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Sarah: okay, i love singing, but i don't know how to use YouTube

Caity: i know. wanna watch me do it?

Sarah: sure thing!

Matt: Sarah, can we have a minute? i wanna talk

Sarah: about?

Matt: not here.

Caity: Sarah, are you even listening?

Me: well, Matt is hitting on Sarah

Caity: Ugh! he is such a jerk.

Matt: i know, and that's why the ladies love me

Me: okay, no jerks allowed here.

Sarah: come on girls! i like him too

All: Aww!

Caity: Matt, you better not screw this up. (pointing to me) she doesn't own Camp Rock. but i own Matt's ass!

Matt: Caity. . .

Me: oh oh!

Chapter 7

As we stared at Mrs. Smith, we both felt the excitement begin to intensify. She was trying to get through to one of the managers. Eventually, she was connected to the CEO. He was in a meeting with some artistes. He however turned on the webcam.

"Hello Mrs. Smith. Looking beautiful as always. I heard that you have some news for me."

"Yes, great news, actually. You sent a request to two of my students who you are interested in signing to your label."

"Yes, I remember. They are greatly talented. It would be an honor to meet them."

"Well, the honor is granted. They are here, personally. They would like to talk to you."

"Really?"

"Yes. Really. Girls . . . say hello."

"Hello Sir," Caitlyn and I chorused smiling happily.

"Hello Caitlyn and Sarah. How are you doing? It's an honor to finally meet you."

"We are fine." Caitlyn went on after that, "We apologize for taking time to think on your offer."

"It's okay," he said. "You can call me Bradshaw."

"Mr. Bradshaw, my friend and I understand that it's your first time signing someone from Africa."

"And I intend to sign many more if I can," Mr. Bradshaw replied. I smiled. "We saw your YouTube videos and we were clearly impressed. I am surprised you aren't even signed to a label."

"Here we are underage, it's a little complicated." I spoke up for the first time.

"Okay, which of you are Sarah, and Caitlyn?"

"She is Caitlyn. I am Sarah."

"So, have you chosen which label you want to get signed to?"

"Yours."

"That is a good choice. I am sure you are aware of the fact that we sign mostly young people, roughly your age. You have made a wise option. We will send someone as soon as possible. No, in fact, I will personally come there and start the process of bringing the two of you to here, along with your families."

"That would be lovely," Caitlyn and I said together as if we had rehearsed the reply.

"So, let me get my agent on the phone. Expect me next week. On Monday. Is that okay?"

"Yes it is. We will be waiting," Mrs. Smith said, speaking up for the first time in a while. "I will pick you up from EIA myself. You make the necessary arrangements, and you can call me to finalize the details as soon as possible. Are you bringing an entourage?"

Mr. Bradshaw laughed gently before he went ahead to finalize the details, then he said goodbye and then with a ping, he was gone. Caitlyn and I looked at each other when it was over. We had just made the first step into our dream.

A week ago, when Mrs. Smith told my best friend and I that we had to choose the Record label we wanted to get signed to, we had instantly decided on Hollywood Records. There was nothing much to think about, but we went through the emails again.

When I told my family about this, they were very happy about it. They were amazed that I had gotten those many offers.

When Caitlyn and I went online to check our YouTube, we were surprised at the views. They had increased and had reached a million. A million? How was that even possible? Apparently, word had gotten out about two "little girls in Africa who were stirring the USA with their raw talent." A number of young celebrities had something to say about us, even the Connect 3 guys. Yes, the C3 had said that they hoped we could be signed to their label.

As the views grew, so did the stories. Caitlyn's mum had said that her YouTube was blowing with questions about us. She had received numerous phone calls and had agreed to be our manager if we came to the States. This news was amazing.

When we accepted Hollywood's two year contract to sign us to them, the news somehow leaked. Meanwhile, our own press was not even aware till when the CEO of Hollywood Records was about to leave the country. We were due to leave Kenya in January, once I got my work permit and my passport, visa and all the paperwork necessary for the transition. My family was also coming to the States for a while before I settled in. My mother was not sure if she wanted to quit her job, and dad was still not sure if they could leave the family business and his practice like that. So they agreed to take a three month leave for my sake.

