Please Read: The story might start out a bit confusing and makes the characters seem really out there. It may seem a bit fast at the beginning, but bear with us. The characters may seem a bit underdeveloped but we're getting there. (Read cht 3 for example)

Note: This story is a compilation between my best friend and me. (She writes as Lacey; I write as Linette.) The lyrics are entirely mine. It's called Cupid and we'll be posting a rough version on You Tube soon.

Chapter 1- Linette

I stood backstage at the TMD set. I could hear the host Brian Smith introducing the show. I knew it wasn't that big. It was just a talk show interview. But it was my first one and I could not believe it would be on Talk Music Daily!

One of the stagehands made the cue for me to go out on stage. I walked down a tiny corridor and put on my best smile but I was sure it came out as embarrassed instead. When I got on the set I sat in the chair opposite Brian. I still couldn't believe I was meeting him. Brian Smith was really cute. He had that polished New York look, but still seemed to be more surfer.

"Welcome to TMD, Linette."

"Thanks for having me," I smiled.

"We just have a few questions for you today. All of them were sent in by your fans." I nodded. "But first I'm just going to give our viewers who don't know you a bit of help."

Brian took a CD off the table in between us. "I'm sure that if you haven't heard of Linette, you will soon. She released her first album Call in the Dark two weeks ago, the same time as her hit song Cupid aired on the radio. Cupid has just become number 28 on the billboard charts here in the US." Cheers erupted from the crowd. I fought to keep from blushing.

Brian turned to me again. In his hand he held a bunch of folded papers. "These are questions from our viewers. Pick any one to start." I pointed at the first one. Brian unfolded the paper.

"Linette," he read, "Your name is really cool. Is it your real one or did you or the label choose it?"

I laughed. "I always get asked that. No, it's my real name. It's a Celtic name and it means graceful."

He unfolded the next one. "What gave you the inspiration to start singing?"

"Wow. That's a tough one." I shifted in my seat. "Well, I just always liked singing. It got me through tough times and was really comforting. I remember thinking 'I want to help people through my music.'"

"So how did you react when you first heard Cupid on the radio?"

"Oh my goodness. I was at a café with my manager when all of a sudden Cupid started playing on the radio. I turned to her and was like, 'This song is catchy and has really good lyrics. Too bad the girl's voice isn't recorded that well.' So Lacey –that's my manager by the way- was like; 'Linette, that's you. That's Cupid.' And I was like, 'My goodness and people pay to hear me?'"

Brian started laughing, "Oh come on, you aren't that bad. I actually listened to your CD and I found you to have a really different style."

It was my turn to laugh. "I love that you just said 'You aren't that bad.'"

Brian turned flustered. "I-I didn't mean it like that. How about we read some questions from the viewers again?"

"Casey in Brooklyn asks: What is your most embarrassing moment?"

"I was in a movie with a really cute guy and as we watched the film I felt this snap on my back. My bra had popped open. It was dark so I was like 'OK, I can fix this.' But then my date put his hand on my back just as I was trying to do it back up again. Then he said, 'Whoa, I like you but not in a movie theatre!'" The audience erupted into laughter.

"Jolene from Memphis asks: What was your worst kiss?" Brian made a double take. "Well these questions are getting personal. They're not holding anything back, are they?"

"It's fine. Um…I don't know if I've ever had a worst kiss. Actually…I have a confession to make."

Brian gave me a quizzical look. "Okay?"

"I've only ever had two kisses in my life."

"No way. I don't believe you."

"It's true! I actually haven't dated anyone in 2 years."

"Kyle from Washington, D.C.: What do you look for in a guy?"

"Well I'd prefer if he's good-looking. And he has to sing. And cook and clean. He must like kids. He has to be down-to-earth and willing to make inappropriate jokes with me. I think that's it. Oh, and he has to have a good sense of humour."

"So I heard you're going to sing for us today?"

"I am." I got up and headed for the microphone as the crowd cheered.

Brian shouted, "This is Cupid!"

"I've got a gun at my side
And it's missing a bullet.
I shot a poor guy
And now he's head over heels.
It can't be denied
That I'm considered a threat.
Once they're shot they see why
No one ever squeals.

Chorus:
And I'm wanted.
No one escapes me.
I'm wanted.
It's all very clear
That no matter how hard they try
I call the shots.
'Cause I'm wanted.
No one'll disagree.
I'm wanted.
They try to run when I'm near,
Escape my battle cry
Or hide from my gunshot.

A few thousand years ago
They thought I was a boy.
Now they understand
Just how wrong they were.
I used to kill with an arrow
But they lost their joy.
Now my gun's name-brand
And everyone knows it's revolvers I prefer.

Chorus

Right now I wear leather
But I used to have wings.
Sometimes I'm nice
But most of the time I'm mean.
No matter the weather
I'm ready to spring
And I never think twice
And I always come back to the scene.

