Lizzie POV
"Seven days!" I exclaimed the next afternoon right after lunch. "Just a week until the small concert. I have to learn two songs, pick out an outfit... augh! I can't keep track of what to do anymore!"
"Wow." Kate said mockingly. "Who knew being a star would be so *hard*?"
Animated Lizzie: Well, seems like catty old Kate is back.
"You try being famous for once. Always running. People counting on you to do the right thing at the right time." I slumped off my bed.
"Whatever."
"Well, I got to call Paolo. I haven't talked to him for two days." I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
"It's me." I said before he could even speak.
"Lizzie? Look, I'm so sorry for before. I didn't mean to offend you the other day. I just could bear to see you so happy after I'd lied to you." He apologized.
"It's okay, really. I understand why you did what you did." I said.
Animated Lizzie: Not really, but it seemed like the right thing to say.
"Oh, good."
"The reason I called you was because the concert's in a week. I have to learn two other songs. And I have to pick out my outfit. And how to dance. The other stuff doesn't seem as important."
"Okay, go to the dance studio I showed you earlier. I'll meet you there in an hour." We both hung up.
***
When I got there, Paolo showed me a dance. It wasn't complicated to memorize, it was just hard to do. But I got it down after a couple of hours. No tripping! When we stopped, Paolo took out some papers.
"Here are your other songs." He handed the papers to me.
"'What Dreams Are Made Of' and 'I Can't Wait'. Cool. So, can I rehearse? I already rehearsed 'Why Not'... kind of." I said, remembering when I sang for Gordo on the roof.
"Sure." He pressed the play button.
I was familiar with the music, since I had been dancing to it, so adding the words wasn't that hard. I sang 'I Can't Wait' first, and then 'What Dreams Are Made Of', leaving Paolo stunned at the end of each one.
"Wow, this is easy. I think the hardest thing about this job is handling the press."
"You're right."
"So, should we sing *and* dance now?"
"Are you ready?
I nodded.
We started to dance and sing to the songs. It was a little more complicated, but we got it down.
***
After a couple more days, we had everything ready. Then all there was left to do was just wait and wait.
A/N: I really don't like this chapter much. It's kinda boring. I should have erased it, but it just seemed sorta necessary.
"Seven days!" I exclaimed the next afternoon right after lunch. "Just a week until the small concert. I have to learn two songs, pick out an outfit... augh! I can't keep track of what to do anymore!"
"Wow." Kate said mockingly. "Who knew being a star would be so *hard*?"
Animated Lizzie: Well, seems like catty old Kate is back.
"You try being famous for once. Always running. People counting on you to do the right thing at the right time." I slumped off my bed.
"Whatever."
"Well, I got to call Paolo. I haven't talked to him for two days." I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
"It's me." I said before he could even speak.
"Lizzie? Look, I'm so sorry for before. I didn't mean to offend you the other day. I just could bear to see you so happy after I'd lied to you." He apologized.
"It's okay, really. I understand why you did what you did." I said.
Animated Lizzie: Not really, but it seemed like the right thing to say.
"Oh, good."
"The reason I called you was because the concert's in a week. I have to learn two other songs. And I have to pick out my outfit. And how to dance. The other stuff doesn't seem as important."
"Okay, go to the dance studio I showed you earlier. I'll meet you there in an hour." We both hung up.
***
When I got there, Paolo showed me a dance. It wasn't complicated to memorize, it was just hard to do. But I got it down after a couple of hours. No tripping! When we stopped, Paolo took out some papers.
"Here are your other songs." He handed the papers to me.
"'What Dreams Are Made Of' and 'I Can't Wait'. Cool. So, can I rehearse? I already rehearsed 'Why Not'... kind of." I said, remembering when I sang for Gordo on the roof.
"Sure." He pressed the play button.
I was familiar with the music, since I had been dancing to it, so adding the words wasn't that hard. I sang 'I Can't Wait' first, and then 'What Dreams Are Made Of', leaving Paolo stunned at the end of each one.
"Wow, this is easy. I think the hardest thing about this job is handling the press."
"You're right."
"So, should we sing *and* dance now?"
"Are you ready?
I nodded.
We started to dance and sing to the songs. It was a little more complicated, but we got it down.
***
After a couple more days, we had everything ready. Then all there was left to do was just wait and wait.
A/N: I really don't like this chapter much. It's kinda boring. I should have erased it, but it just seemed sorta necessary.