Chapter Four

Camila didn't know how long she had been biting the tips of her nails, anxiously waiting for a critique from her manager. Not long after Shawn had left the apartment, Roger made it to the building in time to cross paths with him. Although Camila was excited to announce she had a new songs ready to release, Shawn may have spoiled the surprise due to his overexcitement.

"So?" Camila mumbles, eager to know what her manager thought of her work.

Most of the song belonged to Y/n but, Camila used the little experience she had, to alter the song, making it a little more her.

"It's brilliant. You came up with this in one night? What? You fall in love overnight?"

"I wouldn't say that..."

"I'm impressed. The old Camila is back,"

Camila had to admit, Rogers words stung more than they should have. Did Roger really think of me differently than he did before? Camila simply couldn't let the thought slide.

"The old, Camila?"

Roger couldn't help but feel slightly regrettable towards his words. He in no way had any intention of upsetting his client- someone he considered his friend.

"W-What I meat was- I mean you're writing new music. You're making something of your time and talents. I wasn't meaning anything in a bad way." Roger reassures, easing the air between him and his peer.

"Okay then um...I was wondering if we could release it?"

"This month?"

"I was thinking ... now?"

Camila swore she could see the light in Rogers eyes, she didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad.

"Now? Camila...releasing a song takes time- we have to go through promotion and iTunes, Spotify all need a weeks notice-"

"You're a smart guy, Roger. I'm sure you can figure something out? Wouldn't it be more exciting and spontaneous if we just dropped it on everyone?" Camila explains as she chews on her bottom lip nervously.

It took every lucky bone in Camila's body to hope Roger would do what he could to make this song public within the hour.

The sooner the song was to be released, the easier it would be to convince her best friend and Y/n to somewhat forgive her. Maybe even if persuaded right, Camila could convince Y/n to help her write more songs.

"I guess I can see what I can do, but don't get your hopes up. You're driving a hard bargain, Camila."

"This song is a winner. Trust me."

"You better hope so."

Hiding the devilish smile spread evenly on her lips, Camila makes her way towards her living room couch. She then picks up a sheet of paper that had In The Dark, written in bold.

Staring down at the few lyrics she could remember, Camila craved the remaining lyrics of the song. Out of all the songs she had seen, this one had to be her favourite.

"Who are you in the dark?" Camila mumbles to herself, wondering how to take the sentence in.

What did the song mean? Was it a sentence spoken from one to another? Or a question you ask yourself? Whatever the case, Camila puzzled herself, not quite know who she really was in the dark.

THE AFTERNOON had come around and Camila had been hovering for the past four hours, eagerly wanting to know the situation regarding her song.

"Yes- sounds absolutely amazing- thank you. Yes- Awesome. Thank you."

After anxiously waiting for Roger to place down his phone, Camila looks up at the older man with hopeful eyes.

"They're processing the song now. It should be released within the hour."

Camila could tell by the clap of Rogers hands that everything so far had been successful.

"I suggest you get on social media and promote your new single, Superstar,"

Camila couldn't help but cringe at Roger's words. Not only because the nickname had made her slightly uncomfortable, but Camila felt undeserving of the title "your new single." Camila's guilt sunk deeper and deeper into the front of her mind when she realised how wrong of her it was to release a song that wasn't hers. Sure she could get in a lot of trouble, but would Y/n really do that to her? Not sweet innocent, Y/n. Camila refused to believe so.

Letting out a shaky breath, Camila stares down at her folder full of social media apps that she had paid complete dust to the past two years. After Havana, Camila never had any reason to be online other than interacting with fans and keeping in touch with family and friends.

As soon as Camila disconnected from the world, she never felt the need to communicate with anyone. She pretty much had all she needed without the internet.

Everything but the inspiration for new music.

Opening the Twitter app hesitantly, Camila hovers her thumbs over the keyboard as she finds herself puzzled.

Being away from the Internet for so long, she had no idea of how to start promoting this new single.

Hey guys! My single- no.

Guys!! I just made a song- I can't use that.

I have a new song- doesn't feel right.

The more and more Camila thought about the tweet, the deeper her anxious emotions began to envelop her. I can't take credit for a song that wasn't mine, how do I say it without suggesting that it is?

