A/N: Just in case you don't get this, Paolo dumped Lizzie, and now she's
having fun with Gordo, and not realizing that he's perfect for her. I got a
couple reviews saying that this was confusing, so I hope that sums it up.
Lizzie POV
"Think you got it down?" Paolo asked.
"Yeah."
It was a week before the Grand Ilandra, and it was about the ten hundredth time I had practiced the dances we were going to do. We had done a lot in the past two weeks. Our CD came out, I learned a couple words in Italian, I leaned how to act around the press, and all those other things.
"Are you nervous, Paolo?" I asked, sitting down.
"Am I? Of course I am. I mean, it's the event of the century. I think we both have a right to be nervous."
"So it's okay if I'm nervous, too?"
"Perfectly normal." Paolo paused, and started to play with his fingers. "Uh, Lizzie? Do you feel... wrong impersonating Isabella?"
"Wrong, no. Maybe a little weird, though. I mean, people say 'Isabella, Isabella' and I keep forgetting that's me."
"Oh, you'll get used to it."
Animated Lizzie: Used to it? Does that mean that I'll be doing this for a long, long time? Forever?
"Uh... I gotta go, Paolo. See you tomorrow for practice."
I jetted off, not telling Paolo the real reason I left.
***
Gordo POV
"So, do you think I'll be doing this forever?" Lizzie asked me.
It was nighttime. I wasn't really paying attention to Lizzie. I was feeling stuffy and bored. Then I had an idea.
"Lizzie? You wanna go up to the roof?" I asked out of nowhere.
She looked sort of shocked. "But it's so dark."
"Please?"
"Um-sure."
We still hadn't returned our key, so we bolted up to the roof. When we got there, I felt so free. So independent. I felt like dancing.
Why not?
"I need a little practice." Lizzie was saying.
"Then dance with me." I said.
"But you don't know the dance."
"Yeah, I do. I've seen you and Paolo rehearse it so much that I have the entire dance memorized." I said smartly.
"Okay. I'll go and get my CD player, and the CD." She ran off to get them, and I stared up.
There weren't any stars, like I was hoping they're would be so it'd be more romantic. In fact, the sky wasn't dark yet. It was still a faded nay blue, and you could hear the sounds of Rome from all four directions. The lights lit up the entire city. It was nothing like I'd thought it would be. It thought it would be quiet, dark, in the stars, just me and her alone, jumping up and down to music.
But instead it was bright, sort of quiet... but still.. the romantic feeling was in the air.
And this time, I was nervous.
Very nervous.
Lizzie soon returned with her CD and CD player. I glanced on the cover of the CD. There was a picture of Paolo and Isabella, the same one we'd seen plastered up on the billboard. They looked so happy together. What went wrong?
"Okay, let's start with 'I Can't Wait'." She said.
The music started, and we started dancing. It wasn't really dancing, if you ask me. It was more like exercising. I'm serious. All that romantic tension that was there before had disappeared. And my the end of four songs on the CD, I was tired.
"Man, no one told me that dancing was so exhausting." I said, sitting down on a bench.
"You're a good dancer, Gordo." Lizzie smiled. "But all great dancers get tired."
After a few moments of silence, we went back downstairs.
I was disappointed.
A/N: I know some of you guys thought that they'd slow dance, but I'm not that predicable. I know you are mad, so sorry. But don't worry... this'll get good later on.
Lizzie POV
"Think you got it down?" Paolo asked.
"Yeah."
It was a week before the Grand Ilandra, and it was about the ten hundredth time I had practiced the dances we were going to do. We had done a lot in the past two weeks. Our CD came out, I learned a couple words in Italian, I leaned how to act around the press, and all those other things.
"Are you nervous, Paolo?" I asked, sitting down.
"Am I? Of course I am. I mean, it's the event of the century. I think we both have a right to be nervous."
"So it's okay if I'm nervous, too?"
"Perfectly normal." Paolo paused, and started to play with his fingers. "Uh, Lizzie? Do you feel... wrong impersonating Isabella?"
"Wrong, no. Maybe a little weird, though. I mean, people say 'Isabella, Isabella' and I keep forgetting that's me."
"Oh, you'll get used to it."
Animated Lizzie: Used to it? Does that mean that I'll be doing this for a long, long time? Forever?
"Uh... I gotta go, Paolo. See you tomorrow for practice."
I jetted off, not telling Paolo the real reason I left.
***
Gordo POV
"So, do you think I'll be doing this forever?" Lizzie asked me.
It was nighttime. I wasn't really paying attention to Lizzie. I was feeling stuffy and bored. Then I had an idea.
"Lizzie? You wanna go up to the roof?" I asked out of nowhere.
She looked sort of shocked. "But it's so dark."
"Please?"
"Um-sure."
We still hadn't returned our key, so we bolted up to the roof. When we got there, I felt so free. So independent. I felt like dancing.
Why not?
"I need a little practice." Lizzie was saying.
"Then dance with me." I said.
"But you don't know the dance."
"Yeah, I do. I've seen you and Paolo rehearse it so much that I have the entire dance memorized." I said smartly.
"Okay. I'll go and get my CD player, and the CD." She ran off to get them, and I stared up.
There weren't any stars, like I was hoping they're would be so it'd be more romantic. In fact, the sky wasn't dark yet. It was still a faded nay blue, and you could hear the sounds of Rome from all four directions. The lights lit up the entire city. It was nothing like I'd thought it would be. It thought it would be quiet, dark, in the stars, just me and her alone, jumping up and down to music.
But instead it was bright, sort of quiet... but still.. the romantic feeling was in the air.
And this time, I was nervous.
Very nervous.
Lizzie soon returned with her CD and CD player. I glanced on the cover of the CD. There was a picture of Paolo and Isabella, the same one we'd seen plastered up on the billboard. They looked so happy together. What went wrong?
"Okay, let's start with 'I Can't Wait'." She said.
The music started, and we started dancing. It wasn't really dancing, if you ask me. It was more like exercising. I'm serious. All that romantic tension that was there before had disappeared. And my the end of four songs on the CD, I was tired.
"Man, no one told me that dancing was so exhausting." I said, sitting down on a bench.
"You're a good dancer, Gordo." Lizzie smiled. "But all great dancers get tired."
After a few moments of silence, we went back downstairs.
I was disappointed.
A/N: I know some of you guys thought that they'd slow dance, but I'm not that predicable. I know you are mad, so sorry. But don't worry... this'll get good later on.