Bubble Pop! A drink. A personality. A flavor. Also what happens to be the main cause in my success. But then again everything comes at a price. 

 * Bubble Pop! *

The fresh scent you get and amazing bubbly fizz in your veins when you enter LA. You know everything is perfect. All your dreams have come true. All by wishing on Bubble Pop. I wanted to sing, become popular and famous. A star. I wanted to make it to Broadway and Hollywood. I did. I am here now to add to my new branches. I'm going to record a new song here. I joined the HK group and they help me with everything I need. Nothing will go wrong. It's not possible for anything to go wrong because Bubble Pop won't allow it. It's don't everything I've asked. Why would it stop now? I walk into the huge recording studio. I'm doing a collage with a famous singer. A girl obviously. I hate boys. Bubble Pop knows that. I enter the main complex and a woman dressed in a dark purple suit approaches me. "Brin. It's nice to meet you. We have been waiting for you. Please come this way, the guest singer is ready to work with you." "Hello! It's nice to meet you." I followed the woman whose name is Yena to a recording station. As the door opens I see someone inside. They have very short hair. So tall. And muscular. Maybe she works out. Wait no. Not she. He. Noway. They must be mistaken. Bubble pop would not do this. It's a mistake. It has to be. BUBBLE POP!