Chapter 3
"Oh my Gosh!" a girl squealed right in front of me. I noticed she was staring at the photo in my hands.
"Can I help you?" I asked not to sound rude.
"Where did you get that?!" again, she squealed. God! She's getting in my nerves. And great, because of her piercing and nauseating yelp, everyone was curious and stated to envelop me! Argh!
"What is wrong with you people? So what? These are pictures of four hot guys I saw in the streets. And they just happen to---"
"They're McFly!" someone cut me off.
McWhat?
"Huh?" I mumbled. What are they talking about? Suddenly, my phone rang. Oh yes! Great timing! I hurriedly rushed out of the lounge to answer my phone.
"Elo?" I tried to sound British. I've always wanted to sound one but my American twang keeps getting in the way.
"Seriously, you've got to stop doing that." It was Abby on the other line.
"I know. Haha. So what's up? Did ya finish your designs? Can I see? Please, please?" I talked.
"Yeah, I did. And sure, you can see it tonight. And Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I had to position my phone away from my ear 'coz she started screaming. And trust me, it was deafening!
"Abby!" I yelled.
"Sorry. Anyway, remember the guys yesterday? The one I wanted you to meet?" She started and the moments in the lounge came flashing in my head.
"Wait, are they some sort of celebrity or something?" I had to ask.
"Are you kidding? Don't tell me you don't know!"
"Really, I don't."
"Yes, they are celebrities! They're MCFLY!"
"So that's why they're screaming like crazy." I said to myself loud enough for Abby to hear.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing. Sooo… What about them?"
"They want you to shoot photos of them for their album cover!" Abby again screamed, and I did the same thing when she screamed earlier.
"Abby! Stop screaming! Now, could you say that again? Gently this time."
"They want you to shoot photos of them for their album cover." My heart nearly stopped when I heard this. They're the band Mr. Paige was talking about! How could I be so stupid? Of course I've seen them before! I remember now. I saw them on TV once and sure, they were great. But I don't think I could handle this task. For Christ's sake, I'm an amateur photographer! But I remember what Mr. Paige told me; I couldn't graduate if I don't nail this. Damn.
"Angie?"
"Abs, I gotta go." I quickly hung up and hurried to the dorm.
Half of me, well, wanted to be myself. Wanted to stay at school or at the dorm and sleep. Yeah, be lazy. And half of me wanted to do it. I mean this is a great deal! Every girl wants to be in my position, I can tell. I think. And this doesn't come everyday.
I reached my room and lay in my bed. I closed my eyes and started to sink into a deep sleep.
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