Letting out the second deep breath of the day, Camila clears her mind before typing vigorously against her phone screen.

There's a new song out now and I think you guys will like it (: Camila - that should do it.

After posting the tweet, it was only a matter of time before the public decided its fate. Now all Camila could do was wait and hope for the best.

WALKING HASTILY towards the familiar restaurant, Camila had only just taken the time to acknowledge the name of the restaurant. Vives Comida.

"Camila! You made it!"

In the distance, Camila swore she had been experiencing déjà vu when the familiar Canadian went out of his way to approach the dazed Latina.

"Do you always wear black jeans?" Camila comments, glancing down to the pair of black jeans she had seen on her friend at least a thousand times.

"Hey, in my defence, I own like a gazillion pairs of the same pair. Just appreciate the shirt I picked out."

Camila rolls her eyes, staring at the long sleeve button up shirt that seemed to have strange velvet designs on it.

"I'm sure I've seen you wear that at one of your concerts." Camila teases, bringing down Shawn's ego that had already been mildly low before being in the presence of his best friend.

"Thanks for the confidence boost."

"Why would you even need confidence? It's just dinner."

"If you must know, I was planning on getting to know Y/n more. I really like her music and her personality." Shawn boasts smiling as he fixes the collar of his button up.

Rolling her eyes at her Canadian buddy, Camila crosses her arms over her chest, not really knowing why her mood had changed so quickly.

"Shall we go?" Shawn asks, holding his arm out for his friend who seemed to be bothered by his presence.

"Whatever."

Feeling slightly rejected by Camila's harsh response, Shawn follows close behind the cuban into the restaurant. If Camila didn't know any better, she thought by now that - this being her third visit - she'd have every inch of the building marked down. But as she really took in her surroundings, Camila never got the time to admire the design. Petticoat palm leaves complimenting the moody chandelier while the simple white table sheets kept the restaurant elegant. Camila couldn't understand why but the restaurant felt like...Home.

"Your table is this way."

Immediately snapped out of her own thoughts, Camila feels her arm being tugged towards the table Shawn had booked earlier.

"Thank you, sir." Camila over hears Shawn say politely before watching him move his gaze to her.

"Excited I see." Camila smiles, amused with Shawn's eagerness.

"Why wouldn't I be? I get to see Y/n again. Do you think she likes me? I really hope she does. Maybe I could ask her out-"

"We should probably decide what to order."

Changing the subject, Camila lets out a small huff, annoyed with her friend who seemed to be very invested in the waitress the both of them had met.

It's not that Camila wasn't happy that Shawn finally had an interest towards someone other than the girl that had been previously dragging him along, it was just that...She wished it wasn't, Y/n.

"I don't know if I can handle a whole 3 course meal of Mexican food."

"Just because it's written in Spanish, doesn't mean it's all Mexican food- you should know this. Your dad's Brazilian."

"Yeah that means he's portofgeese, Not Spanish."

Rolling her eyes for the second time tonight, Camila couldn't help but feel irritated with Shawn's inability to pronounce or even try to pronounce any ethnical words right.

Having her thoughts cut for another countless time, Camila couldn't help but focus her eyes towards the unfamiliar employee who had rushed straight for the kitchen entrance. Why was she in a hurry? Was there complications in the kitchen?

However, Camila couldn't ask herself anymore questions as a loud shatter came from the same area.

"What the fuck!?"

Suddenly the whole restaurant went quite, curious to know what the cause of the noise was.

"I apologise for the noise. Please, carry on with your meals."

Frowning when Y/n's father disappears into the kitchen, Camila couldn't help but wonder what had been happening behind closed doors.

"That sounded like, Y/n. Do you think she's hurt?"

Placing her hand over top of her friends, Camila stops Shawn from doing something he could regret.

"Calm down, lover boy. Don't get ahead

of yourself. What are you gonna do?"

"That's my fucking song!? Why the fuck is my song on the radio!?"

At this point, Camila knew the ruckus was all her doing. Camila knew, she wouldn't be leaving this restaurant happily ever after. Camila knew...she was fucked.