This one is a little more interesting, cuzz Taylor Swift is in it;D And uhh, you get to meet my favorite character…. CHRISTIE! This one is for you Vanna!
"I'm done kids!" Mrs. Knight called out as I splashed water in Katie's face.
"Yay!" I smiled at Carlos who was bouncing at the idea of a new apartment.
"Come on kids! Let's go check it out," Mrs. Knight tossed me a towel as I got out of the pool.
"Sounds fun-," I began to say but was interrupted by Kelly's voice.
"Hey you guys. Gustavo wants you in the studio," Kelly motioned in front of her for the boys to start walking, "Oh, and Jenni, you see those girls over there," she pointed to a group of snobby looking girls drinking sodas, "Those are The Jennifers. You should meet them before you guys start working on music."
"Wait, I'm already in the band?" I felt my stomach do back flips.
"Yeah," Kelly pointed to them again as they walked up to the boys, a wind machine monitored by a little boy blowing their hair back.
I couldn't hear what they were saying to the boys, but from the way James was smirking, I could tell that they had just been rejected, but weren't planning to give up.
"I better introduce you to everyone anyways," Kelly shrugged and began pointing at people, starting with the guy with the guitar who had hit on me earlier, "that's Guitar Dude," she moved her hand to point at a girl with a purple dress who was talking to the boys, slapping Kendall quickly, before running away, "that's Camille. Resident method actress. She's probably in character. That's why she slapped Kendall."
"Slapping Kendall?" I crossed my arms and nodded approvingly, "I like her already."
"That's Tyler. You may have seen him in a few juice box commercials," she pointed to the boy beside the guys who was hiding in the trash can.
"He's in a trash can because…?" I raised an eyebrow.
"He just wants to be a kid," she shrugged.
"I see. I guess this whole fame thing can be hard," I shrugged and rubbed the back of my neck nervously, "I really don't know about…,"
"No time to change your mind," Kelly smiled, "I have to go and make over those boys," she pointed to the guys, "they are so not pop star material yet."
"I've known them for almost my whole life. I don't think they'll ever be pop star material," I shook my head.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what Gustavo can do," she winked and left.
I quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, putting my hair back into a ponytail, before walking up to the Jennifers.
"Uh, hi! I'm your new band member," I held out my hand.
"Hi new band member," one with curly black hair smiled and shook my hand, "I'm Jennifer, obviously."
"Hi, um, I'm Jennifer too," I bit back a smile.
The other two rolled their eyes and smiled at me.
"We actually call her Jeana," another one with black hair and pale skin shook my hand, "I'm J.C."
"Nice to meet you J.C, Jeana," I smiled meekly and looked at the third with blonde hair.
"Oh me? My turn?" she looked around, slightly dazed, "I'm Karla."
"May I ask why you guys are… called what you're called? I mean, whenever I hear about you guys you all are referred to as 'Jennifer'," I asked as I sat down with them.
"Oh. These nick names are kind of exclusive," Jeana shrugged, "the record company doesn't like them."
"Oh… alright," I raised an eyebrow.
"I'm called Jeana because I love to wear jeans," she explained.
I looked down at her skirt, compared to my saggy jeans.
"Again, the record company doesn't like us wearing jeans. Our careers are more important than keeping one thing we like," J.C seemed to be the one with all the answers, "I'm called J.C because my middle name is so memorable."
"What is it?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager to learn about them.
J.C blushed slightly, "Constantine-Clytemnestra," she murmured.
"I see," I laughed lightly, liking these girls, even though I had never even heard any of their music.
"And everyone calls me Karla because of my mother," she shrugged as if that was good enough of an explanation.
"Her mother meant to name her Karla, but the birth certificates got messed up," J.C interjected, "so everyone just calls her Karla."
I nodded, remembering how earlier I had thought they were snobby.
"Not to be rude Jen, but what are you wearing?" Jeana asked.
There was the slight snobby-ness.
