"Britney, phone. It's Johnny," my mom called from the kitchen.
I walked out of my room and picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey doll, guess what," Johnny said cheerfully into the phone.
"I don't know, what?" I said.
"You'll never guess who is going to produce the last two songs of your album," he said in a teasing tone.
"Max?" I guessed.
"Nope," he said.
"Just tell me," I said.
"JC," he said.
"He's producing now?" I asked.
"Yup, he produced some of his group's songs," he said.
"How did you get a hold of him?" I asked.
"I called him up and asked him if he wanted to and he said sure. So, he's now your producer," he said.
"Thank god, now I have some one I can goof around with," I said.
"Well, you only have one week to record two songs," he said.
"Which songs?" I asked.
"Considering that Jive pitched two of the songs we were pushing for the most," Johnny began.
"What!" I yelled into the phone, "they pitched Oops...I Did It Again and Dear Diary! Why?"
"Britney," my mom called to me from the kitchen, "your dad is sleeping. Tone down your voice."
"Sorry," I said to her.
"I tried to get them to listen to me, but they wouldn't, doll. I'm sorry," Johnny said.
"So now what are we going to record?" I asked.
"We're going to record them over again," he said proudly.
"Really, good because I loved those two songs. I co-wrote Dear Diary. That one meant the most to me," I said.
"I know," he said, "that’s why we're going to record them again, but we're changing them around."
"How?" I asked.
"Like the melodies, the beat, things like that," he said.
"Okay," I said, "when and where am I going to record them?"
"At Battery Studios in New York. Your going to be flying up tomorrow morning and start recording the day after tomorrow," he said, "is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, that’s fine. Did you book me a flight already?" I asked.
"Of coarse," he said.
"Okay," I said laughing, "are you going to be there?"
"Towards the end of the week. I have something else to take care of first, but yes, I will be there," he said.
"Okay, is that all?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"Okay, I'll see you next week," I said.
"Bye, doll," he said.
"Bye," I said and hung up the phone, "Mom, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"What? Why?" she asked.
I walked into the kitchen and sat down on a stool, "I have to do some more recording. But, you'll never guess who my producer is."
"Who?" she asked.
"JC," I said happily.
"That’s good honey, I've always liked that boy. He's very nice. How are you going to break the new to Jamie Lynn that your leaving?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said.
"She's in her room if you want to tell her," she said and turned away from my to finish dinner.
"Okay," I said and walked into Jamie Lynn's room. She was sitting on her bed playing with her Barbie’s. "Hey Jamie Lynn, I have to tell you something," I said and sat down on her bed.
"Yeah," she said and sat down her Barbie’s.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," I said, "to finish recording."
"But you promised me that you'd go to my school talent show," she said as tears foamed in her eyes.
"I know, I wish that I could go. I'm very sorry Jamie Lynn," I said.
"NO you’re not!" she yelled, "you always do this. Your career is too important anymore!"
"That’s not true," I said and scooted down on the floor next to her.
"Yes it is," she yelled and ran out of the room.
"Jamie Lynn," I yelled after her.
I got up and went after her, but it was too late. She already left the house. "No, its not," I mumbled and walked into my room.
I pulled out my suitcase from the closet and began to pack. By the time I was done, supper was ready. I walked into the dining room and noticed that Jamie Lynn wasn't there.
"She's eating over your aunt's house," my mom said as if answering my thoughts.
"Oh," I said quietly and sat down. We were eating chicken. "How long do you think she's going to stay mad at me?" I asked.
"No long honey, just let her calm down, she'll get over it," she said.
"Okay," I said and began to eat my meal.
