-Chapter 6-

"Just tell me where we're going!" Maya whined.

"I have to meet someone," I said.

"Who?" asked Maya.

"You'll see," I said. I was getting annoyed, but then again, when didn't she annoy me?

"Where are we meeting this person?" she asked.

"Here." I stopped outside a coffee shop. We walked inside. Maya instantly saw who I was meeting and freaked out.

"NICOLAS!" Maya screamed. She dashed off to the table that he was sitting at. I rolled my eyes and followed her.

"Hey, Maya," Nicolas said. "Good to see you!"

"It's good to see you, too," she replied cheerfully.

"Hey, Selena," he began, turning towards me. "I've got it all set up. They'd be happy to have you sing in the next contest. They even have a back-up band and everything! You just teach them your song, and they'll play it so you can focus on the singing part."

"Cool," I replied, concealing my excitement.

Maya was obviously getting jealous. "So, Nicolas, whatcha been up to since we last met?" Maya asked, changing the subject.

Nicolas told Maya everything he'd already told me, so I stopped listening. Then, Maya got on some long rant about contests. It all sounded so girly the way she described it.

"So, what Pokemon are you entering with?" Maya asked.

"Arcanine, for both rounds," Nicolas replied.

"I didn't know you had an arcanine," said Maya.

"That's because you haven't met my Pokemon before," said Nicolas.

"I'm going to get a drink," Maya announced.

"I'll alert the media," I muttered.

"Oh, please do," responded Maya. "They deserve to know." Maya walked up to the counter to get her drink.

"So, you need to think about a song," said Nicolas. "Are you going to sing the one you sang to me the other day?"

"No, for this I'd like to sing something edgier than that little country song I sang to you," I answered. I wanted to sing rock for this contest to shake it of it's feet. Something different than those girly little stunts Maya described.

"But still about Maya?" Nicolas asked.

"Yep." I looked over at Maya.

"Non-fat, sugar-free mochaccino," Maya told the boy at the register.

"Yes, ma'am, it'll be ready in a minute," the boy said. "Here's the receipt-"

"Give it to me now, you can keep the receipt," demanded Maya.

I thought about the words. Non-fat, sugar-free mochaccino, she says give it to me now, you can keep the receipt. Those might make good lyrics in the new song.

"I'm getting an idea for the song as we speak," I told Nicolas.

"Great," he said. "I can't wait to see you preform it! The contest is on Saturday."

"We'll be there," Maya said, coming back with her drink.

"Yeah," I added nonchalantly.

-End of Chapter 6-