Chapter One: Rock Your World
A/N: I don't own any of these characters or the song at the end. They belong to Disney.
Lizzie's POV
I ran through the quad, super excited. I don't think I'd ever been so psyched in my LIFE. I'd just gotten the hottest scoop EVER!!!
I spotted Miranda and Gordo eating lunch at our normal table. I rushed over to them as fast as I could, barely missing the vending machine.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked me as I sat down beside him, not seeming to care that I almost broke me hip.
"I'm fine!" I shouted. Miranda and Gordo exchanged confused glances then looked back at me.
AL (Animated Lizzie): Okay, I'll admit, I sound like I ate three pounds of sugar for breakfast.
"Lizzie?" Miranda said, leaning over and resting her hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
I brushed her away and rolled my eyes. Then I got right back to being excited. "I have AWESOME news!"
Gordo rubbed his chin. "Lemme guess," he said sarcastically. "Ethan got a cat scan and they found a brain cell!"
Miranda hit his head. But I had no time for his stupid remarks.
AL: Okay, so Ethan may have the IQ of a rock, but rocks are cool. I guess.
"Guys!" I shouted, trying to focus attention back on me and my good news. They stopped arguing and looked at me. "So, what do you have for us?" Miranda asked, the longing to crush Gordo still in her dark brown eyes.
I took a breath and pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out of my backpack. "Look!" I shouted and gave it to them to read.
HEY CALIFORNIA! B.I.F.F. RECORDS IS LOOKING FOR THE "NEXT BIG THING!" IF BANDS FROM 14 TO 18 THINK THEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE #1, ENTER THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS COMPETITION, FRIDAY, APRIL 10TH, IN SACRAMENTO. REMEMBER TO GET YOUR ROCK ON!
Gordo and Miranda read the flyer and looked back up at me like I was crazy.
"What?" I said defensively. "I think we should enter."
AL: Plus, I know that if there's one thing that gets through Ethan Craft's head, it's music, even if he can't dance to it good at all.
"Lizzie," Gordo shouted at me, getting in my face. "You're forgetting one small detail."
"We don't have a band!" Miranda finished for him.
AL: Uh, hello? Ever heard of 'forming' one?
"Not yet," I said mischievously.
Gordo shook his head.
"I can see your wheels turning Lizzie," Miranda said, eyeing me suspiciously.
I pulled a Snickers bar out of my backpack, pulled away the paper, and began eating. "Oh c'mon guys. Making a band would be fun! Remember how I was almost in Angel Liberman's band?" I gave a wicked grin.
Gordo took an imaginary dagger, pushed it through his chest, and fell to the ground. Then he got up casually and said, "That's how are band would survive in today's music world."
AL: You know, if Gordo wasn't being such a blockhead, I might agree with him.
"C'mon Gordo," I said. "You know how to play the keyboard."
"I took lessons for three weeks when I was six," Gordo replied, making a face. "I don't think that qualifies for a band."
Miranda tossed a fry in her mouth. "I can play the guitar. My uncle in Mexico City taught me."
"Uh oh," Gordo mumbled.
"Cool!" I shouted, jumping up from my seat. Then I thought of something brilliant. "I could be the lead singer!"
Before Gordo or Miranda could even say anything, I raced inside, got to my locker, opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper. I had just thought of a song.
'Why not take a crazy chance? Why not do a crazy dance? If you lose a moment, you might lose a lot. So why not? Why not?'
A/N: I don't own any of these characters or the song at the end. They belong to Disney.
Lizzie's POV
I ran through the quad, super excited. I don't think I'd ever been so psyched in my LIFE. I'd just gotten the hottest scoop EVER!!!
I spotted Miranda and Gordo eating lunch at our normal table. I rushed over to them as fast as I could, barely missing the vending machine.
"Are you okay?" Gordo asked me as I sat down beside him, not seeming to care that I almost broke me hip.
"I'm fine!" I shouted. Miranda and Gordo exchanged confused glances then looked back at me.
AL (Animated Lizzie): Okay, I'll admit, I sound like I ate three pounds of sugar for breakfast.
"Lizzie?" Miranda said, leaning over and resting her hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"
I brushed her away and rolled my eyes. Then I got right back to being excited. "I have AWESOME news!"
Gordo rubbed his chin. "Lemme guess," he said sarcastically. "Ethan got a cat scan and they found a brain cell!"
Miranda hit his head. But I had no time for his stupid remarks.
AL: Okay, so Ethan may have the IQ of a rock, but rocks are cool. I guess.
"Guys!" I shouted, trying to focus attention back on me and my good news. They stopped arguing and looked at me. "So, what do you have for us?" Miranda asked, the longing to crush Gordo still in her dark brown eyes.
I took a breath and pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out of my backpack. "Look!" I shouted and gave it to them to read.
HEY CALIFORNIA! B.I.F.F. RECORDS IS LOOKING FOR THE "NEXT BIG THING!" IF BANDS FROM 14 TO 18 THINK THEY HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE #1, ENTER THE BATTLE OF THE BANDS COMPETITION, FRIDAY, APRIL 10TH, IN SACRAMENTO. REMEMBER TO GET YOUR ROCK ON!
Gordo and Miranda read the flyer and looked back up at me like I was crazy.
"What?" I said defensively. "I think we should enter."
AL: Plus, I know that if there's one thing that gets through Ethan Craft's head, it's music, even if he can't dance to it good at all.
"Lizzie," Gordo shouted at me, getting in my face. "You're forgetting one small detail."
"We don't have a band!" Miranda finished for him.
AL: Uh, hello? Ever heard of 'forming' one?
"Not yet," I said mischievously.
Gordo shook his head.
"I can see your wheels turning Lizzie," Miranda said, eyeing me suspiciously.
I pulled a Snickers bar out of my backpack, pulled away the paper, and began eating. "Oh c'mon guys. Making a band would be fun! Remember how I was almost in Angel Liberman's band?" I gave a wicked grin.
Gordo took an imaginary dagger, pushed it through his chest, and fell to the ground. Then he got up casually and said, "That's how are band would survive in today's music world."
AL: You know, if Gordo wasn't being such a blockhead, I might agree with him.
"C'mon Gordo," I said. "You know how to play the keyboard."
"I took lessons for three weeks when I was six," Gordo replied, making a face. "I don't think that qualifies for a band."
Miranda tossed a fry in her mouth. "I can play the guitar. My uncle in Mexico City taught me."
"Uh oh," Gordo mumbled.
"Cool!" I shouted, jumping up from my seat. Then I thought of something brilliant. "I could be the lead singer!"
Before Gordo or Miranda could even say anything, I raced inside, got to my locker, opened it, and pulled out a piece of paper. I had just thought of a song.
'Why not take a crazy chance? Why not do a crazy dance? If you lose a moment, you might lose a lot. So why not? Why not?'