Author's Note: I don't own any characters or anything that seems familliar!
14 year old Lizzie McGuire sighed. She had written a song, and she couldn't get a note right. She shut her notebook, and laid down on her bed, thinking about stardom.
She'd always wanted to be a diva. You know, the girl who was in every magazine, had tons of fansites online, and was just plain idolized. She'd never told her best friends, Miranda Sanchez, or David "Gordo" Gordon this, because they would probably laugh. Not because it was stupid, but because Miranda was the diva in their group, Gordo was the smart one, and Lizzie was the...Lizzie of the group.
She thought back to the time when she was friends with her now arch enemy, Kate. Even though she hated to admit it, she liked being friends with Kate. Kate accepted her singing, and they'd even been in a band together. But that was long gone.
All of a sudden, breaking her thoughts, their was a knock at Lizzie's bedroom door. "What?" Lizzie asked.
"Dinner time." It was Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom.
"Be down in a minute!" Lizzie replied.
She waited until she heard her mom leave, and then got up. Lizzie washed her hands, and then went downstairs. They were having chicken. Lizzie hated chicken.
"I went out to McDonalds and got you a Big Mac." Mrs. McGuire said.
"Thanks." Lizzie replied, hugging her mom.
"No fair!" Matt, Lizzie's brother said.
"Matt. Be quiet. Eat." Sam McGuire, her dad said.
"Yeah, maggot." Lizzie added.
Her parents gave her the "don't even start." look.
After Lizzie was finished, she went upstairs, and opened her magazine. She flipped aimlessly through, and then saw an ad. It said...
"Have dreams of being a superstar? Send in a tape of your voice. and a picture to Hip Records, a new recording agency, and you could be on your way."
It went on to say you must be 13, have parental permission, and it said some other stuff about the address and stuff.
Lizzie went downstairs, and showed her mom the ad. "I'll think about it." She said. That meant that her mom would need to talk it over with her dad, and she'd either have permission or not by tomorrow, after school.
Lizzie went upstairs, and got into her pajamas. As she fell asleep, she thought of which song she should sing, and which picture she'd send in. She could already see herself, on a stage, singing, with tons of fans.
What a great feeling!
14 year old Lizzie McGuire sighed. She had written a song, and she couldn't get a note right. She shut her notebook, and laid down on her bed, thinking about stardom.
She'd always wanted to be a diva. You know, the girl who was in every magazine, had tons of fansites online, and was just plain idolized. She'd never told her best friends, Miranda Sanchez, or David "Gordo" Gordon this, because they would probably laugh. Not because it was stupid, but because Miranda was the diva in their group, Gordo was the smart one, and Lizzie was the...Lizzie of the group.
She thought back to the time when she was friends with her now arch enemy, Kate. Even though she hated to admit it, she liked being friends with Kate. Kate accepted her singing, and they'd even been in a band together. But that was long gone.
All of a sudden, breaking her thoughts, their was a knock at Lizzie's bedroom door. "What?" Lizzie asked.
"Dinner time." It was Jo McGuire, Lizzie's mom.
"Be down in a minute!" Lizzie replied.
She waited until she heard her mom leave, and then got up. Lizzie washed her hands, and then went downstairs. They were having chicken. Lizzie hated chicken.
"I went out to McDonalds and got you a Big Mac." Mrs. McGuire said.
"Thanks." Lizzie replied, hugging her mom.
"No fair!" Matt, Lizzie's brother said.
"Matt. Be quiet. Eat." Sam McGuire, her dad said.
"Yeah, maggot." Lizzie added.
Her parents gave her the "don't even start." look.
After Lizzie was finished, she went upstairs, and opened her magazine. She flipped aimlessly through, and then saw an ad. It said...
"Have dreams of being a superstar? Send in a tape of your voice. and a picture to Hip Records, a new recording agency, and you could be on your way."
It went on to say you must be 13, have parental permission, and it said some other stuff about the address and stuff.
Lizzie went downstairs, and showed her mom the ad. "I'll think about it." She said. That meant that her mom would need to talk it over with her dad, and she'd either have permission or not by tomorrow, after school.
Lizzie went upstairs, and got into her pajamas. As she fell asleep, she thought of which song she should sing, and which picture she'd send in. She could already see herself, on a stage, singing, with tons of fans.
What a great feeling!