Untitled Chapter 2

The next day, Harold came up to Helga and said, while eating a Mr. Fudgee, "Hey, Helga. Why weren't you at Gerald Feild for practice yesterday?"

"I...uh...I was um...." Helga said trying to come up with something fast. "What's it to you, anyway, Pink boy??"

"Geez, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed." Helga gave him a glare and walked off knocking everyone out of the way to get to class.

"Hey, Helga" Phoebe came running toward her waving a paperin teh air.

"Hear what?" questioned Helga, in the most enthusiastic voice she could.

"There's going to be a karaoke club opening up this friday.And the opening night is specifically for kids under 16." Hegla's eyes opened wide, thinking, "She knows."

"Uh, so? Why would I care?" Helga responded nonchalantly.

"No! Look!." Phoebe gave her the paper. "Look who'll be there! The youngest, yet best singer in the town....." Helga's mind made it sound like "Helga Potaki, because for soem reaosn what had happened last night bothered her and she really wans't sure if she wanted anyone to know. Probably because it really wasn't expected of her."

"What?" Helga asked for reassurance.

"Helena Polson." Phoebe repeated.

"Oh..yeah. Yeah, I guess she's alright." Helga said in her dull voice.

"Alright?! She's my idol. She's our age, yet sings like an angel. Know what I'd give to be able to sing like her?"

"Why? Singing no big deal. Besides, you're good at everything else....Why sing?" Phoebe sighed.

"You wouldn't understand."

At lunch that day, she spotted Arnold eating his lunch. She ducked behind the garbage can. "Oh, Arnold. If I only had the guts, I'd sing to you. For it's you who has inspired me to sing in teh fist place. And......Wait a minute!..." Helga saw Arnold handing Gerald a small, square package under the table. helga once again, got that suspitious feeling again. "What's going on here?" She thought. Gerald walked over to Sid and handed him the package. That did it. helga was determined to find out what's up.

On the way home, she followed Arnold, Gerald, and now, Sid. And once again, they al headed to her next door neighbor's house. This time, she made it home before they even got there. But wans't that far ahead. they rang the dorrbell, but Helga didn't hear a bell, and all three of them walked in. Helga was about to walk outside until once she got to the door, the knob turned and in came a shadow. She backed away and saw this tall man walk in. Someone she had never seen before. But once again, it was a false alert, because before she could say something, Olga came running and threw her arms around him shouting "Brian!" Helga realy didn't care anymore who he was since Olga knew him. That's ok, bcause neither of them noticed her either.

Helga walked outside and saw Sid run out of the house. He didn't stop, just kept running. Helga watched him ad wondered where the other two were. She walked closer to the house and all she heard was silence. She heard a dorr slam. As a reflex, she turned around to see it was her door. Then when she turned around again, the next door's door was opened. And as she searched for Arnold, she saw Gerald running the same way Sid was. Helga, puzzled, watched the door for Arnold. Once again, nothing. Then, all of a sudden she heard music. But it wasn't from her house. It was from the neighbor's house. Then, she heard a noise coming from the house; not music. The music had stopped. It sounded like horse hoves. She then saw Arnold running out of the house 30 seconds after that too. Te door closed, but Hlga couldn't see anyone, let alone anything, in the house. It was too dark.

Helga went back into her house and OF COURSE Olga spotted her as she was talking to Brian. Helga tried to pass her by in fear of what was aout to come next.

"Oh, here she is." Olga told Brian. "Why don't we show Brian what a great voice you have?"

"I rather not." Helga responded coldly.

"I'd really like to hear your voice. From what Olga tells me, you could be the next Helena Polson." Brian said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't think I wanna sing anymore. I mean, What's so special about it anyway?"

"Oh, but Helga. Singing is a rare and wonderful gift. Only a few people in the world are REALL gifted with the talent to sing. Come on, no one's around. Jus for fun, huh?" Helga sighed.

"Oh, alright." Brian and Olga exchanged smiles. Olga went to the piano and helga stood near-by. Helga picked up the lyrics and sang. But she didn't sound like she did the other night. She wasn't trying.

"Come on, Helga. Like you did last night. Picture something that makes you happy and just let your voice do all the work. Now try again." Olga began to play again. Brian listened attentively. Helga closed her eyes, took a deep breath and looked down at her music, picturing Arnold. She got that strange, yet relaxing feeling again as she sang every note. With a smile on her face she started to forge about anything she was worried about and was having fun. She really did love to sing. As she stopped, she looked at Brian and she noticed he was writing on a peice of paper.

"Watcha got there?" asked Helga.

"Oooh, nothing. Just a few notes."

"Notes, huh? Can I see?"

"If you really want." Helga read it, but he had scratchy handwriting. She did manage to read "beautiful projection and enthusiasium.......rating: 15" Helga handed the paper back.

"Brian's an agent." said Olga.

"What? Like an F.B.I. agent?"

"Not exactly, though I do admire their work." Brian said with a manly giggle. "I'm an agent for Kathy Records. And I'd be honored if I could be your agent. You truely have a gift. And from what I see, you know it too." Helga was speechless. "Well, you thing about it, I'll be back in afew days or you can give me a call. here's my card." Brian handed Helga a card and walked out the door.

That night Helga wrote in her diary. She didn't know what to do about eitehr situation. She loved to sing, she had discovered that, but wasn't sure if she wanted the world to know. Could she handle the pressure? What would she friends say about her? I mena, singing isn't exactly her nature. And what about Anold and the other two. That the HECK are they doing, coming next door, almost every day??

Right before Helga went to bed, Olga came in and thought she'd have a big sister talk with Helga about Brian's offer. Were they actualy starting to get along? For some reason, Olga told Helga not to take Brian's offer, maybe not in those exat words, but she was hinting at it

"Are you going to except Brian as your agent?" Olga asked.

"I really don't know what to do."

Well, it is a tough job. If you were to become a singer, it's a lot of work and you'll have to make a lot of sacrafises. And if you do make it, no one knows how long it'll last and you don't wanna get your hopes up....." Olga realized how Helga was turning away like, she did't wanna hear, nor expect to hear this from her. "......Listen to me, baby sister. You like to sing, then I have faith in you. Singing is god's gift to you, and what you do with it, is your gift back to him."

"Thanx, Olga." Helga smiled at Olga and Olga returned the smile. var yvnContents='http://us.toto.geo.yahoo.com/toto?s=76001074geovisit();