8:03 p.m. (Trisha's view)
WHAT? I seriously considered walking up on stage and demanding the prize for our band. Too late. Joy accepted the trophy, and her army of nerds giggled off backstage. Phil and Tommy were behind us.
"Did you just hear that, guys?"
"Yeah, your band didn't win!"
"Thank you for your insight, Phil. How smart."
"What?"
"Can't you put it to a vote?"
"Those people just wanna leave, Tommy. Let Joy win."
"This time, I'm NOT backing off. Nothing can stop me now!"
"Tommy, wait!"
Too late. He walked onstage, whispered something in Pangborn's ear, and walked back.
"Ahem...it seems we have a problem. Our judges all voted, and the results between Alien Planet and the Golden Wings are tied! We will now proceed in a group vote. Please write the name of the band you would like to win on the ballot being handed out to you. Give the votes to me when you're done. Uh, thank you."
I walked back by Angelica and Kimi. "I sure hope Tommy's plan works," Kimi said. We watched people hand the votes to Pangborn. Lil crossed her fingers and looked anxiously at Tommy. Pangborn was now counting the votes. Uh-oh...he came to the last vote. Thirty for Golden Wings, and thirty for us. The last vote was...
"Our new winners for the annual talent night are...Alien Planet!"
8:09 p.m. (Lil's view)
We won! Stupid Joy and her stupid band of skanks watched angrily as our band played the encore.
4...3...2...1!
Every birthday my mom and dad would say
You're another year older, another year wiser
But I still go to school to get an education
I treat each and every day like a mini-vacation!
All grown up, I really wanna shout it out,
All grown up, I want the world to know!
All grown up, I really wanna shout it out,
All grown up with you!
All grown up with...you!
As the last of us ran offstage, I was stopped by the most unlikely person ever.
"Hi, Tommy."
"Nice job, Lil."
A question I've always wondered about is: How do you kiss someone who's almost seven inches taller than you? I guess it didn't really matter now. "Um...hello...Lil, it's almost 8:15. Mom's gonna freak when you come home late and I tell her what you were doing!"
"Shut up, Phil. Remember, I'm the mature one, so I can kiss whoever I want, stupid."
"Yeah, right."
"Yeah, Phillip. So I'm gonna tell Mom that you were holding hands with Kimi for almost half an hour before our song."
"What are you talking about?"
Phil and I argued all the way home, of course. When I looked back, Joy was gone. She probably went home crying, as usual. What a baby.
THE...END?
a/n: Bad ending, I know, but I'm very unskilled. Give me some credit, though, for just my third story. Oh yeah, keep reviewing!
