This story is about Clare's rise to fame, along with Eli, Adam and Ali!
Some people might be out of character, and Eli and Clare never broke up. Eli isn't a hoarder, doesn't have overprotectiveness issues, and never crashed the beloved Morty!
Clare Edwards never dreamed of becoming famous. She never set out to become a superstar, it just sort of happened.
Clare's P.O.V.
I was sitting in the park, reading Twilight for the umpteenth time, listening to my IPod. I've been doing this lately because of my parent's fighting. After they decided to get a divorce things got worse. People assume that after the decision is made, the divorce is easy. Those people are very wrong. There have been late nights arguing over custody and legal things, and I am sick and tired of it. If it wasn't for my loving boyfriend Eli, best friend Adam and Ali, or this quiet, peaceful park, I don't know how I would survive.
As I was reading the song on my IPod switched to Lady Gaga's Judas and I started singing along, quietly at first, but slowly getting louder. I know what you're thinking, Judas is a very controversial song for a Christian to be listening to, but I like it and I wish I could be spontaneously controversial just once in my life without anyone caring. But no, I shall always be Saint Clare.
I began to sing quite loudly, hitting all the riffs that Lady Gaga was hitting, becoming more passionate and powerful as I sang.
A man with a darker complexion walked up to me. He was wearing a black suit, with a burgundy, silk tie. His face was smoothly shaved and he wore glasses on the bridge of his nose. His jet black hair was groomed to perfection, he looked very wealthy. I assumed he was going to complain about my singing, how it bothered him and that I was going to have to be quiet.
"Excuse me; I couldn't help but notice how breathtaking your voice is, Miss -" he asked.
"Clare, Clare Edwards" I responded.
"I am Andrew Jackson, owner of DAC Recording Company. I would love to make you a superstar!" he said handing me his business card.