Lizzie POV
I was amazed at how easily it came out. 'Sure'. Kate was right! I was dating Paolo... now.
I felt a little weird. Not because of Paolo being famous, but because of Gordo.
He never finished that message in my yearbook, and when I asked him what it meant, he said it was just a way of telling me that we'd be friends forever. I had the guts to ask him if he liked me, and he said 'only as a friend'. I knew he meant it. Kate was lying about Gordo liking me. And when I kissed him on the cheek, I said it was a 'friendship kiss'. But why had I really done it? It was because I thought Gordo liked me, but it turned out he didn't.
Then why did I feel a little tiny pang of... guilt?
I shook the thought out of my mind and Paolo and I walked most of the way in silence.
"So, what exactly are we doing here?" I asked.
"We'll find you the perfect outfit for the smaller concert." He said as we entered another run-down building.
"I always thought that dance studios and stuff were in big, fancy buildings."
"Well, usually they are. But we don't want anyone knowing about us and where we are." He replied.
"Oh."
I smiled as we walked into the room. There were about fifteen people there, and most were sitting in fancy-looking chairs. The entire room was painted white, and there were lots of big windows behind the stage. I recognized the clothes everyone was wearing. They were worth a fortune! I felt so odd standing there in my $20 dress, when a guy in the audience was wearing shoes worth $900.
"Oh, look, they're here!" A business-like looking man said. "Paolo! Lizzie!"
How did that guy know my name? I started to panic, and then calmed down. Everyone in Europe knew my name. It was just another part of being famous.
"I'm your manager, Sergei Libretti."
Oh! So this guy was my manager!
"And I'm Lizzie McGuire." I said.
Animated Lizzie: Great answer! What are you going to say next, 'what's you're name, Sergei?' Say something else.
"I-" I started, but Sergei cut me off.
"What's your size, Lizzie?"
"14-16." I said.
"Perfect! Now, slip on that dress in that dressing room." He pointed to a door.
Boy, this guy meant business.
"Now!"
"Is he always like this?" I whispered to Paolo.
"Nah, sometimes he's mean."
I was amazed at how easily it came out. 'Sure'. Kate was right! I was dating Paolo... now.
I felt a little weird. Not because of Paolo being famous, but because of Gordo.
He never finished that message in my yearbook, and when I asked him what it meant, he said it was just a way of telling me that we'd be friends forever. I had the guts to ask him if he liked me, and he said 'only as a friend'. I knew he meant it. Kate was lying about Gordo liking me. And when I kissed him on the cheek, I said it was a 'friendship kiss'. But why had I really done it? It was because I thought Gordo liked me, but it turned out he didn't.
Then why did I feel a little tiny pang of... guilt?
I shook the thought out of my mind and Paolo and I walked most of the way in silence.
"So, what exactly are we doing here?" I asked.
"We'll find you the perfect outfit for the smaller concert." He said as we entered another run-down building.
"I always thought that dance studios and stuff were in big, fancy buildings."
"Well, usually they are. But we don't want anyone knowing about us and where we are." He replied.
"Oh."
I smiled as we walked into the room. There were about fifteen people there, and most were sitting in fancy-looking chairs. The entire room was painted white, and there were lots of big windows behind the stage. I recognized the clothes everyone was wearing. They were worth a fortune! I felt so odd standing there in my $20 dress, when a guy in the audience was wearing shoes worth $900.
"Oh, look, they're here!" A business-like looking man said. "Paolo! Lizzie!"
How did that guy know my name? I started to panic, and then calmed down. Everyone in Europe knew my name. It was just another part of being famous.
"I'm your manager, Sergei Libretti."
Oh! So this guy was my manager!
"And I'm Lizzie McGuire." I said.
Animated Lizzie: Great answer! What are you going to say next, 'what's you're name, Sergei?' Say something else.
"I-" I started, but Sergei cut me off.
"What's your size, Lizzie?"
"14-16." I said.
"Perfect! Now, slip on that dress in that dressing room." He pointed to a door.
Boy, this guy meant business.
"Now!"
"Is he always like this?" I whispered to Paolo.
"Nah, sometimes he's mean."