Hey! Brand new story ready to start! This idea came from a dream I had about iCarly and I thought it might be interesting to put into a story. Tell me what you think please? Hope you enjoy!

-Amy

p.s. i don't own iCarly...yet :)

"In 5..4...3...2..."

"Hola, I'm Carly!"

"Hey it's Sam here!"

"And this is iCarly! Today we are going to try something really new…" Carly hesitated for a minute then got a nudge in the stomach by Sam. Carly smiled and nudged her friend back.

"Yup! We heard Carly sing while making dinner. AND she was great! So we decided-"

"Sam and Freddie decided," Carly interrupted her. "I had no input in this whatsoever."

"Yeah yeah, you're going to do this Carly. So anyway, we decided that Carly will sing for this web cast!"

"I seriously doubt they will want to hear me sing" Carly once again put in her opinion, to which both Freddie and Sam argued with her. They encouraged her to just start singing and see what happens.

"And after you sing, we want you, our wonderful viewers, to tell us what you think about Carly's singing," Sam smiled directly into the camera. "You definitely don't want to hear me sing. So without any further waiting, here is Carly Shay!" She pushed Carly into the middle of the studio and Freddie made the lights somewhat dim, a small spotlight on her. The music started playing and at first Carly didn't sing along with it. Then she saw Sam frown out of the corner of her eye and asked Freddie to restart the song.

Carly sang perfectly, as if she'd been singing all her life professionally. She was hesitant at first but then got really into the song and danced just a little bit to it as she sang.

'You're my daydream, you know that I've been thinking about you, lately. And every time I look at you I can't explain. I feel insane, I can't get away. You're my daydream.'

When the song ended, Sam pushed the button on her blue remote that had the 'audience' applauding and she hugged her best friend tightly.

"Well what did you guys think?" Sam smiled hugely, knowing her plan had worked perfectly.

"I'm sure they just think I'm-"

"AWESOME! Right, Freddork?"

Freddie smirked but agreed with Sam just the same. When he told Carly she was great, something in her reassured her that things would be ok, no matter the results. There was little he could not fix when she needed help, including mending her broken heart when boys had dumped her, or vice versa. Although they were all 16 years old, Freddie was by far the most mature one.

The rest of the show went perfectly and when Carly got the 'all clear' from Freddie, she ran downstairs and got on the computer to read the immediate feedback.

"Hey Cupcake, slow down!" Sam yelled, coming downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a popsicle from the freezer. "Aww you've got no meat. SPENCER!"

"YES?" Spencer peeked out from his room, looking curiously at who had yelled his name.

"You need meat. As soon as possible."

"Yeah I'll go tomorrow…" Sam ran over to him and shook him by the shoulders.

"I said as soon as possible. Which really means, NOW!" And with that she shoved him out the door.

"You didn't have to be mean Sam," Carly giggled at her best friend and then went back to looking at the feedback. "Oh my god!"

"What's wrong?" Freddie asked, just coming downstairs.

"Spencer is out of meat," Sam frowned at him.

"So?"

"So it's important that they always have some for Mama. Always!"

"Oh shut up Sam. It's just food."

"GUYS!" Carly yelled at them just as Sam was about to punch Freddie.

"He insulted food!" Sam argued and glared at him. Carly rolled her eyes at Sam and told them both to come to the computer. Both Sam and Freddie smiled at seeing the feedback from their web cast.

"I told you that singing was a good idea, Carls." Sam gloated and started licking the popsicle in her hand.

"Hey I want one," Freddie frowned at her and went to the fridge to look for one but found none.

"Oops sorry. Popsicle's mine, nub." She laughed and walked over. "Do you really want it? Here!" Freddie had an annoyed look on his face as Sam put the popsicle down his shirt. "There. It's all yours now!" She kept laughing and went over to Carly. "So you wanna sing on the next iCarly?"

"No thanks. Once is-" The phone ringing stopped Carly from finishing her sentence. She picked it up and immediately had a shocked facial expression. Sam and Freddie looked at her curiously. Sam tried to listen in on the conversation but failed. All they heard was little bits of Carly's answers which gave them no clues at all.

"You heard me?…Oh wow!…I'm not sure…"

"You're not sure of what Carly?" Sam demanded but Carly just shushed her and put the phone on loud speaker.

"So Carly, as I was saying, I would like it if you auditioned for the musical I'm directing in a few weeks. You will get paid for it and I think you're perfect for the main role!"

"She would love to!"

"Sam shut it! I'm sorry Mr. Moser. I'm not doing anything like High School Musical. It's just kind of …weird…" All 3 of the iCarly crew nodded in disgust.

"No no, it's nothing like that. Less songs and not as cheesy. I promise. Tell you what, I'll give you a week to decide what you'd like to do. My number is 939-0001. Call me with what you decide Carly." And he hung up. Sam patted her best friend on the shoulder. "I knew you'd be famous," she smiled.

"Are you sure she wants to go? How do you know this guy is for real Carly?" Freddie asked, wanting to know more about all of this. He didn't really want Carly to go, and if she was going to go, he wanted to know what exactly she was going to do.

"Yeah, how'd he get my number anyway?" Carly wondered out loud. "What do you guys think about this?"