Finally… So she had finally become the rock star like she had wanted to be. Kyla thought as she stepped of the stage. Her eyes shimmered with happiness and she felt so… happy about finishing her one and only goal in life: to be a rock star. The crowd went wild as she winked, her newest signature symbol in her music profession.
The girl was drop-dead gorgeous, and about 17 years old. She had long black hair, with slight blue highlights, and piercing blue eyes. Her hair was in a French braid that reached her hips, and wore a pink tank top with a black jacket hanging over it. Her skirt was long and a light pink. She had quite an interesting sense of style… and heritage.
"Hope y'all had a great time today!" She yelled, screaming at the top of her lungs. A slight Texan accent spread on her tongue. The crowd answered with a yell of "YES!" She grinned, and disappeared behind the curtains. Her new album: Kaelyssa, also her stage name, had been one of the most freakin' awesome hits ever in the music industry, especially with her Oscar winning song: See You Again.
After a few hours, (5) she was back at her home, sitting in her comfy bed and reading a book. After a few minutes, she had fallen asleep. Who could blame her? She had had an awesome day.
Kyla stretched, and yawned. Suddenly, the truth dawned upon her. She WAS a star. Like the Jonas Brothers. Like Miley Cyrus. Like Christina Aguilera. The big excitement from yesterday built up, yet again, and she shrieked, screaming into her pillow, almost fainting from the thrill.
After her big, long, breathing techniques, she picked up her iPhone. 50 messages. 6 missed calls. She groaned. She deleted half the messages, all from crazy fans. How did they get her phone number anyways? Then, she skipped to the ones from her friend, and cousin: Lyra. They lived in separate houses, were three years apart in age, but were best friends, and almost lived in each other's homes.
Lyra had the most awesome brown hair with light brown and dark brown highlights, and beautiful green eyes. She was very attractive, though not as pretty as Kyla. She was a famous actress (though not as famous as Kyla) and her stage name was Larissa.
It read: No way! Cr8zy gr8t concert!
She smiled as she read her friend's text. Suddenly a new one came; from her cousin again.
Lyra: You were so great!
Kyla: I know!
Lyra: Way to be modest.
Kyla: I know!
Lyra: OK you're freakin me out
Kyla: I've g2g, someone is knocking at our door. BB
She shut off her phone. Who was knocking so early in the morning? Ughhh… She slipped on a blue qi pao (Chinese dress) and put up her hair quickly, washing her face as she did. Then she ran down the stairs and opened the door. A reporter stood at her door. He smiled graciously. After him, a line stretched a mile long full of reporters. Kyla gulped.
"Kaelyssa, Good Morning, we'd just love to ask some questions." He said.
Kyla thought. Oh god, this could get embarrassing. "Um…" she said, thinking up an excuse. "Oh my gosh! It's Vanessa Hudgens!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, pointing at the hills. "Quick she's running off! You won't catch her if you aren't fast enough!" The reporters quickly scattered in all directions, all hoping to get to "Vanessa" first, the fans following.
Wow. She thought as she closed the door. So, this is what it's like to be a star. She arched her eyebrow. All the more challenges. She loved challenges. Oh crap. She remembered. How was she supposed to go to her favorite coffee shop, or restaurant? She groaned, and decided, it was better to try first. She'd go to one of the most expensive restaurants she knew: Five Stars. Most of the people there were stars, even though a fifth of them were fans. It was probably better than McDonalds, though.
Yawning quietly, she opened her phone, and wrote to Lyra: U want 2 go 2 Five Stars w/t me? I need bodyguard.
Lyra: Are u kidding!? Coolest place in town! Duh I'm coming!
Kyla: ok I'll pick u up at 6 ok? Cul8er
Lyra: ok cu
Kyla smiled. She'd gotten her bodyguard, (and a pretty one at that) and she hoped she wouldn't get mobbed by fans or reporters. Well, considering Lyra was pretty famous too, they'd probably get mobbed even more. Oh well, atleast she had her friend and cousin with her.
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(I'm changing Joe's age to 18, ok? I think he's 19 right now… though I'm not sure.. hehe.)
Joe Jonas groaned as he looked at his watch. He was stuck in this stupid restaurant (Five Stars) for like four more hours until his dad stopped talking with the stupid business agreement. Kevin sat by his father, listening intently. His younger brother, Nick Jonas, looked at him with the same bored eyes. He leaned over in his chair, and asked," When do we get to leave, bro? I'm dying here. There're no cute girls, or people our age, except fans."
Joe rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it. I think we're gonna be here for four more hours. Let's just hope some cute girls step in."
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(This is like 30 min. before Joe said that.)
