Thank you so much for all your support guys!

Don't own Kickin It, don't own these songs.

Kim's P.O.V (y'know what it's probably going to be her all the way through xD)

"Okay, let's check our new requests," Jack says, booting up Eddie's computer. It's been three days now and we've been flooded with emails from family members and classmates talking about us. YouTube pops up in our account on the computer screen and he jumps back. "Whoa!"

I come over to sit beside him. There are about six hundred notifications, all of them comments on either Ignorance or our introductory video.

Jack clicks on our 'This Is Us' video and scrolls through the comments. He sits back slightly and gestures to the screen. "You pick, Kim."

"Gladly!" I joke and move nearer the screen.

Ignorance and The Only Exception are so different but so amazing.

Jack is hot.

Milton is cute.

More songs, more songs!

Could you do some rap?

Some bubblegum pop?

For your next song, could you do some metal?

A cover of Katy Perry's I Kissed A Girl?

Something caught my eye.

"'Some punchy pop would be nice'," I read aloud, "requested by KarateGirl77." (look, here you are!)

"Pop," Jack echoes. "I don't really write pop. I write rock. And sometimes ballads."

"Ballads?" laughs Jerry.

"Hey, The Only Exception is the reason we're so popular right now," Jack defends, and I smile.

"True, true," I say. I stand up. "Well, it's a good thing you don't have anything Jack, because I do."

"You got sheet music?" Jack challenges.

"Yes."

"Let's do it!"

I'm in a pink flowery top and skinny blue jeans, and my blonde hair is straightened. Gold hoops adorn my ears. We all set up the instruments and microphone and camera and I take a deep breath. "Another song coming right up!"

"Hi!" I smile at the camera. "This is for KarateGirl77, and I wrote this, not Jack, this time."

Mama Do by Pixie Lott (don't own this. The reason I picked this is because I can totally see Kim singing this)

Every night I go
Every night I go sneaking out the door
I lie a little more, baby I'm helpless

There's something 'bout the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me

What would my mama do
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
If she knew 'bout me and you?
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
What would my daddy say
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
If he saw me hurt this way?
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)

Why should I feel ashamed?
Feeling guilty at the mention of your name
Here we are again
It's nearly perfect

What would my mama do
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
If she knew 'bout me and you?
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
What would my daddy say
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
If he saw me hurt this way?
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)

What would my mama do
(Oh Oh)

What would my daddy say

All the things a girl should know
Are the things she can't control
All the things a girl should know
She can't control

What would my mama do
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
If she knew 'bout me and you
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
What would my daddy say
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
If he saw me hurt this way
(Uh Oh Uh Oh)
Uh Oh Uh Oh
Uh Oh Uh Oh
Uh Oh Uh Oh.

I smile at the camera before turning it off.

"Per - fect," Jack says, making an 'O' shape with his fingers.

I giggle. "That song was just - " I do a little dance. "Ah! I'm so hyped up right now!"

"Well," Milton says, "let's upload it and see what the results are."

We make our way back upstairs when the letterbox bangs. I frown. Huh. The post doesn't normally come this late.

I go to check and grab the white envelope off the doormat. I walk through to the kitchen, where Jack, Milton and Jerry are engrossed in uploading the video while Eddie is getting a snack.

I take a look at who the letter is addressed to and very nearly drop it.

"Guys," I squeak.

Jack looks round. "Yeah?"

I show them the envelope and they rush for it. Jerry actually jumps and slides on his stomach across the breakfast bar.

"'The Warriors, *blahblahblah don't know Eddie's address and can't be bothered to make one up*, Seaford'," I read out shakily.

"Open it, open it, open it!" Eddie chants, slopping banana milkshake everywhere.

I slide a thumb under the flap and flip open the top, pulling out a sheet of white paper with black type on it.

Dear Kim, Jack, Jerry, Eddie and Milton (The Warriors),

This is Ron Morgan, secretary for Dazed, the world's biggest alternative record company. We managed to find your bandmate Eddie's address online out of sheer luck.

We would like to offer you a six-album recording contract. Please come to the following address to read over the contract and sign.

Yours sincerely,

Ron Morgan

Dazed.

"OH MY GOD!" I shriek. I begin dancing around Eddie's kitchen like a lunatic. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"

The boys read it one at a time and begin dancing and bouncing like hyperactive bunnies as well. Jack starts roaring "WE DID IT! WE DID IT!" at the ceiling.

"We really did it!" I murmur in shock once the bouncing has worn off. "We've been offered a record deal!"

Jack picks me up and hugs me. "Thank you for convincing me to join the band! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"No problem," I laugh. "We couldn't have done it without you."

So yeah, I know this is short, but you'll be getting the next chapter soon.

So WHADDYA THINK?! :D