Introduction

Amy put her earbuds in as she tried to drown out her manager/best friend. Amy closed her eyes until she felt him shake her shoulder a little bit. She sighed, and opened her eyes, giving him a look. She hesitantly took out her ear buds, but her ears were filled with his loud, and fast, nagging once again.

"Okay, Shane, stop. I can hear you." Shane grunted in frustration.
"Can you Amy? Because, you look like you're not even here." Shane snapped his fingers once in front of his friend's face. Amy ran her hand through her blonde locks, and sighed again. Why is he being so difficult?

"Shane, I listened up until I put my earbuds in, I swear." She lied. Shane seemed to know this, and reacted by raising an eyebrow, and placing his hands on his hips.

"What did I say then, before you put those little earwax-covered tics in your ear." Amy's eyes seemed to widen for a second, before she tried to play it nonchalant.

"C'mon Sh-" Shane cut her off.

"Zibbity bee bop-" The boy said, moving his arms while closing his eyes in annoyance. "-now Amy, I am going to repeat myself, and I want you to listen this time, for my own sanity because, you can push all my buttons and and make steam come out of my cute ears but this time I do believe that my head could explode at an-"

"Shane! Okay just, tell me what you were saying before already." Amy said before he could ramble too much. Shane sighed and said things a bit slower for Amy this time, trying to emphasize how important this was.

"A very important, and famous, movie producer wants you-" He then pokes Amy's chest, a bit too hard,"-to direct, and film, a movie following Pop Queens." Amy fake smiled. Shane smiled back, thinking it was true.

Her face fell quickly to a frown. "No." Amy then span around so her back was to her best friend, and began to walk away. She new he wasn't going to take no for an answer though, she knew him all too well. As if right on cue, Shane was now jogging at the girl's side, so that he could keep up with Amy's fast-paced walking.

"Amy, it would practically set you for life financially, and you'd get so much hype in the film world-" Amy was a little intrigued by that last reason, but she just quickened her speed.

"Do I have to say it in Spanish? No." Shane was now in front of Amy, preventing her from walking anymore. Shane looked desperate.

"Amy, just consider it," Amy was listening thoroughly now to him. She just wanted to see him squirm a little because, it was pretty funny.

"This could be your big break in the industry! No more indie-documentaries, no more garage editing," Amy started to daydream a little, letting Shane's words float about in the background of her mind while she did so.

"-and a whole lot more... ladies." Amy shook her head and smacked Shane's arm. "What the hell Amy?!" She shot a death glare at Shane.

"I'm just stating the inevitable, if you take this project of course." Amy looked past Shane's shoulder, thinking about whether or not she should take it. Shane was now rubbing his arm. A minute passes by.

"Aims, I think you bruised my-"

"I'll do it." Shane completely forgot what he was going to say because he was dumbfounded. He was sure that Amy was going to be way harder to break. Heck, Amy thought she was going to be harder to break. Shane grinned and enveloped the blonde in a tight hug.

"I'm so excited! I'm going to call Josh right up and-" Amy had to back-track.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second... Josh?" Amy smirked at the tall haired boy.

"What?" Amy's smirk turned smug.

"What!" Shane tried to glare at Amy, but Amy laughed at his failed attempt. "You need to work on that."

...

"Shane. Stop. Now." Amy said, glaring at her friend. He smacked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, creating a ticking noise.

"Shut up Aimes, and let me fix this!" Amy smacked his hands away from her body. She let out a puff of air in frustration.

"Shane, why do I even have to look so fancy meeting the cast?!" The blonde was very annoyed, and stripped herself of the only dress she owned. Shane sat on the bed, giving up.

"Because you need to look professional, and hot. First impression is key!" Amy rolled her eyes.

"Just wear the dress would you!" He yelled, impatient. Amy pulled a grey v-neck over her head.

"I don't wanna." Amy shook her head at her words. I sounded way too much like Shane right there. The blonde then pulled up some faded black skinny jeans over her sun-kissed legs. Amy looked around in her closet for a second. "Where is it..." She asked herself. She was then covered in a piece of clothing. Shane obviously threw it at her. When she took it off her face, she smiled at the boy.

"Thanks." He waved his hand behind him as he walked back to the bed, away from Amy.

"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled. It was her favorite dark red flannel.

She walked out of her closet to her dresser and grabbed her combat boots that lay sprawled around it.

"Oh no, no way Jose." She heard Shane say from behind. "What?" Amy asked. Shane sighed in anger.

"Don't wear those old things! They might have cobwebs in them for Pete's sake!" The blonde rolled her eyes so hard, they could have popped right out of her head.

"What's up with all these guy names?" Shane just shrugged and plopped his upper half of his body on the bed, making him lay down staring at Amy's ceiling.

She walked over to her vanity and threw on some jewelry. Her favorite long necklace, and a single feather earring. She then grabbed her grey beanie, and put it on her head, not really caring if it wasn't perfect. Some mascara and boom. She was ready. She turned around, and Shane gaped at her. the blonde smirked.

"It must be some weird lesbian magic because you look sex-ay." She smiled and motioned with her hand to go. Let's go meet the cast of pop divas then...

Tell me if you like where this is going so I can see if I should update this or not? Do you know who the "pop divas" are going to be? ;) Thanks! ~Bella