*** Chapter sixteen, in the flesh. Again, this chapter is composed of e-mails and actual dialogue type stuff. Thank you for the patience.***
Okay who else here thinks JC Chasez's new CD is addicting? Because piacere thinks its good…but not addicting. Well, she was the one that dragged me to TWO N'Sync concerts. Go figure.
***We do not own Lizzie McGuire. Nothing clever to say about that right now.***
Chapter Sixteen
Roots
***
Dear Lizzie,
Well, I just got back from the mixer, and while I would like to tell you that you are missing one very exciting summer back at home, that would be a lie. It was actually really boring because I knew almost no one.
A lot of people asked about you, though. I told them you were in Chicago and they thought you were on tour or something. I'll tell you, if you do get famous while you are out there, it will be well deserved, because you have an amazing talent, Lizzie McGuire. I am proud to call you my friend.
It's really boring without you here. I guess I was so dependent of you being my entertainment that I didn't even think about doing anything. I am thinking about getting a job, though. I could use a little cash. It cost me enough to get all the film from Rome developed, and now I feel pretty poor. I couldn't even treat you to a soda…even if it was 1950.
I didn't think I would be so excited, but I am really looking forward to Saturday. To be honest with you, I thought I would let this whole Addy thing be your thing, but then it became interesting and besides, I'll get to see you.
Talk you later,
Gordo.
~*~
Dear Lizzie,
It's been a day and you haven't responded but I guess I can't expect you to wait by your computer every minute just for me. No, that'd be unfair.
Besides, I guess Chicago is a really great place. I went there once with my Grandmother and we did the whole see the Cubs, go to the Art Museum and go to some historical sites, but I bet you are getting a much better itinerary. How's fame treating you? Will you be on the next issue of People magazine? Because, that would be the only reason I'd ever agree to buy that magazine. I don't care if it's thirty or who is getting divorced or sued or what people think of some books, but if you are in it, that is all the more reason to buy the magazine. I don't care if you are the picture on the crossword puzzle. That's good enough for me. I can always enlarge it.
Maybe you won't be famous. In a way, I sort of hope you are busy because that would mean you aren't avoiding me. You aren't avoiding me, are you?
E-mail me if you get the chance,
Gordo.
~*~
Gordo,
Sorry!!! I am very busy right now. I am working on negotiations with a record company and I think I might be on Oprah on Friday. The topic is "Accidental Fame," and no one can argue that my fame was accidental. Look out for me.
Lizzie.
~*~
Lizzie,
That is so great! I am happy for you! I don't watch Oprah, although my mom used to watch it until Dr. Phil left, but this is a good reason. That's so exciting! I can't believe I am dating a celebrity. (well, sort of)
I can't believe you are doing talk shows. I guess the real reality of Rome is finally setting in, huh? Have you told Isabella yet because I am sure she would be able to tell you what to expect.
Besides that, what else has been going on? You are coming back home by Saturday, right? I am not going to see Addy and Robert by myself. This is something we have to do together.
I think my parents noticed that I was getting bored, so they recommended that I learn a language. They mentioned this yesterday, but didn't say much more than that, so I didn't give it much thought. BUT, today they brought it up again, even though I pointed out to them that I am not a language person. Language is not my forte. If you want to talk math and science, I'll level with you, but not language. Not even English. They told me that they wanted me to learn a language, anyway. They suggested French or Italian and, well, they could have at least picked something a little manlier sounding like German or Turkish. At least those sound strong. My mom didn't understand because she commented that, "French is such a pretty language." My parents just don't understand.
Anyway, I can't wait to hear you.
Don't let the fame get too much into your head,
Gordo
~*~
Gordo
Can you tape Oprah for me on Friday? Thanks
Lizzie.
~*~
~*~
~Lizzie~
Wednesday
Lizzie walked in to meet with her new manager.
"So, do you have any interest in acting in commercials?" the middle-aged, dark haired woman asked.
Lizzie looked at her aunt and shrugged, "I guess that would be cool."
"Great, because there's an opening in the new McDonald's commercial."
"Okay," Lizzie said. For the past few days, she had just been doing what people tell her to do. Mostly at this point, it was talking with managers, record companies, and producers. It was happening incredibly fast and there was even some tentative talk about Lizzie moving closer to Los Angeles.
"Great!" she said, "Taping isn't until August." She scribbled this on a notepad.
"Okay," Lizzie said, not really worrying about it. She had a long talk with her parents the night before about all of this and what Lizzie really wanted. In other words, her parents were worried that she wasn't ready for the fame and baggage coming with the fame.
"And we scheduled a photo shot to check out some angles and make up and lighting techniques for you."
"When?" her aunt asked.
"Uhh," the manager said, flipping through her note pages, "this Saturday. The place is right outside of Chicago."
"This Saturday?" Lizzie asked, "I'm leaving here on Friday."
The manager looked at Lizzie's aunt, "You can change the flight, right?"
"Sure," Aunt Betsy said.
