MARGARET POV
My manager, noticing my distraction, asked if everything was okay. I brushed it off, not wanting to get into it right now. I glanced at my phone, willing it to ring. He has to call, I thought.
Just then, my producer spoke up. "If there's no one in your mind to collaborate with, just sing it alone. You just need to change some lyrics."
I nodded, still fixated on my phone. And then, it rang. I looked at it ,my heart racing for no reason. It was Aaron.
"Hello?" I said, trying to sound calm.
"Do you still want me to sing with—" I cut him off, my eagerness getting the better of me. "Yes!"
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay... I'll be at the studio in an hour."
I hung up the phone, feeling a mix of emotions. Why was I so nervous about singing with Aaron? .
