A/N: Okay, I've decided to take a SMALL break from Can We Still Be Friends for today to write a few songfics. After this, expect two more songfics. And tomorrow I'm going to update CWSBF.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or the song Imaginary Superstar by Skye Sweetnam.
Oh, yeah, I haven't actually heard the song Imaginary Superstar, so I don't know if it's really something you can dance to. I liked the lyrics, and judging by them I think it's a song you can dance to. Whatever.
Imaginary Superstar
When I'm alone
And in my room
And there's nothing else to do
I turn on my stereo
Lizzie emerged from her bathroom wearing a pink tank top and purple pajama pants. She had just taken her shower, brushed her teeth, and blown her hair dry. She had pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, and was holding her hairbrush in one hand.
She walked over to her blue stereo and turned to her favourite radio station. A song had just begun playing, and Lizzie found it the right song to fit her current mood.
I listen to the radio
It gets me in a better mood
Changes my whole attitude
I turn it up real loud
Imagine a screaming crowd
It feels so good
This can't be wrong
Lizzie suddenly forgot about getting ready for her lunch date with her boyfriend. She turned up the volume control and started dancing.
Favourite song
Is on the radio
So I'll blast on my stereo
No one's watching
So I play air guitar
I'm an imaginary superstar
Lizzie imagined she was back at the IMVAs in Rome. She was offered a recording contract, but she turned the deal down because she wanted to have a normal life.
She grabbed a tube of lipgloss from her dresser and applied it to her lips. She smiled at her reflection, then continued dancing.
And until I get a microphone
I'll sing into my brushophone
Never criticise who you are
I'm an imaginary superstar
Lizzie was now on her bed, lip-synching into her hairbrush. She twirled around, then kicked one of her stuffed animals onto the floor. She began to actually sing along to the song. She started jumping up and down on the bed, messing up her pillows and comforter.
The music stops
Though it's in my head
Just jumpin' round on my bed
Still it's so fun to pretend
I play burnt out on the floor
But they're screaming out for more
So I rock on once again
Lizzie bounced off the bed, dancing like a maniac. She reached up and pulled her ponytailer from her ponytail. Her layered shoulder-length hair spilled down onto her shoulders and curled around her face. She twirled around some more, pretending that her hairbrush was a guitar.
I turn it up real loud
Imagine a screaming crowd
It feels so good
This can't be wrong
Favourite song
Is on the radio
So I'll blast on my stereo
No one's watching
So I play air guitar
I'm an imaginary superstar
And until I get a microphone
I'll sing into my brushophone
Never criticise who you are
I'm an imaginary superstar
Lizzie never heard the door to her room open. She was standing in front of her mirror, singing into her hairbrush. She had lost track of the time. She was supposed to be getting ready for her date, but she was too lost in the music to notice the time.
The person standing in her doorway watched her dancing around the room. He raised and eyebrow at her, but she was too busy dancing to see him.
Imaginary superstar
Imaginary superstar
Favourite song
Is on the radio
So I'll blast on my stereo
No one's watching
So I play air guitar
I'm an imaginary superstar
Lizzie twirled around and saw him. She blushed a deep red, grabbed a star-shaped pillow from the floor, then tried to bury herself in her bed, yelling in a muffled voice, "Omigosh, you can at least KNOCK, Gordo, this is so humiliating!!"
"What?" Gordo asked. He walked over to Lizzie's bed and sat down beside her. He grabbed the back of her tank top and pulled her up into a sitting position.
"You can't just barge in here," Lizzie told him.
"I didn't," Gordo replied, "I knocked first, but you didn't answer. So after like, a minute, I decided to come in. At least you weren't naked or anything."
Lizzie quietly laughed.
"I suck at singing," she said.
"No you don't!" Gordo assured her, "If you sucked at singing, then why did that guy offer you a record deal?"
"Thanks," Lizzie said and licked her lips.
"Now, are we going for our date or not?" Gordo asked.
"Yeah, just let me get ready," Lizzie told him.
"Okay," Gordo said as they both stood up. Lizzie started pushing him towards the door, but when they reached it, Lizzie stopped, threw her arms around Gordo's neck, pulled him towards her, and kissed him square on the lips.
"Don't tell anyone, okay?" Lizzie asked.
"That you kissed me? Lizzie, the entire school knows we've been dating for two years," Gordo reminded her.
"No! That you caught me singing!" Lizzie said, "Now, get out and wait for me downstairs! I need to change clothes, I'll be out in five minutes."
"You mean twenty minutes," Gordo said sarcastically.
"Shut up!" Lizzie laughed and slammed the door in his face.
She turned around and noticed that a new song was playing on the radio. She picked up her hairbrush from the floor and began to dance around and lip-synch to the music.
And until I get a microphone
I'll sing into my brushophone
Never criticise who you are
I'm an imaginary superstar
Imaginary superstar
Imaginary superstar