-1Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Chapter 1: The Call That Started It All
The phone rang loudly at Savannah Wilde's New York penthouse as she walked in from school.
Her mother was probably back in her office typing with one hand, phone in another, and Blue Tooth blinking in her ear, trying to operate her talent management business. She assumed this after she heard her yell.
"Savannah! If you're in there, answer the house phone!"
She sighed and answered it.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello, is this Shannon or Savannah Wilde?"
"Yes, this is Savannah."
"Well, this is Kelly Harvey with Island Def Jam Records, and we've reviewed your information and…"
"Information?" Savannah began, "I don't think I'm allowed to send in auditions to other companies. I'm working on a project with Disney right now. Are you sure you have the right person?"
"Yes ma'am. Your mother must have sent this in. Anyway, you have been picked to be Justin Bieber's video girl for his duet with Sean Kingston. Are you familiar with the song?"
"Uh…I'm aware of "Beautiful Girls" and "One Time" but nothing together." she replied.
"The song is called "Eenie Meenie", you know, like the children's rhyme. Anyway, the video shoot is next week, but I need you to send in a photograph of yourself to be used in the video. All of that information will be in the email sent to your adress."
"Okay…" Savannah replied, twisting a lock of brown hair around her finger.
This was the utmost weirdest thing that has ever happened to her.
A. She didn't send this in.
B. Her mother was the biggest pusher around.
But more importantly…
C. She couldn't stand Justin Bieber.
"That's great. Thank you very much." she practically growled as the lady on the other end hung up the phone.
"Mom!" Savannah yelled, putting the phone back on the charger.
"I'm back here!"
Savannah marched back into her mother's office and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Is there a reason some lady just called our house and told me that I was going to be in a Justin Bieber music video?"
"Oh," her mother laughed, "I thought that looked like fun when it got around in circulation that Justin was looking for a girl to be in the video."
"You know I don't really like his music." she said.
"Well, he's a hit maker. This video will play all over the place and someone will recognize you. I thought you wanted to be an actress, Van?" she asked.
"I do, but is video vixin really necessary for the resume?" Savannah said.
"I think it's a good opportunity. The shoot is in four days. They can't find another girl in that time."
She scoffed, "I bet they could. There's plenty of other girls that would practically die to be in my place."
"Which is exactly why you should do it. Do I think dancing in Camp Rock 2 was a good idea? Duh, it's just like the Bieber thing. Get in there with the Jonas Brothers and you'll be practically set. You see what it did to that Bridget Mendler girl. She went from JONAS to her own show." her mother said.
Savannah nodded, "I guess you're right."
"Here's your guidelines." Mrs. Wilde said, handing Savannah a white sheet of paper, "I already notified school that you will not be there on Thursday or Friday."
"Thanks?"
Savannah's statement came out more like a question.
"This is ridiculous." she said as she walked out and shut the door.
She read the list as she made her way to her room.
"An 8x10, scanner-able, photograph of yourself. Facebook style or semi-professional are preferred. Keep poses from being silly or with multiple people or guys. The pose should be attractive and somewhat sultry." she read out loud, "So they want me to shoot a picture of myself looking like a tramp and give it to them. Perfect."
She continued reading down the page.
"Please bring a pair of low rise denim shorts and a t-shirt that slightly bears the lower half of the midriff. Shoes should be comfortable but preferably stylish sneakers with straps, bright colors, high tops etc. or sandals (flip flops or gladiators)." she said, rolling her eyes, "Are you kidding me? Really?"
She walked over to her closet and looked in it. She pulled on a pair of infamous Hollister shorts. They were low rise, shorty, cutoff shorts. She then put on a tight gray v-neck that luckily bared quite a bit of midriff and a long black cotton vest that hung loose and fell past her butt. She looked in the mirror.
"One more thing." she said.
She grabbed her favorite off white baggy hat and put it gingerly on the back of her head, letting it fall down and show her hair.
"This aughta do." she said.
She then changed her top and her hat and put on a black and rainbow tank top with skulls and crossbones on it, and clipped a rainbow bow into her layered brown hair.
She grabbed her camera off her desk and positioned it on her shelf. She set the self timer on the camera and then raced in front of it. She pulled up the bottom hem of her shirt just enough to reveal her Famous Stars and Stripes belly button ring and flashed a peace sign.
She reviewed the picture after it was taken.
"That might be to risqué. I'll do one more." she said.
She did the same pose again, but didn't pull her shirt up as far.
She sat down at her computer and printed out both pictures in 8x10 scale on glossy paper she had been using for graphic design class.
"I guess I better look up this stupid song."
She pulled up you tube and began to search. Finally, she brought up a video that began to play:
"Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a bad chick by her toe. If she hollas let her go."
"Great, I'm going to be a slut. As if I didn't know from the picture ordeal." she sighed, "I could find like ten girls from school that would be way more fit and excited for this role than I am."
Meanwhile, Justin Drew Bieber sat strumming on his guitar in a recording studio in Los Angeles.
"There's gonna be one less lonely girl, there's gonna be one less lonely girl." he sang.
There was a knock on the door and Jason, the guy who had stepped in to replace Scooter, stuck his head in.
"Big news JB."
Justin sighed, "What is it now?"
Jason was the type of guy who would come running to Justin with "big news" simply if his name was one of the most searched terms on Yahoo news. Meaning: most of his big announcements were completely irrelevant.
"We've got your new video girl."
Justin's head perked up. His favorite part of shooting a new music video.
"Cool." Justin nodded, sitting his guitar on its stand, walking over to the door.
"Meet Savannah Wilde, your 'Eenie Meenie Miney Mo Lover'."
"Dang!"
"We did good didn't we."
"Shawty's got it goin' on." he nodded in approval, "Excellent, dude."
"Anytime."
Justin looked down and took in her picture. Every blonde streak in her brown hair. Every curve and dip in her body, but mostly her long legs that looked as if they'd stretch for miles.
"Height?" He asked, squinting his eyes shut.
He hated hearing the height of these girls the record label picks. They were always too tall for him to pursue and for him, the video was practically a waste other than the fact he'd please his fans.
"5'3" Jason replied.
"No joke!" Justin exclaimed.
"Two inches, not bad. She can't wear heels in the video, but 5'3 against your 5'5 aughta be a pretty good match."
Justin nodded.
"This video's gonna be a chart topper. I know it."
"How?"
"Everything's going to perfect right now for it to stop." he nodded, his perfect white teeth beginning to show in a grin.
For Justin, four days couldn't come soon enough.
For Savannah, she'd rather be beaten then have four days come.
Oh, what an interesting video this will be.