Lizzie POV
"Help me!" I whined to Paolo after we were done training. "I can't sing!"
He looked deep into my eyes. "Yes, you can."
Animated Lizzie: Who is he kidding? Of course I can't. But if he says so...
I gulped nervously. "Teach me."
"I won't."
I raised my eyebrows.
He won't? What kind of answer was that? If I wanted to be famous, I needed to know more than just dancing. I had to know how to sing, how to act, how to dress... and, oh, about a gazillion other things.
"What I mean is, you'll have to learn that by yourself." He smiled that gorgeous smile that made me melt. "But, I'll teach you how to act around the press, how to dress, and how to eat."
My eyebrows rose higher.
How to eat? Was he serious?
"Okay, go ahead." I said, preparing myself for the worst.
"Our first concert is only a small one, okay? So don't be worried. It's in two weeks."
I had a hard time to take all of this in. Our first concert? Had he really said 'concert'? I barely knew how to be famous. I was not ready for something that big yet!
But no, I didn't say anything about that. "How small is small?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh, about one thousand people. They all work for me... or shall I say us, so it's not that big of a deal."
Animated Lizzie: Not that big of a deal? NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL? This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to me. And he's saying it's not that big of a deal???
"I can't memorize." I said, giving him another problem to deal with. "Not dance steps, not songs, not even my stupid book reports!"
"Oh, no problem."
Boy, he was sure optimistic.
"But, you know... not to put any pressure on you or anything, but..." He paused, looking very uneasy.
"But what?" I asked, hoping it wasn't bad.
"If the music company that's watching the first performance likes what we do, we'll move to a Grand Ilandra concert."
"What's that?"
"Oh, nothing...just the biggest European event of the century." He said, his voice getting quieter by each word.
No way.
I looked at him in disbelief. "You're exaggerating, right?" I asked.
He was quiet.
"Right?" I pressed.
He shook his head. "I know it's a short notice, but the Grand Ilandra concert is in five weeks."
Five weeks! That was not enough time to practice and learn the basics of being a popstar! That would take years! I mean, this was the biggest event of the century! It came every one hundred years! This was H-U-G-E!
I felt dizzy. "We better get to work." I said, sitting down on a seat.
"Help me!" I whined to Paolo after we were done training. "I can't sing!"
He looked deep into my eyes. "Yes, you can."
Animated Lizzie: Who is he kidding? Of course I can't. But if he says so...
I gulped nervously. "Teach me."
"I won't."
I raised my eyebrows.
He won't? What kind of answer was that? If I wanted to be famous, I needed to know more than just dancing. I had to know how to sing, how to act, how to dress... and, oh, about a gazillion other things.
"What I mean is, you'll have to learn that by yourself." He smiled that gorgeous smile that made me melt. "But, I'll teach you how to act around the press, how to dress, and how to eat."
My eyebrows rose higher.
How to eat? Was he serious?
"Okay, go ahead." I said, preparing myself for the worst.
"Our first concert is only a small one, okay? So don't be worried. It's in two weeks."
I had a hard time to take all of this in. Our first concert? Had he really said 'concert'? I barely knew how to be famous. I was not ready for something that big yet!
But no, I didn't say anything about that. "How small is small?" I asked suspiciously.
"Oh, about one thousand people. They all work for me... or shall I say us, so it's not that big of a deal."
Animated Lizzie: Not that big of a deal? NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL? This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to me. And he's saying it's not that big of a deal???
"I can't memorize." I said, giving him another problem to deal with. "Not dance steps, not songs, not even my stupid book reports!"
"Oh, no problem."
Boy, he was sure optimistic.
"But, you know... not to put any pressure on you or anything, but..." He paused, looking very uneasy.
"But what?" I asked, hoping it wasn't bad.
"If the music company that's watching the first performance likes what we do, we'll move to a Grand Ilandra concert."
"What's that?"
"Oh, nothing...just the biggest European event of the century." He said, his voice getting quieter by each word.
No way.
I looked at him in disbelief. "You're exaggerating, right?" I asked.
He was quiet.
"Right?" I pressed.
He shook his head. "I know it's a short notice, but the Grand Ilandra concert is in five weeks."
Five weeks! That was not enough time to practice and learn the basics of being a popstar! That would take years! I mean, this was the biggest event of the century! It came every one hundred years! This was H-U-G-E!
I felt dizzy. "We better get to work." I said, sitting down on a seat.