Chapter 1-Oh my god!

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This chapter uses a single quote from that lizzie show…..

'thoughts'

            "Finally!"  Manny dramatically sighed as Emma walked past her.  Emma grinned and flicked Manny with the wet towel that she took off her blonde hair. 

            "Shut up!  It felt good!  I needed that shower!"  Emma picked up her brush as Manny set down the magazine she was reading and stood up off Emma's blue bed.

            Manny shut the door, humming rather beautifully, on her way tpo the bathroom.  Across the hall and down a few yards, she shut the bathroom door, still humming, and pulled out a fresh towel from the cabinets under the sink.  She tuned Emma's digital shower radio to the oldies station for a change and turned on the water faucet.  She let the hot water run for a minute or 2 before stepping in. 

            She let the cold water soak through her hip-length hair and finally she picked up the shampoo bottle, shaking it a bit before sqeezing some out on her hand.  She was lathering when a song she had heard in the Nelson's car that day came on:  The Locomotion.  She closed her eyes as she started to sing.

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In her bedroom, Emma searched for her Degrassi track team shirt to put on to wear to bed.  After minutes of not having any luck she groaned and stomped her foot.

            She flung open her door, muttering about how Sarah Catherine always took her stuff, and stormed into Sarah Catherine's empty room and yanked her shirt angrily out of Sarah's drawer.  As she turned to head back to her room, she stopped.  She could hear Manny singing in the shower.  Normally she would have screeched (because of hearing Manny's singing) in mock horror loud enough so Manny could hear, but tonight, Manny sounded----different!

            She listened closely as she inched soundlessly towards her bathroom.  Yup, Manny DEFINITELY sounded like a pro inthere!  She could hear her accentuated her words---

            Every body's doing a brand new dance now!

            Come on baby, do the locomotion!

            I know that you will like-OUCH! Sodding razor- it if you give a chance now!

 This was all Emma needed to hear.  She marched into the computer room and looged onto the internet.  She had heard about this show, some American fad where dancers and singers and pianists and stuff battled out to win scholarship money on stage.  Recenlt, Spike had told her that it branched out to include Canadian contestants.  Emma loaded up her search engine and found the site-The Most Talented Kid in North America.

            Excitement growing in the pit of her stomach, Emma found the rules for audiotion-

1. Contestant must be in the age category of 3-15

'Good, Manny's still 14'

2. Contestant must record a 2 minute video of his/her talent and send it in to the address below

3. Contestant MUST be serious about audiotiong

4. Results of standing position in the search will be mailed within 5 working days

"EXCELLENT!"  Squealed Emma.  She then read the pop up-Singers will be categorized into 3 last name groups.  Please click on the correct link that inclused the first letter of your last name to find out what song you will be required to sing.

Emma clicked on R-Z, and found out that Manny had to sing I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor.  She printed out the sheet of words and downloaded the instrumental version from Kazaa onto her compouter.

            She waited anxiously for Manny to ocme out of the bathroom.

            When she finally did, She blurted out: "Manny!  I've just realized something!"

            Manny stared.  "Me too!" 

            "You first."

            "Ok," agreed Manny.  "When you shampoo, don't rinse.  The bottle only says that so you will run out of shampoo faster and buy more."

            Emma stared.  "NO MANNY!  YOU COULD WIN THE MOST TALENTED KID IN NORTH AMERICA!"