"Rocky! Rocky!"
CeCe Jones ran down the hallway of her school to Rocky Blue, who was at her locker fixing her hair. "Yeah?" Rocky asked without taking her eyes away from the mirror.
"Check it out! Check it OUT!" CeCe cried, shoving a piece of paper at her best friend. "I've never gotten anything like this before!"
Rocky shut her locker door and took the paper. "CeCe, come on. Nothing could have- OH MY GOSH! CeCe, you've won first place!" They squealed and hugged and started jumping together. "First place! First place! First place!" Rocky squealed. Then she stopped and looked at CeCe. "Wait... what did you win first place for? CeCe, please tell me you didn't win the Youngest Female Hitman competition."
CeCe scoffed. "Ha, they don't even have those. Probably... Anyway, no. I entered an online competition for knowledge about celebrities, and I won first place, and we get to meet LADY GAGA!"
Rocky's eyes widened. "Shut. Up! No way! If you're lying, I'll shave your head and draw Freddy Krueger on top."
CeCe gasped. "No! You wouldn't do that!"
"Try me. Now are you lying or not?"
CeCe quickly shook her head. "Nope. See? Here." CeCe handed Rocky another piece of paper.
Rocky's eyes widened. "CeCe... is this Email really from Lady Gaga?"
CeCe nodded, a smile on her face. "You bet it is! You and I are on the edge of glory, Rocky! Lady Gaga? Wow!"
"I know!" Rocky agreed. "I'm so happy I could die!"
"I'm speechless! We'll just dance all night long," said CeCe, wiggling down the hallway. "Ooh! Maybe a paprazzi will talk to us!"
"But we'll have to keep a poker face to stay mysterious," Rocky added.
CeCe's eyebrow arched. "This is getting old."
"Tell me about it," said Rocky. "But we were born this way, with our great hair."
CeCe nodded, and they stroked their long hair. CeCe snapped out of it. "Come on! Let's go pack! My mom said we're leaving for L.A. Friday morning and staying through Sunday."
"A hotel? Wow!" Rocky shook with excitement. "This is such a-"
"Come on!" CeCe dragged Rocky down the hallway.