A/N: Thanks to Juicyfied (hilary-duff.org) for the lyrics to 'Why Not'!
Lizzie POV
I rushed into a store. I didn't even read the name. I just ran in, because I saw this totally cute outfit in the window. I sprinted to the outfit and checked the price tag. My shoulders slumped.
(A/N: I don't know what their form of money is in Rome, so I'll just put this is American dollars.) "$3,500?" I shook my head at Paolo. "What's the budget for my clothes?' I asked.
"Budget? What's a budget?" He joked. "Don't worry, no budget. You want the outfit? Charge it."
Animated Lizzie: Now, this is what I'm talking about!
"Are you serious?" I squealed.
He gave me a 'duh' look. I grabbed his card and ran to the cash register. "I'd like to buy that outfit in the window." I said, hoping the guy spoke English.
The cashier's eyes widened. "Are you Isabella?" He gasped.
I glanced at Paolo nervously. What was I supposed to say to that? He gave me a shrug. I sighed.
"Who's Isabella?" I asked, as if I'd never heard of the name.
"Never mind." The guy's voice returned to normal. "Size?"
"14-16." I said. I knew I'd be asked that question a lot here.
He went into a storage room and came out with a box. "Do you have any idea how much this costs?" He said.
Animated Lizzie: Uh, no duh!
"I do, in fact." I said, rolling my eyes, handing him the card. Paolo signed, and we were on our way.
I tossed the bag into the convertible, and then climbed into the back. We shopped for hours, and soon the car couldn't hold all of the clothes and accessories. I was smiling like crazy. It was incredible! I mean, imagine it, getting everything you want, no matter what! "I, uh, think that's enough shopping for today." Paolo said after lunch.
I made a face. "Fine. What next?"
"Well, let's see. You got dancing lessons, but you still need to learn the dance for the performance. Clothes are done. All you need to learn is how to walk, how to smile, how to eat, how to handle press, the songs for the concert, and most important of all... how to sing."
"How can I learn how to sing if you refused to help?" I asked.
"Just practice." He advised.
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
"Anywhere?"
"That's what I said."
"Here?"
"Why not?"
I shook my head uncertainly. "Not here. Anyways, what would sing?"
He unfolded a piece a paper that was in his pocket, and asked the driver to put in a CD. "Sing." He demanded.
The music started, and I started to sing.
"You think you're going nowhere
When you're walking down the street
Acting like you just don't care
When life could be so sweet
But why you wanna be like that?
As if there's nothing new
You're not fooling no one
You're not even fooling you
So walk a little slower
And open up your eyes
Sometimes it's so hard to see
The good things passing by
There may never be a sign
No flashing neon light
Telling you to make your move
When the time is right
So
Why not (Why not)
Take a crazy chance
Why not (Why not)
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
You might lose a lot
So why not? Why not?
(Why not take a crazy chance)
(Why not take a crazy chance)
You always dress in yellow
When you wanna dress in gold
Instead of listening to your heart
You do just what you're told
You keep waiting where you are
But what you'll never know
Let's just get into your car
And go, baby, go!
So
Why not (Why not)
Take a crazy chance
Why not (Why not)
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
You might lose a lot
So why not?
Why not?
Ohhh~
I could be the one for you
Ohhh~ Yeah~
Maybe yes, maybe no
Ohhh~
It could be the thing to do
What I'm saying is you gotta let me know
You'll never get to heaven
Or even to a L.A.
If you don't believe there's a way~
Why not (why not)
Take a star from the sky
Why not (why not)
Spread your wings and fly
It might take a little
And it might take a lot
But why not?
Why not?
Why not (take a crazy chance)
Take a crazy chance
Why not (do a crazy dance)
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
You might lose a lot
So why not?
Why not?"
Paolo gasped. "Whoa, you are good. Great, in fact. Outstanding." He said.
"Surprisingly, you're right." I said quietly, in total shock.