Chorus

No matter how hard I try
Or how many tears they cry
People always want more.
Whether it causes a war
Or leaves them to die,
They can't just say bye-bye.
I'm giving something everyone wants.
So people beg to get shot.

Chorus 2x

Spoken:
Who would ever want to be I love anyway?"

I stepped away from the microphone as the crowd kept screaming. And for once in my life, I felt that my music was finally making a difference. The camera cut and the lights went back on. I went over to Brian and shook his hand.

"Thank you for having me on the show. It was a pleasure."

"Thank you for being here." I walked off the set to my manager.

"Okay, that was great, but oh my God we're late!" I stared at my manager.

I loved Lacey, I really did, but she could be so forgetful. She had copper brown hair with side bangs and shoulder length hair. Her eyes were hazel but usually looked more green. She was only 5 foot 6, but she could be really, really loud.

"We're late for what?" I asked.

"I told you."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes I- no I didn't. Crap. I'm like the worst manager ever."

"Yes you are. But I love you and that's why no one's fired you."

"Shut up we have to go!"

"Go where?"

"To London!"

"Why am I going to London?"

"You're going on tour as an opening act."

"I'm going on what? Why didn't you tell me? That's freaking awesome!" We both started jumping up and down and squealing.

Lacey stopped first. "In spite of how fun this is, we really have to go or we'll miss our flight."

"Okay, let's go!"

I haven't mentioned that I liked flying. Yes, I liked getting on an airplane where your hair gets messed up and you can't sleep because of the engine noise. I love turbulence. It's like a roller coaster except you never go up again when it goes down!

Lacey pulled out her laptop. "My God Lacey can't you just relax and stop working on my freaking promotional poster and talk to me!" I whined.

"I'm not working. I want to show you the band you're opening for."

"Oh yeah, what are they called?"

"McFly. They're this British boy band that does pop rock. Did I mention that they are all beautiful men?"

"Define beautiful."

"Like I-want-you-on-the-floor-right-now-who-cares-who's-watching beautiful."

"Wow that's beautiful. Can I see some pictures?"

Lacey pulled up a photo on her screen. On the right side of the screen was Lacey's face with puffy cheeks which looked amusingly retarded. Right beside her face was a boy with curly brown hair whose tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth.

"I know he looks really retarded and unattractive but trust me, he's really cute." Lacey explained. "His name's Danny."

"It looks like he's trying to kiss a girl on a rollercoaster. I bet he'd be a really good French kisser though."

"I haven't tried, but I'm pretty sure he's free for you though."

"Oh I will for sure try him out." We both started laughing.

She pulled up another picture of her and two other boys. One of them had spiky dark brown hair that was styled in a fohawk and on the other side of the screen was a boy with blonde hair that hung almost into his eyes.

"That's Tom," she pointed at the blond one, "and the other one is Harry."

"Tom looks like an adorable little kid chub!" I giggled.

"He's a really sweet guy, and honestly I think you two totally match. Harry's so posh though!" Lacey described.

"He's so sexy, can I have him?"

"Um… sure?" Lacey pulled up another picture.

"Aww!" I exclaimed. It was a picture of Lacey with a blonde boy who had his bangs slightly falling into his eye. It was spiky in the back but straight in the front. He had his arm around her and he had a protective yet cute smile on. Lacey wasn't even looking at the camera since she was kissing his cheek.

"That's Dougie." She explained and I could see her turn a slightly pink color.

"How come you never told me you had hot guy friends before? How do you even know them?"

"I moved to Essex when I was 6 since my parents got a promotion there. I met Dougie in grade school and we've been best friends since. I moved back to America when I was 12 and I visit him every year at Christmas so I got to know the rest of McFly. Yeah, but you can't date him because honestly I've had a huge crush on Dougie since like forever!"

"Wow that was a lot in one breath. And don't worry about Dougie, I've got Harry. I'm so disappointed you've never told me about him before. Dear God, I could have slept with him 50 times more than I will when I meet him!" Lacey and I laughed.

She flipped through more pictures with me stopping her every time a picture with Harry came up. Finally she stopped and turned to me.

"God damn it Linette. I know you find Harry to be the sexiest man you have ever seen and I understand your enthusiasm about getting to screw him which I know you won't actually do because I know you're keeping it a secret that the reason you're being dumped is because you will not have sex with them but please stop doing that!"

I laughed. "I'm sorry but he's so damn attractive. I wonder what he looks like-"

"Stop. Don't put mental images in my mind."

"I was going to say with mirrored Aviator sunglasses on you sick child."

"Oh."

Lacey and I burst into laughter. Ever since Lacey and I met she became my best friend. All of a sudden the seatbelt sign went on.

"Well Linette, welcome to the United Kingdom."

"Where hot boys will want to be in my pants!"

"God damn it can't you stop thinking about Harry for one moment?"

"Okay."