MITCHIE

CHAPTER ONE

Mitchie's Pov.

If someone had ever told me that I would come across this group of ladies, that I would meet those who were willing to join me in the music world, I wouldn't have believed it until I actually experienced what I once thought was impossible. Meeting Lily, Angelina, and Rose, these three ladies, left me in a state of both happiness and bewilderment.

Despite their eagerness to join me, I found myself unable to wholeheartedly agree with this group of girls. I contemplated whether they truly possessed the passion for their pursuits or if their intentions were merely centered around having fun at my expense. As I drove them home in silence, the strains of one of my favorite songs, "Kiss through the Cellular," filled the car. Lately, driving had turned into a monotonous and tiresome activity for me. I couldn't help but wonder if there was anything else I'd rather be doing than embarking on my early morning jogs up the mountain near my street. I often questioned whether I truly needed a car for anything beyond that, considering that using public transportation risked the possibility of being swamped by fans and squeezed into a crowded bus. I was fairly certain that surviving such an experience would be a challenging feat.

Given my celebrity status, taking public transport was not advisable. Some might suggest hiring a personal driver, a notion that seemed quite reasonable in hindsight. However, the haunting story of Sydney Eisner, a celebrated model, loomed in the background. Her unfortunate fate at the hands of her driver ended not just her life, but also her career and the potential future she had envisioned for herself and her family, including a marriage that would never come to pass. Her tragic demise involved a lifeless body discovered in her car, abandoned in the bushes along a highway. The details were gruesome: her breasts mutilated, her eyeballs gouged from their sockets, and a knife grotesquely lodged in her most private area.

Wasn't that level of brutality enough to evoke fear in anyone?

I wasn't a saint prepared to sacrifice everything. I was a music star pursuing financial gain and fame, plain and simple. Turning to the ladies, I inquired, "So, ladies, what motivated you to volunteer and join me in establishing a singing group?" I sought to understand their motives for following me, even to the mall.

"Lady Mitchie, we can't help but recognize your talent, even in your acapella performances. We adore them," Angelina, one of the ladies, chimed in. "We're three friends from Dabliz Musical High School. Although we were initially strangers, we connected through our shared admiration for your music. Lily had to leave the music school prematurely due to family circumstances. However, Rose and I completed our studies and made the decision to seek you out, especially after learning that you were searching for new members, particularly instrumentalists. We reached out to Lily, who enthusiastically joined us. Our search ultimately led us to you here in the mall."

Their explanation conveyed a deep sense of dedication and sincerity. As I drove down the street, we soon arrived at my residence on Hope Street.

Author's Perspective:

Mitchie steered her vehicle into her driveway, and the gate swung open in response to the sound of her engine. The compound sprawled expansively, adorned with a variety of flowers that enhanced the natural beauty of the surroundings. The air carried the combined scents of roses and other fragrant blossoms, creating a perfumed atmosphere. A pool graced one corner of the compound, accompanied by a meticulously maintained garden, while a decorative spring adorned the building's front.

As the ladies stepped onto the property, their expressions reflected a mixture of amazement and wonder. Mitchie couldn't help but observe their evident awe.

"I can only imagine the value of this place," Lily remarked, her gaze scanning the surroundings, nearly causing her to trip.

"Watch your step, Lily," Mitchie cautioned with a chuckle.

"Thank you, Lady Mitchie," Lily responded as they all entered the building.

They entered the living room, greeted by a refreshing breeze courtesy of the air conditioning. The floor was adorned with dazzling golden tiles. The windows were dressed with curtains in a shade of gold, a glass center table commanded attention, and a set of golden leather sofas provided inviting seating. The television was mounted elegantly on the wall.

"This place resembles a palace," Angelina marveled.

"I absolutely adore it," Rose added.

"Thank you very much. I affectionately refer to it as my miniature palace," Mitchie chuckled.

"It's certainly worth more than a mini palace, Lady Mitchie," Lily affirmed.

"If you say so. What can I offer you, ladies?" Mitchie inquired, as the three girls settled onto the sofa, cushioned as luxuriously as a loaf of bread.

"Anything you have will suffice," Rose replied.

"Yes, anything," Lily and Angelina echoed in unison.