SIXTEEN: Music Hall

DANIELLE'S POV

I walked swiftly towards the washing machine, my hair held up in a messy bun. I was wearing a big round-neck top over denim shorts.

It's a Saturday_the day we do all our laundries, and clean up the apartment. Normally it's our room janitor that's supposed to be doing that but we sent her away. Although she begged to at least be coming on Mondays to clean up for us since we are always busy on such days. After much thought, we reluctantly agreed.

Why did we send her away? Well, we love doing our stuffs ourselves.

Cilia just finished cleaning the room and was heading to the kitchen to clean it up, Tania was taking care of the restroom and myself? I just finished doing the laundry.

I picked up the basket of now clean clothes that I'd already folded neatly. I walked back to the room with the clothes and settled to fixing them in the closet. My phone rang, the one I used in communicating with close fans. Who could it be? I thought.

Walking to the my reading table where I