Hotel in New York City
The young blonde slammed her computer shut with a thud. She was infuriated, her cousin utterly refused to even reply to anything she sent her. If it was an e-mail it was deleted, mail was sent back, and phone calls were never picked up. It was endless and exhausting.
She had never meant for it to happen this way. Her dream was for her and her cousin to travel the world together and sing, but as most dreams do, it went astray. In the process of the one girl becoming a star the other was left in the dust. This left a bitter feeling between the two girls, yet now after three years the one who had "made" it was missing her cousin.
Taylor began to walk back and forth about her hotel room as she called her cousin. The hairs on her head were out of line, unlike her usual perfect appearance in magazines. Then she began to mutter to herself, "Come on Sam, pick up the phone. Come on, just pick up the freaking…"
Sam voice came from the other end of the phone, "Yo, this is Sam. If I'm not picking this up I'm either eating, doing something more important, or I simply don't like you. Late. Oh yeah, and leave a message and all that good stuff. No but seriously, it may just be I don't like you, Freddork."
Taylor sighed and left her message, "Come on Sam. You can't avoid me forever; I'm your cousin. You know I love you and I should have done better then. I regret everyday that I didn't, but it's been three years. Don't you think it's time to forgive and forget? Listen, I'm going to be in Seattle for a concert and press next week for about eight days. Please call me back. Peace."
She slowly clicked her iPhone off and threw it on the hotel bed. Spinning around Taylor reviewed her face in the long mirror. Almost, perfect, a few hairs out of place, but still beautiful. She had emerald orbs and medium length golden hair that curled ever so slightly. Taylor was skinny and well shaped with clear skin. She had a box shaped head, similar to that of her cousin. It was one of the things they used to joke about.
Flawless. The word she loathed the most. She was perfect in the publics' eyes. They had never seen anyone else, but the country/pop singer who was smart and beautiful and had a bright and wealthy future.
If only they had known about her family that was on parole or in jail, if they had seen the years that led up to her lifestyle today. In the past Taylor was a scared little thing that was constantly in trouble. Everything in her life was not constant, all save one. It was the reason, her past that made her so keen on contacting her cousin.
Sam had also made in it in her own special way. Taylor had been keeping a close eye on Sam's career on iCarly. It was the most popular web show on the Internet and had won the iWeb Award for best comedy 2 years running. It also was the home to famous celebrity singers, actors, and fighters. ICarly was the hottest ticket around. In fact, iCarly was so famous the three teens were featured on Wake Up Seattle.
Taylor was so proud of Sam, she just wished she could have shared her success with Sam. Celebrity life would have been so much easier with Sam at her side.
That was when she decided action had to be taken. Taylor was going to see Sam when she in Seattle. Quickly Taylor made her way to the computer and began to type a message to Freddie Benson on the iCarly website.
It read: Dear Mr. Benson,
Hey. This Taylor Brown, the singer. I was just sending this e-mail because last week I received a message from your co-host, Sam Puckett. She is a huge fan of my music, as I enjoy your web show. Next week I will be in Seattle for a concert and numerous press things. It would be a great honor to perform on your show. However, if you except I do have one request that I would insist that you do. Please do not inform Ms. Puckett that I would be coming. I would love for it to be a surprise.
Please Respond, Taylor Brown
As Taylor sent the e-mail she thought of Sam. Little did she know that her cousin was thinking of her at the same moment.
iCarly studio in Seattle
"Sam! Are you even listening to me?" Carly Shay, the host of iCarly spit at her co-host Sam Puckett.
Freddie Benson, the technical producer replied, "Do you really think that thing would really listen to you? I mean come on Carly, I bet she isn't even listening now."
Sam growled, "What did I say about being pushy? Momma doesn't like when people are being pushy, Benson. Don't make me get up and teach you that lesson with my fist. 'Cause if I get up, you'll go down."
Freddie visibly gulped, "I'm not afraid of you Sam."
Sam smirked as she saw a drop of sweat begin to form at the crown of Freddie's forehead. "Are you sure about that? 'Cause that liquid at the top of your forehead begs to differ."
He stuttered, "I am an extremely sweaty person. I have a lot of issues. That is why my mother is so overbearing."
"Oh. I thought it was because she is a freaking whack job."
"That was uncalled for!"
"Yeah, well. So is your existence." Sam retorted with a smirk.
Freddie sighed. Suddenly his mail box made a ding. He had received a new e-mail from Taylor Brown. He read it quickly and was intrigued. "Hey Carly?"
"Yeah?"
"You mind if I talk to you in the hall?"
Sam laughed loudly. " Aren't you a little early for your monthly "grovel for a date?"
"Shut-up!"
"Sure Freddie," Carly replied.
Freddie shuffled her into the hallway and shut the door, "Taylor Brown wants to sing on iCarly."
"No way! I have to tell Sam! Eep!"
"Carly you can't. The only reason she wants to perform is because Sam loves her music and she wants to surprise her. If we tell Sam she won't perform."
"But Sam can act surprised."
Freddie shook his head, "No Carly. I just have this feeling that we shouldn't interfere with this. We should listen to Taylor."
Carly was quiet, "All right. Go send her back and e-mail. Next week Taylor Brown sings on iCarly."