Rocket Power: Starry Eyed Girl

Chapter 1: Too Good to be True

Written by: Anita T*******

Inspired by: Sheer Boredom and this is a rewrite of "Stars and Rainbows", which I consider to be chicken scratch

"Could you look me in the eye
And tell me that you're happy now ooh

Would you tell it to my face?

Or have I been erased

Are you happy now?

Are you happy now?"

Are You Happy Now by Michelle Branch

Prologue

Setting: Ocean Shores, California, 6 years from now in the summer

Characters: Reggie Rocket, Otto Rocket, Sam Dullard, Twister Rodriguez, and maybe even Lars Rodriguez (Maybe? I'm trying to find a happy medium between Lars gets the girl, and Twister gets the girl, so, you know, maybe he'll get the girl, maybe he won't.)

Plot: Reggie Rocket is discovered, and Twister is caught up in her rise to fame, that he gets signed also. Romance is discovered in the attic, and Breezy comes back to steal someone's heart.

Reggie Rocket: 16 years old

Otto Rocket: 15 years old

Twister Rodriguez: 15 years old

Sam Dullard: 15 years old

Lars Rodriguez: 18 years old

Now that we've gotten that crap out of the way: on to the story!

Wait…what am I forgetting?

Disclaimer: I don't own Rocket Power, they are © to their respected owners, whom ever they may be. I do, however, own this computer, so don't think about stealing it!

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                Fwoom! A car whizzed past Regina Rocket, more commonly known as Reggie. She put the latest Miranda Spikes CD in her portable CD player. She found her favorite track and started blasting it full volume. Reggie sauntered towards the Pier singing along to the track.

                "OW!" whined the red headed boy. Reggie had walked smack dab into Twister and while doing so they both learned a lesson about gravity. She helped Twister up and dusted off her clothes.
                "Sorry, Twister" apologized Reggie. Twister just rubbed the side of his cheek and nodded.

                "What are you listening to?"

                "Miranda."

                "Figures."

                "What's that supposed to mean?"

                "Nothing, just that you're listening to Miranda."

                "And, what's wrong with that?"

                "Nothing."

                "That's what I thought…"

                "Where you headed?"

                "Pier."

                "Going to the amusement park?"

                "I guess."

                "Oh."

                "Yeah, oh." There was an awkward silence and Reggie noticed that her CD was snapped in half on the sidewalk. Twister finally notices it also, "Sorr--," he begins. Reggie cuts him off with, "I know all the songs by heart. I'll just sing 'em. Don't worry about it. I can just burn a new one."

                "Are you sure? 'Cause I'll buy you a new one."

                "Positive."

                "Sure?"

                "Yes."

                "Are you really, really sure?"

                "Twister, I'm sure. Okay? My CD's broken, but I'll live. It's not like you just bit off my leg, and you're asking to buy me a new prosthetic leg. I'm sure," she said with finality.

                "Prosthetic?" he asked. Reggie groaned and just kept walking towards the Pier. Damn, that was my favorite CD. I should have let him buy it for me, thought Reggie. She began to sing the words to an old classic, "I Will Survive" when Twister came up behind her and then she started to improvise the lyrics.

                "I will survive! Oh as long as I know how to sing I know I'll stay alive, I've got all my life to sing, I've got all my lungs to breathe, Oh don't stop now, I will survive! HEY! HEY!" she began to do a little dance and impersonate the beat very poorly.  She grinned at Twister and asked, "You get it now?"

                "No…no. I still don't know what prosthetic means."

                "No, Twister. Do you get that you don't have to buy me a new CD?"

                "Yeah."

                "It'd be nice if you did, but you don't have to."

                "Reggie, what are you implying, first you're like No. Now you're a little sketchy. Do you want to help me out here?"

                "I was just saying it would be nice if you did, but you don't need to buy me a new CD."

                "Reggie you are impossible."

                "Oh, I'm not impossible. Going a day without getting some good food at the Shack, now that's impossible."

                "I'll give you that," with that they parted their ways. A black limousine with tinted windows kept driving back and forth, with its windows rolled halfway down. Just to annoy them, Reggie started singing.  The limousine did a U-ie (U-turn) and stopped next to Reggie.

                "Hey! You! Girl with headphones! Come over here!" hollered the man in the limo. Reggie smiled.

                "Girl with the broken headphones you mean." She walked over to the side of the limo. "What do you need, directions, the best restaurant in Ocean Shores?"

                "I'm actually a talent scout. And I would like you to drop by and see if you make the second call back."

                "Second call back for what? I can't act, because you wouldn't want me if it was for acting, 'cause you haven't seen me act. Cause if you did, you would be like, damn, that girl sucks."

                "No, for singing."

                "Alright, give me your card and I'll drop by, if it's okay with my dad. Oh, can I bring a friend…or two?"

                "Sure."

Reggie skipped giddily on home, eager to break the news to her dad. She burst through the kitchen doors of The Shack, and screamed, letting her pent up happiness explode.

                "RAYMUNDO! They want to give me a callback for singing!"

                "You tried out for singing?" he said while dumping some fries into the greasy deep fryer.

                "Yes…no. Well, I was just singing to annoy people, and I guess they liked it. They gave me their business card and all."

                "Reggie this is a scam, I bet you twenty dollars it is."

                "Twenty? How bout you up the ante to fifty and we'll call it a deal." They shook hands and the bet was on.

                "All right, you can go. As long as you bring Otto, Twister, and Sam."

                "Dad, I don't need body guards, let alone stupid people poking things all around them. Like when they poke things, it usually doesn't end up good."

                "You're right…but bring them anyways."

                "Fine," Reggie gave up fighting. It was useless.