AUHOR'S NOTE: I'm enjoying writing this so far.
Calvin was sitting in the living room coming up with new ideas for Mason's contest entry. Suddenly, Brad approached him. "Where's Mason?" Brad asked.
"Upstairs getting ready." Calvin answered. "I've got some interview questions for you." Calvin said, handing the paper to Brad.
"What's your name? What's your favorite color? How old are you?" Brad read out loud, obviously unsatisfied with the questions.
"The last one is my most favorite." Calvin said, grinning and oblivious to Brad's unsatisfactory remark.
"These are really good questions, Mr. Livingston." Brad lied. "But you know, there are some other ways we can do this and that's...."Brad was cut off by Mason, who suddenly entered the room.
"I'm a rock star!" Mason exclaimed, totally interrupting Brad.
"You look awesome, Mason!" Brad exclaimed. Then turning to Calvin. "So I was thinking we make a music video of Mason singing an original Tejano song he wrote and shooting the video right outside in our mini-Texas territory."
What Brad just said made Calvin somewhat confused. "We don't have a mini-Texas territory." Calvin said. "And what about my questions?"
"Questions aren't really..."Brad was cut off by Mason, who stated his harshly-honest opinion.
"They're boring!" Mason exclaimed.
"Boring?" Calvin asked, obviously hurt.
"Mr. Livingston, if Mason wants to win this thing, we have to make something big! Something awesome! Something cultural! Something that will make his singing skills look professional!" Brad said.
"Okay Brad, what would you suggest?" Calvin asked, really sounding hurt.
"I think we need to shoot a Ricky-Martin like music video." Brad said. Mason grinned, approaching Brad and patting him on his shoulder.
"You are way too cool to be Chelsea's friend." Mason told him.