Chapter 41: Getting In
Matt POV
We had taken a flight to Rome that morning. Now we were at the airport.
"Hello. My name is Jo McGuire. Do you know where the..." She glanced at me.
I studied the printed magazine article. "Grand Ilandra." I whispered.
"...Grand Ilandra concert is?" She finished.
The man looked at her like she was crazy. "I no speak English." He said, and wheeled his suitcases away.
Mom was hysterical. She was asking every person in sight where the concert was. I had done more research on the internet, and it seemed as if Lizzie was impersonating some popstar named Isabella. She and Isabella's singing partner, Paolo, had made it to an event called the Grand Ilandra, which supposedly was a huge deal.
So we had jetted off to Italy, leaving everything behind. They had dragged me along since I couldn't stay home alone. We didn't even know what hotel we were going to stay in. Mom and Dad only had one thing on their mind.
They had to find Lizzie.
I went up to a woman. "Do you know where the Grand Ilandra concert is?" I asked politely.
"Ilandra Studio, on the intersection of Roma Street and Lese Avenue." She said, looking hurriedly through a booklet. "In fact... I have two tickets. I can't use them. Uh... you want them? I'm selling them for only $20 each."
I took them and paid her $40.
"Thanks!" I exclaimed, not noticing that there was three of us and only two tickets. We hailed a taxi (A/N: Are there taxis in Rome?) and drove to the intersection of Roma Street and Lese Avenue. Sure enough, there was a huge building there, flashing with lights and cameras.
I handed Dad a ticket and took one for myself. We gave them to the ticket taker and went in, leaving Mom outside.
"Wait!" Mom exclaimed.
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Jo POV
I couldn't believe it. They had just left without me!
Oh, well. I could probably get in free since I *was* the mother of Lizzie... or Isabella, as everyone called her.
Little did I know...
***
"LET ME IN! MY DAUGHTER'S IN THERE, IMPERSONATING A POPSTAR! HAVE TO GET IN!" I said, struggling in the arms of the security guards.
One of them grabbed this walkie-talkie. "We have one hysterical woman here, outside the Grand Ilandra." He said.
"I am not hysterical!" I exclaimed. "I'm telling you, that's my daughter!" I pointed to Lizzie, who was peeking out from the edge of the curtain. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she ducked back in.
They rolled their eyes and put their hands on their hips.
"I swear! She was right there!" I said. Then I got a brilliant idea. "Look! There she is now!" I pointed behind them.
The second they turned their heads, I dashed into the audience.
Matt POV
We had taken a flight to Rome that morning. Now we were at the airport.
"Hello. My name is Jo McGuire. Do you know where the..." She glanced at me.
I studied the printed magazine article. "Grand Ilandra." I whispered.
"...Grand Ilandra concert is?" She finished.
The man looked at her like she was crazy. "I no speak English." He said, and wheeled his suitcases away.
Mom was hysterical. She was asking every person in sight where the concert was. I had done more research on the internet, and it seemed as if Lizzie was impersonating some popstar named Isabella. She and Isabella's singing partner, Paolo, had made it to an event called the Grand Ilandra, which supposedly was a huge deal.
So we had jetted off to Italy, leaving everything behind. They had dragged me along since I couldn't stay home alone. We didn't even know what hotel we were going to stay in. Mom and Dad only had one thing on their mind.
They had to find Lizzie.
I went up to a woman. "Do you know where the Grand Ilandra concert is?" I asked politely.
"Ilandra Studio, on the intersection of Roma Street and Lese Avenue." She said, looking hurriedly through a booklet. "In fact... I have two tickets. I can't use them. Uh... you want them? I'm selling them for only $20 each."
I took them and paid her $40.
"Thanks!" I exclaimed, not noticing that there was three of us and only two tickets. We hailed a taxi (A/N: Are there taxis in Rome?) and drove to the intersection of Roma Street and Lese Avenue. Sure enough, there was a huge building there, flashing with lights and cameras.
I handed Dad a ticket and took one for myself. We gave them to the ticket taker and went in, leaving Mom outside.
"Wait!" Mom exclaimed.
***
Jo POV
I couldn't believe it. They had just left without me!
Oh, well. I could probably get in free since I *was* the mother of Lizzie... or Isabella, as everyone called her.
Little did I know...
***
"LET ME IN! MY DAUGHTER'S IN THERE, IMPERSONATING A POPSTAR! HAVE TO GET IN!" I said, struggling in the arms of the security guards.
One of them grabbed this walkie-talkie. "We have one hysterical woman here, outside the Grand Ilandra." He said.
"I am not hysterical!" I exclaimed. "I'm telling you, that's my daughter!" I pointed to Lizzie, who was peeking out from the edge of the curtain. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she ducked back in.
They rolled their eyes and put their hands on their hips.
"I swear! She was right there!" I said. Then I got a brilliant idea. "Look! There she is now!" I pointed behind them.
The second they turned their heads, I dashed into the audience.