Kyla giggled as she talked to the chauffeur in the limousine. She was so new to all this "star" stuff, and the chauffeur wasn't used to her relaxed, fun way of talking to people, unlike the stars he was used to. Snobby, mean. Plus, she was rather pretty, in a natural way, of course. Not like the rest of the stars, who had had at least three nose jobs or something like that. He really hoped that she wouldn't change. She was such a nice girl, and the world would lose another innocent female if she was inspired by the rest of the "pop sensations".
As he pulled up to Lyra's house, she opened the door, and greeted him. "Hey, Mr. Uh…"
Kyla helped her. "Clark."
"Oh, hi, Mr. Clark! Lyra Bruiting. "Kaelyssa's" cousin." Lyra continued.
"Hey there! I'm a fan of your newest movie." He replied.
"Really? That's so cool! You know where we're going, right?" Lyra asked brightly.
"Yes, Five Stars, if I'm correct." He answered, and started the ignition.
Kyla grinned and told Lyra how excited she was about the restaurant and everything that was happening lately. "The first time I heard you sing, I knew you were destined for greatness." Lyra said; a smirk graced her beautiful features. "Awwww… that's so sweet." Kyla said, with a hint of sarcasticness in her tone. Lyra glared at her, turned her head away, and puckered her lips, creating a "pout" and not speaking to her for the rest of the ride. Kyla didn't really care that much, and looked out the window. Lyra was the kind of girl who would forget things sooooooooo easily.
When they had finally arrived at the restaurant, Kyla gasped. She'd never actually gone to the restaurant before, but it was beautiful. And when she stepped inside with Lyra on her arm, it was even more fantastic. Even though she was bombed by fans and Lyra with her own small group, they cleared quickly after she signed autographs, winked, and said she had to eat.
She and Lyra went to a booth, not caring about who sat next to them. Boy, would they care later.
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Nick looked over his shoulder and wolf-whistled quietly. "Joe, turn around. Hotties alert." Joe twisted around. They couldn't be that cute with Nick's judgment, but there weren't any other girls. He looked at them. HOLY cow. He averted his eyes quickly, a light blush staining his cheeks. He hoped the girls hadn't seen him, THEM, checking them out. Turning back to Nick, he said," Doesn't the Asian one seem similar?
Nick arched his eyebrow. "Not really. But… I think I know the brunette. Um... I think she's this hot new actress from Life's Chaotic. Her stage name's Larissa."
"I want to know who the Asian one is, though. She's cute." Joe answered.
"I'm not sure, actually. She might be her friend or something. But I'm definitely more interested in the brunette." Nick replied.
Just as the girls sat next to them (without even taking a glance at the boys), their dad asked them for some sort of opinion on a new deal. Joe and Nick groaned and turned their heads. Their dad looked at them sternly.
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After a few congratulations with some famous stars, (Miley Cyrus, Jason Dolley, the Sprouses, and Paris Hilton.) we finally got to eat our food in peace.
"You really are famous." Lyra whispered, as another fan came over for an autograph- this time for both of them.
"And you are too." Kyla whispered back, and smiled charmingly at the fan. He grinned and started blabbering about how he was such a fan, how he loved them so much, and the usual. After he finally drifted off, (because he had to exercise and walk back home. (he told them he was walking to his mother's.)) They were almost finished with their dinner, and after they finished, stepped into the limousine waiting for them.
"Had a nice dinner, I hope?" The chauffeur asked sweetly.
"Of course, Mr. Clark!" The two smiled in unison.
Soon they had arrived at home, and the two collapsed on the couch in Kyla's living room. Kyla grinned at Lyra. "You wanna stay for the night?" She asked hopefully.
"Well, if my mom says yes, alright. But I think she will say alright to the nation's next Christina Aguilera." Lyra smiled. Then she opened up her cell phone, phoned her mother, and handed the phone to Kyla. What?? She mouthed as the phone rang. Just talk to her. She mouthed back. Kyla frowned and stuck out her tongue at her. Suddenly, someone picked up.
"Hello? Mrs. Bruiting? I was wondering if Lyra could stay over tonight with me? I wanted her to hear some of my newest songs." She asked sweetly in an "innocent voice."
"Oh… well… of course, dear! You are a rising star of course. And my daughter is, too. Well, she can stay as long as she wants. Just by 2:00 PM tomorrow, ok?" Her mother replied, following with a "bye."
"YES!! I knew you could do it!" Lauren grinned enthusiastically.
"No thanks to you." Kyla replied dryly.
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After Joe and Nick finally got to turn around after the long, long, conversation, where they had mostly sat staring, the girls weren't there. "Crap," Joe muttered.
"I'm with you, bro." Nick mumbled. "But we probably wouldn't ever see them again."
"You're right… I guess."
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