As we waited for the paper work to be completed, Caitlyn and I left for Mombasa for the fully paid trip we had gotten from the competition. However, soon enough the two-week getaway was over and we came back with our parents. Caitlyn's parents jetted in a week to Christmas, and once again, we spent Christmas together.

Caitlyn and I had gone swimming at Sirikwa Hotel and as we had fun, we talked about random stuff till when Caitlyn decided to broach the story about Matt, her cousin.

"So, Matt likes you, huh?"

"What makes you think so? He only looks at me when he sees me at P.E or Games."

"He has reason. You hide the curves under piles of clothes."

"Ha-ha, I am just fat, not curvy. And he is a pervert."

"Why would you say you are fat? You have a full African woman's figure which is completely enviable."

"Ha-ha, I never get fitting jeans. The derriere is always too tiny."

Caitlyn laughed at my story. It was true. I had a problem fitting into trousers. Shorts and skirts were the easiest things to wear. Sometimes, wearing dresses was awful, because my bust seemed to be intent on spilling out.

"Soon, you will be wearing custom made jeans which are high waist. They will fit perfectly."

"So looking forward to that," I sighed. I thought about Matt and shook my head, trying to clear it. This was funny, he was funny. We had run into each other at Caity's but he hadn't said much. I had clearly given up. So I didn't understand how Caity could see the liking, coz I couldn't.

"Loosen up!" Caity said, dragging me into the pool. "Hollywood won't be this much fun."

"I thought 90210 showed the happy L.A. story."

"Well, news flash, they are acting. My mum told me what the label has already planned. But I will tell if you loosen up and enjoy the water."

"Fine," I said, getting into the water and joining the fun.

As New Year dawned upon us, we received a video call from the most unlikely people. Caitlyn was checking our YouTube and uploading new stuff when she got a video call request from a KeJoNiBo character. She pointed it out and I laughed, saying it was just some random Nigerian or something. Of late, we had been getting video chat invites from people we didn't know. Some of them were paparazzi. Good thing Mr. Bradshaw and Mrs. Smith had warned us before.

Caitlyn accidentally clicked on it and came face to face with a guy hanging out with his brothers. I was too busy making funny irritating noises of songs and beat boxing as I tried to read a novel.

"Umm, Sarah, you might want to stop that and get here." Caitlyn said as she stared at the computer.

"Hakuuuuuuuna. Siwezi kuja juu yaaaaaaaaako." (No, I can't come just for your sake)

"Hi Caitlyn. How's the holiday?"

"Hi Nate. It's pretty okay. Are those your brothers?"

"Caitlyn, stop talking to strangers. Strangers are strange," I said as I woke up from her bed and plugged in her earphones into her IPod. I then proceeded to press play and You Found Me by Kelly Clarkson floated through into my ears. Then I started to dance around, in complete oblivion. I loved this song, and it gave me goose bumps. As I lip-synched her, I turned and saw that Caitlyn had moved a little to the side and was watching me dance, and so were the people at the other end of the screen. I raced to her dressing table, grabbed my glasses and shoved them up my nose.

It was then that I saw who the people at the screen were. Connect 3. They had seen and heard me singing along to the song. The next song playing was' Hello Beautiful', which was theirs. As I pulled out the earphones, Shane said, "hello beautiful."

I looked from him and his brothers, to Caitlyn. Oh no. Busted.

"What were you listening to?" Jason asked.

"Shane's pick-up line."

"Ouch!" the three guys and Caitlyn burst into laughter. I, however, wasn't amused.

So, what do you guys think about this chapter?

Sorry i didn't update sooner. i have been exhausted, partly due to fasting, and also because i have been having some time off reading fanfics in Wattpad. weird but i have found some hard-to-put-down stories that are still in progress. i was busy getting a little new stuff to add in the sequel. Spoiler alert-it has One Direction in it! Yipee!

that's as far as i am willing to let out.

also, i started working on a Luke Williams story. i don't know if anyone has written about him, but i am willing to try. will post the first chapters soon.

Don't forget to leave a review. any ideas are welcome. i have already written this story but i don't mind editing it to include a few more ideas where necessary.