"Oh, just some old jeans," I looked down at my clothes, slightly self conscious.
"We better snaz you up before you see the record company," Karla spoke as if the record company was their parents.
"Oh, wow, I don't know, maybe later-," I began.
"No, no, no," J.C shook her head, "it'll be fun. We can get to know each other."
I shrugged, trying my best not to look like I didn't want to go, because I didn't.
"Oh, please, please, please? Pretty please?" Karla pleaded like a little child wanting candy.
"Yeah! What she said," Jeana clasped her dark hands together, "you'll like it I promise!"
J.C raised an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.
"Maybe a few minor adjustments," I sighed, hoping I wouldn't regret it later.
"Yay!" J.C smiled and hopped up, smoothing out her white summer dress and grabbing my hand, "I know the perfect place to take you!"
I smiled, trying not to look too afraid.
"This is La Beauty," J.C smiled at the man behind the counter as she spoke to me, "this is where we get all of our makeup, outfits, and hair done."
"I always expected it would be in like the make-up department," I shrugged, taking in the salon as different stars and artists lounged around in pink chairs, waiting for their appointments.
"You would expect," Karla shrugged, "but you expected wrong."
"Sit, sit, sit," Jeana patted a pink chair in front of a mirror, "Cameron will be out shortly to do your hair."
"Oh, wow, thanks you guys this is a real treat," I smiled and sat down, turning to look at the person in the chair beside me.
"Oh hey Christie," Jeana smiled at the tall dirty blonde haired girl beside me, "didn't see you there."
"Of course, of course Jeana," Christie stuck her tongue out at my new friend, "who's the pretty girl here?" she raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"I'm Jen," I held out my hand.
Christie made a loud "pft" noise, "Well of course you are," she shook my hand, "You are hanging out with the Jennifers," she mock gasped.
"Thank you Christie," J.C rolled her eyes, "that's enough comedy for today."
"Blah, blah, blah," she looked up happily, "whatever. Taylor likes my comedy, don't you Taylor?" she turned her head over to look at the lighter blonde haired girl who was looking down at her magazine.
"Mhm, sure Christie," Taylor looked up from her magazine, "just leave them alone. You can bug them when they come over for the party," she smiled at me as I gasped, "I'm Taylor. Taylor Swift," she reached over Christie to shake my hand.
"Wow! You're Taylor Swift! I'm a huge fan!" I smiled, glad I had come. I was meeting Taylor Swift!
"Yeah. She's the one who always gets the fans," Christie sighed dreamily, "I'm just the best friend that tags along."
"Aw, it's ok Chris," Karla patted her arm.
"It's whatever," Christie smiled again, "hey! Look! It's Cameron," she pointed at a dark haired woman that was coming over to us.
"Yay! Now we can transform you!" Jeana clapped and jumper eagerly.
"Woah, woah, transform me? I thought we were making minor-," I began but got a glaring look from the 5 other girls.
"You guys want to come with while we transform our new Jennifer?" J.C asked as she patted my stiff shoulders.
"I actually have to work on a new song," Taylor shrugged, "sorry."
"Yeah and I have to… follow her around and check out the hot guys she's writing the songs about," Christie pointed a thumb at her best friend.
"But we'll catch up with you guys later," Taylor smiled a charming smile, "maybe we should exchange numbers Jen."
"Sure," I handed her my blackberry, "it was nice meeting you."
"You too. You should come by my house for the party Friday," Taylor handed me back the phone, "and bring some cute guys. We're having a small get together," she winked and got up from her chair.
"Nice meeting you Christie," I waved at the two as they left, keeping my composure but screaming inside. I had just met Taylor Swift and now I have her phone number!
"Those two are so nice," Cameron smiled as she walked over to my seat, "I'm Cameron; I'll be your consultant slash magician."
"Thank you…?" did I really need a makeover that badly?
"It's ok. When I'm done with you, you'll up shine ol' Taylor out there," she had me tilt my head back as I thought I doubt that, not even a magician could do that.