Lizzie's mind went blank. Her mind was so occupied with all these things, she had a feeling she was forgetting something. Wasn't she busy Saturday?
Okay who else here thinks JC Chasez's new CD is addicting? Because piacere thinks its good…but not addicting. Well, she was the one that dragged me to TWO N'Sync concerts. Go figure.
***We do not own Lizzie McGuire. Nothing clever to say about that right now.***
Chapter Sixteen
Roots
***
Dear Lizzie,
Well, I just got back from the mixer, and while I would like to tell you that you are missing one very exciting summer back at home, that would be a lie. It was actually really boring because I knew almost no one.
A lot of people asked about you, though. I told them you were in Chicago and they thought you were on tour or something. I'll tell you, if you do get famous while you are out there, it will be well deserved, because you have an amazing talent, Lizzie McGuire. I am proud to call you my friend.
It's really boring without you here. I guess I was so dependent of you being my entertainment that I didn't even think about doing anything. I am thinking about getting a job, though. I could use a little cash. It cost me enough to get all the film from Rome developed, and now I feel pretty poor. I couldn't even treat you to a soda…even if it was 1950.
I didn't think I would be so excited, but I am really looking forward to Saturday. To be honest with you, I thought I would let this whole Addy thing be your thing, but then it became interesting and besides, I'll get to see you.
Talk you later,
Gordo.
~*~
Dear Lizzie,
It's been a day and you haven't responded but I guess I can't expect you to wait by your computer every minute just for me. No, that'd be unfair.
Besides, I guess Chicago is a really great place. I went there once with my Grandmother and we did the whole see the Cubs, go to the Art Museum and go to some historical sites, but I bet you are getting a much better itinerary. How's fame treating you? Will you be on the next issue of People magazine? Because, that would be the only reason I'd ever agree to buy that magazine. I don't care if it's thirty or who is getting divorced or sued or what people think of some books, but if you are in it, that is all the more reason to buy the magazine. I don't care if you are the picture on the crossword puzzle. That's good enough for me. I can always enlarge it.
Maybe you won't be famous. In a way, I sort of hope you are busy because that would mean you aren't avoiding me. You aren't avoiding me, are you?
E-mail me if you get the chance,
Gordo.
~*~
Gordo,
Sorry!!! I am very busy right now. I am working on negotiations with a record company and I think I might be on Oprah on Friday. The topic is "Accidental Fame," and no one can argue that my fame was accidental. Look out for me.
Lizzie.
~*~
Lizzie,
That is so great! I am happy for you! I don't watch Oprah, although my mom used to watch it until Dr. Phil left, but this is a good reason. That's so exciting! I can't believe I am dating a celebrity. (well, sort of)
I can't believe you are doing talk shows. I guess the real reality of Rome is finally setting in, huh? Have you told Isabella yet because I am sure she would be able to tell you what to expect.
Besides that, what else has been going on? You are coming back home by Saturday, right? I am not going to see Addy and Robert by myself. This is something we have to do together.
I think my parents noticed that I was getting bored, so they recommended that I learn a language. They mentioned this yesterday, but didn't say much more than that, so I didn't give it much thought. BUT, today they brought it up again, even though I pointed out to them that I am not a language person. Language is not my forte. If you want to talk math and science, I'll level with you, but not language. Not even English. They told me that they wanted me to learn a language, anyway. They suggested French or Italian and, well, they could have at least picked something a little manlier sounding like German or Turkish. At least those sound strong. My mom didn't understand because she commented that, "French is such a pretty language." My parents just don't understand.
Anyway, I can't wait to hear you.
Don't let the fame get too much into your head,
Gordo
~*~
Gordo
Can you tape Oprah for me on Friday? Thanks
Lizzie.
~*~
~*~
~Lizzie~
Wednesday
Lizzie walked in to meet with her new manager.
"So, do you have any interest in acting in commercials?" the middle-aged, dark haired woman asked.
Lizzie looked at her aunt and shrugged, "I guess that would be cool."
"Great, because there's an opening in the new McDonald's commercial."
"Okay," Lizzie said. For the past few days, she had just been doing what people tell her to do. Mostly at this point, it was talking with managers, record companies, and producers. It was happening incredibly fast and there was even some tentative talk about Lizzie moving closer to Los Angeles.
"Great!" she said, "Taping isn't until August." She scribbled this on a notepad.
"Okay," Lizzie said, not really worrying about it. She had a long talk with her parents the night before about all of this and what Lizzie really wanted. In other words, her parents were worried that she wasn't ready for the fame and baggage coming with the fame.
"And we scheduled a photo shot to check out some angles and make up and lighting techniques for you."
"When?" her aunt asked.
"Uhh," the manager said, flipping through her note pages, "this Saturday. The place is right outside of Chicago."
"This Saturday?" Lizzie asked, "I'm leaving here on Friday."
The manager looked at Lizzie's aunt, "You can change the flight, right?"
"Sure," Aunt Betsy said.
Lizzie's mind went blank. Her mind was so occupied with all these things, she had a feeling she was forgetting something. Wasn't she busy Saturday?