she didn't find it anymore.
...
When she got home, she wants to tell it to Candy and to her sisters, but she thought that they will definitely not believe her, so she kept it to herself.
In her sleep, she notion of nothing but what happened that night.
She just hugged her pillow tightly. "If only I knew it is you, I will take the picture of you, I'm stupid! I shouted at him, at least he said that he didn't imply it, "So, he is not that rude after all, I will treasure that night forever," Charlotte stated in her heart as she take a sleep.
...
The next day, Jack boarded a private jet plane back to New York where he lives, with his body guards and entourage.
Arriving in New York, the schedule chopped up his days.
He had a lot of appointments.
Jack asked for two days off, so Dave rescheduled his other appointments.
He lives in the mansion, with his mother and stepfather and big brother Harry. Jack was sitting in the beach chair beside the rectangled swimming pool, and lying in a beach chair, drinking alcohol and smoking.
There are some servants who were taking care of him.
The phone rang steadily at Jack's house, but he told the maids not to bother him.
He knew for sure that the call was for him. His step father joined in and they talked.
"It's good and you don't have a schedule today, you can join us at diner," said his step father Rob as he took the wine in the table and poured in a wine glass.
"Until tomorrow, I will be with you guys, because the day after tomorrow I am very busy guesting on some TV shows, and I will go to Tokyo next week for my next tour," said Jack. And in those moments, it was fun to bond with his family. His big brother Harry asked him, about his ex-girlfriend who was a famous actress named Kimberly Scott. "Is it real that you and Kim were seperated, huh?" Harry asked. And he was surprised by Jack's answer.
"Yes, what said in the news are real, we broke up," he replied.
"Really?" Harry furrowed in disbelief.
"Yes," Jack replied.
Her mother named Carlyn chimed in, as she was also surprised when she heard it.
"Since when?" She asked.
"About a week ago,"
"But why?" Harry asked in wonder.
"I don't have time for her anymore, besides, she is very annoying now a days because of jealousy, so I decided to split with her," Jack said. "I'm shocked, I thought you will marry her," Harry said.
"Nah, she is not the one," Jack scoffed.
His mother Carlyn chimed in.
"So much better that you don't have a girlfriend right now, I don't like her for you either," Carlyn said.
"Yeah, I know mom that you didn't like her eversince before, whoever my girlfriend was, you never like it," Jack scoffed.
"That's good that you know it, I'm glad that your split now," Carlyn said with a smirked.
"And I want to focus on my career," Jack said and smoked a cigarette.
His mother felt sad when she saw him smoking again.
"Son, don't smoke anymore, you know you have heart disease, how did you learn to smoke, please stop that," Carlyn said as she is going to take the cigarrete from his mouth, but Jack restrained her.
And Jack didn't say a word and still smoking it. "Son, will you please listen to your mother," Rob said.
"I'm here next to you to do whatever I want, so don't stop me!" Jack said feeling annoyed.
"But son, that will be with your own good," Carlyn said. "Even if I quit smoking, my sickness will not quit, right? I just want to enjoy, smoking relaxes me!" Jack said feeling upset.
And he walks away to his room upstair. "Jack, I'm still talking to you!" Carlyn shouted out.
"I'm tired mom, I want to get some rest!" Jack called out as he went upstairs and went to his room.
As he sauntered, his awards and trophies that he won are displayed in his huge room.
But he is sad because he knows that his life will not last much longer because of his illness. He remembers his biological father named Steven, who died just eight years ago.
He still remembers when he was young, his father's dream was to become a famous singer, he was a good singer, but he only performs at his gigs in night clubs. He also participates in singing contests and always wins, so he ventures to be a singer in Hollywood, but never gets to audition, until he has lost his appetite for singing. Carlyn encourages Steven to sing again. "You have a great talent," Carlyn said.
"And where can I sing? In night clubs? I'm sick and tired of singing there, I always sleep late and my salary is very low," Hot head Steven said.
"But, that's the only place you can sing, for now," Carlyn replied.
"No!"
"Steven, your wasting your talent, especially now that you don't have a job," Carlyn said.
"Stop telling me what I do!" Steven retorted, feeling upset.
Carlyn was taken aback by what Steven said.
"If you don't want to sing in the night club, it's up to you, think about your two children, they are growing up, what will happen to them if you always come home drunk and without a job!" said Carlyn with high voice. Jack was on the stairs, and he could hear them arguing, he was ten years old at the time. His parents were always quarelling, he wanted to help, but he was still young, he didn't know how he could help them.
One afternoon, Steven sauntered the living room, and he was stunned when he saw Jack singing.
He secretly listened to him, and was astonished when he found out that he has a singing voice.