Animated Lizzie: Maybe I don't need singing lessons after all.
Lizzie POV
I rushed into a store. I didn't even read the name. I just ran in, because I saw this totally cute outfit in the window. I sprinted to the outfit and checked the price tag. My shoulders slumped.
(A/N: I don't know what their form of money is in Rome, so I'll just put this is American dollars.) "$3,500?" I shook my head at Paolo. "What's the budget for my clothes?' I asked.
"Budget? What's a budget?" He joked. "Don't worry, no budget. You want the outfit? Charge it."
Animated Lizzie: Now, this is what I'm talking about!
"Are you serious?" I squealed.
He gave me a 'duh' look. I grabbed his card and ran to the cash register. "I'd like to buy that outfit in the window." I said, hoping the guy spoke English.
The cashier's eyes widened. "Are you Isabella?" He gasped.
I glanced at Paolo nervously. What was I supposed to say to that? He gave me a shrug. I sighed.
"Who's Isabella?" I asked, as if I'd never heard of the name.
"Never mind." The guy's voice returned to normal. "Size?"
"14-16." I said. I knew I'd be asked that question a lot here.
He went into a storage room and came out with a box. "Do you have any idea how much this costs?" He said.
Animated Lizzie: Uh, no duh!
"I do, in fact." I said, rolling my eyes, handing him the card. Paolo signed, and we were on our way.
I tossed the bag into the convertible, and then climbed into the back. We shopped for hours, and soon the car couldn't hold all of the clothes and accessories. I was smiling like crazy. It was incredible! I mean, imagine it, getting everything you want, no matter what! "I, uh, think that's enough shopping for today." Paolo said after lunch.
I made a face. "Fine. What next?"
"Well, let's see. You got dancing lessons, but you still need to learn the dance for the performance. Clothes are done. All you need to learn is how to walk, how to smile, how to eat, how to handle press, the songs for the concert, and most important of all... how to sing."
"How can I learn how to sing if you refused to help?" I asked.
"Just practice." He advised.
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
"Anywhere?"
"That's what I said."
"Here?"
"Why not?"
I shook my head uncertainly. "Not here. Anyways, what would sing?"
He unfolded a piece a paper that was in his pocket, and asked the driver to put in a CD. "Sing." He demanded.
The music started, and I started to sing.
"You think you're going nowhere
When you're walking down the street
Acting like you just don't care
When life could be so sweet
But why you wanna be like that?
As if there's nothing new
You're not fooling no one
You're not even fooling you
So walk a little slower
And open up your eyes
Sometimes it's so hard to see
The good things passing by
There may never be a sign
No flashing neon light
Telling you to make your move
When the time is right
So
Why not (Why not)
Take a crazy chance
Why not (Why not)
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
You might lose a lot
So why not? Why not?
(Why not take a crazy chance)
(Why not take a crazy chance)
You always dress in yellow
When you wanna dress in gold
Instead of listening to your heart
You do just what you're told
You keep waiting where you are
But what you'll never know
Let's just get into your car
And go, baby, go!
So
Why not (Why not)
Take a crazy chance
Why not (Why not)
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
You might lose a lot
So why not?
Why not?
Ohhh~
I could be the one for you
Ohhh~ Yeah~
Maybe yes, maybe no
Ohhh~
It could be the thing to do
What I'm saying is you gotta let me know
You'll never get to heaven
Or even to a L.A.
If you don't believe there's a way~
Why not (why not)
Take a star from the sky
Why not (why not)
Spread your wings and fly
It might take a little
And it might take a lot
But why not?
Why not?
Why not (take a crazy chance)
Take a crazy chance
Why not (do a crazy dance)
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
You might lose a lot
So why not?
Why not?"
Paolo gasped. "Whoa, you are good. Great, in fact. Outstanding." He said.
"Surprisingly, you're right." I said quietly, in total shock.
Animated Lizzie: Maybe I don't need singing lessons after all.