DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Justin Bieber or Interscope CherryTree Records!

A/N: He will come back in the next chapter, don't worry! I also LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the reviews I'm getting! You guys are awesome, and I'm glad you like my story! Also, I did NaNoWriMo this past month, and I'm thinking of letting CreateSpace publish it (I won the Youth one!)... Would anyone be interested? And, if you realize, I'm KINDA using Chantelle Paige's way of getting famous. She's an amazing singer/songwriter, so check her out! Also, if anyone's interested, I'll PM you my link to MY MySpace Artist Page because later on I might use one of my own songs so you can hear it live (it might be horrible though... I don't think I'm that good at singing...) In the next chapter, and every five after, I will answer reviews. So, review and check for my reply :D! THANKS AGAIN FOR READING!

I groaned at the alarm on my phone. It was that annoying beep that was really high pitch. It was definitely not a nice sound to wake up to. I rolled over a couple of times and hit the side button.

"Sydney!"

I groaned once more. Not now, I thought as I rolled once more. Suddenly a crash happened as I fell onto the floor by my chair.

"Ow," I groaned. My hand went to my head. I pushed myself up and walked into the kitchen. The lights, thankfully, barely hurt my eyes today. "What?"

"Silence your goddamn phone before I turn it off," Mom threatened. I knew it was an empty threat though.

"Why?"

Mom snapped, "Since five o'clock this morning, it's been going off with texts and people calling! What's going on?"

"It was probably just the alarm, Mom," I replied unemotionally as I reached for a bowl. I needed my sugar intake now.

"No, it's not. I checked. Who the hell is Clinton Sparks and RedOne?"

Right when Mom said that, my hand was holding the bowl. It dropped as I heard those names.

I stuttered, "Di—did you just say Clinton Sp—sparks and R—RedOne?"

"Yes! They were ones that called you earlier, and I wanna know what's going on," Mom snapped.

I gulped. "I have to check MySpace," I murmured as I ran for my computer. My computer, thankfully, seemed to boot up quickly. I punched in my password and waited for my name to load. I sighed impatiently and flipped my hair out of my eye. It had recently begun to get in my eyes frequently, and it bugged me a lot of the time.

Thankfully, my name loaded soon after. I was soon punching in my email and password into the log-in page. I groaned at the loading bar. It seemed it was going to take forever… I ran back into the kitchen and grabbed a Twix to snack on while waiting on the slow computer.

When I walked back in, I noticed new friend requests. Shrugging, I clicked and the page immediately loaded up.

"Mom!"

My mom yelled back, "What?"

I was pretty sure my brown eyes had fallen out of my skull. There was what looked like thousands upon thousands of friend requests. How could this have happened?

"I—nothing," I said finally. I shook my head and just clicked them all at once and accepted. It's not like I was hurting at all by adding one over the other. When I was about to log out, I noticed new messages in my inbox, too. I sighed and clicked it.

I'm pretty sure my eyes were about ready to literally fall out of my skull. There were almost as many messages in my inbox as there were friend requests. My breathing began to quicken and I tried to give myself something to keep myself from passing out.

I was MySpace famous?

How could this have happened? My eyes blinked many times as I tried to keep myself from jumping up and down. 'I have to be dreaming,' I thought as I walked back into the kitchen. I was pretty sure I was walking like a zombie though.

"What's wrong, Sydney?"

I shook my head at my mom and grabbed another Twix. Then, I decided I wanted a few more to snack on and ended up grabbing three more. What? They're delicious!

I went through my morning routine like a zombie. How was I going to get through all those messages? It was like asking a person to find a needle in a hay stack! I rolled my brown eyes and finished off my Pepsi I had just grabbed. I was probably also gaining twenty pounds because of my breakfast.

Suddenly, my everyday routine was interrupted once more. Mom and I turned as we heard a knock at the front door.

A pregnant silence ensued between the knock and our reply. Finally, Mom broke the silence and asked, "Who is it?"

"Hi, I'm David, and I am an A&R for Interscope CherryTree Records. I'd like to talk with Sydney about a possible career in music," the person replied from beyond the door. My eyes widened once more. There seemed to be a lot of eyes widening this morning. I looked at Mom. She seemed to be seething at the mouth as she thought over what he had said. So, she must have figured out what was going on, then.

"Sure," I called out. I was not going to let Mom ruin my shot at getting a record deal with one of Universal Record's record companies. Was she insane?

I walked over and opened the door for David. He looked to be a middle-age man with a little graying in his head, but generally looked good for his age. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. I was pretty sure he wasn't expecting someone so young like I was. I led him to the living room and sat him down. Mom sat down in a chair to the side of him, and I sat down on the floor in front of him. It was good the floor was carpet, though.

"So, you wanted to talk about my daughter?" My mom looked almost ready to kill someone. Or hurt something. One of the two, though. Though, that was generally her personality. I knew I should have told her about what I was doing yesterday while she was at work.

"Yes. I am one of the many A&R people of Interscope CherryTree Records. We heard of your daughter through the sudden jolt of views her page generated throughout the day yesterday. When we checked out her demo song on her song player, we knew we wanted her on the label. While many were contacting her, we tried our own and added and messaged you, but we're sure you won't be getting through those for some time," David said. My eyebrow rose. They wanted me on their record label? Why? I voiced my question. At first, he looked a little shocked at the question, but replied nonetheless, "Well, you are extremely talented for your age. Interscope is the biggest label for genres ranging from hip-hop to hard rock. You fit in well with our label because you seem to like to straddle the line between hip-hop and pop and go into the rock genre. We're sure you'd do well with us guiding you as well."

"What's the catch?" I glared at Mom. That was such a clichéd question. But, there was always a catch.

David replied, "What could be more important than your daughter pursuing a possible successful career?"

I rolled my eyes. That had to be the cheesiest response ever. I stood up. I liked the label, but I needed to think things over before agreeing too soon. Besides, I didn't need to look like I wanted this opportunity.

I said finally, "My mom and I thank you for you voicing your side, and we will call you once I decide. Do you have a number I could call?"

David nodded and handed me a card. It had to be the plainest card I had ever seen. It was plain white with just his name and number printed on it in a boring font. When he left through the front door, I turned toward my mom.

"We will talk about this later," Mom said through clenched teeth and she headed toward the bathroom. I could tell she was frazzled by what just happened. But, in all honesty, I was too.

This had to be my lucky day.