Should iGo to New York? Chapter 3: iGet Busted, an icarly fanfic

Authors Note: Heeey! Thank you so much for your nice reviews. I love you guys!

Well here is another chapter of Should iGo to New York. This chapter has two new characters in it, so watch out. Taylor Swift is not famus in this one, she's just a normal school girl. Btw. pics on my profile of the new characters, the outfits, and the songs.

Disclaimer: I do not own iCarly, Haunted by Taylor Swift or Stronger by Jennette McCurdy. Sad, isn't it?

iGet Busted

Sam's POV

''There, I'm done,'' I said to myself relieved. I just finished my application to college. To Juilliard. You know, that performing art school in New York. I wanted to come in to the singing/songwriting and instruments department. I recorded a song i wrote, and I had a lot of stage experience from iCarly. And I wrote down all the instruments I played(just sayin', that list ain't short), and all the other things they needed to know.

I posted the application while I walked to the Bushwell on my way to school to pick up Carly and Freddie.

...

''Saaam, why'd you get me to but twelve packages of Fat Cakes for you?'' Freddie complaned as we walked into school.

'' 'Cause I was hungry, and I left my money at home,'' I explaied.

''Ughh, would you two just stop fighting all the time?'' Carly asked with a smirk on her face, as if she knew something we didn't .

''No!'' me and the nub shouted at the same time. Carly just rolled her eyes, and we walked to our lockers. I spotted Taylor on the other side of the hall by the drinkig fountain. A lot of people would never belive that Taylor and me would be friends, but we were actually pretty close. She was the only one except from my mom and Melanie who knew about my ''secret life'', and that I applicated to Juilliard. She wasn't as tomboyish as me, she was actually a lot like Carly. Cute and kind. She understood me. She had blond curls and blue eyes like me, but had a completely different style. She wore cute dresses and vintage clothes. Often with flower pattern on.

''Hey Taylor!'' I shouted at her and ran over to her. ''Don't forget to meet me in the music room after school,'' I reminded her.

''Hi Sam, wouldn't miss it for the world,'' she said and smiled at me.

''Good, see ya then,'' I said and began to walk away.

''See ya,'' she replied back.

I walked over to my locker and Carly.

''What was that all about?'' she asked me with a smile.

''Oh, nothing. Just said hey,'' I answers as I began to put my books into the locker.

''Oh, okay,'' she said. ''Well I gotta go, Ms. Briggs is gonna be furious with me if I don't get to class now. Bye!'' she said as she walked away.

You'r probably wondering why I'm going to meet Tay after school in the music room, huh? Well, every Thursday our amazing music teacher let us borrow the music room, so Tay and me are playing and singing together.

''Come on Sam, don't wanna be late to music class,'' Freddie said walking over to me. Freddie and I had this class together with Taylor. I smiled as we walked up the stairs, down the hall and into the music room. I saw Taylor, so I dragged Freddie with me over to her.

''Hey Tay,'' I greeted her and she giggled at the rhyme.

''Hey Sam. Hi Freddie,'' she said and greeted us as well.

''Hey Taylor, how's it going?'' Freddie said. They had algebra together, so they knew each other a little. Just then Principal Franklin came inn with a pretty handsome man. Maybe mid thirties?

But were was Holly?

''Hello class, I'm just here to say that Ms. Martin has taken an early vecation, and that Mr. Stanley is going to be your music teacher the rest of the year,'' Principal Franklin said.

Mr. Stanley must have noticed my disappointed face 'cause he shot in with ''But Holly told me what was going on. Who of you that are gonna use the music room after school and stuff like that.'' He smiled at me probably because I got a relieved look on my face. Principal Franklin left, and Mr. Stanley continued speaking.

''Well, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Mike Stanley, but I don't like to be called Mr. Stanley, so just call me Mike. I am a former artist in a band. And if any of you ever need to talk to someone about anything, I will be there and I will actually care. Unlike the school counselor. Any questions?''

''How old are you?'' Will asked.

''I'm therty five.''

''Were do you live?'' Kiara asked.

''I just moved into an apartment down town after I quit my band.''

''Why'd you quit your band?'' asked Taylor.

''I've been there long enough, and I need to find someone.''

''Why'd you began working at Ridgeway?'' Freddie asked.

''Well, I needed a job, and I saw that they needed a music teacher, so I called so fast as I could.''

''You got any kids?'' I asked. He looked down at the floor and back up again. It looked like he was hiding a sad expression.

''Uhh...yeah. Two actually.'' He was fast at changing the subject. ''Soooo... more questions?'' he asked. Everyone was quiet. ''Okay then, before we start, Holly wanted me to give a shoutout for the only person in ten years who got a A+ on their song writing assignment.'' He picked up a paper and looked at it. His facial expression changed to slight shocked while he read the name. Then I saw it become happy.

''Sam Puckett,' he said with a smile. My head jerked up in surprise.

''What? Serously?'' I asked happy, but soon I realised something. ''Ughhhh, you couldn't have told me yesterday!'' Tay was the only who knew what I was talking about.

''Chillax, you're gonna get in,'' she whispered.

''Yeah, yeah...'' I said while I stood up and walked towards Mike. If I had that on my application, it would be so much bigger chanse I would get into Juilliard.

''You know, I read it. I even played it since you put notes on it. It's just plain beautiful,'' he smiled at me and handed me the paper. Before I could go sit bak down, he grabbed my shoulder and whispered ''And don't worry. I called the school and made sure that they would put this together with your application. You'll get in for sure.''

''You know what school I'm applying to?'' I asked shocked. I only told Tay, my mom and Melanie.

''Well, yeah... I kinda overheard you and Taylor talk about it. I hope you'r not angry at me for eavesdropping, but when I heard you were gonna apply to Juilliard, I could't resist. And now that they know you'r the first in ten years to get an A+ on this assignment, their totally gonna let you in. Scholarship and everything, I'm sure of it.'' I couldn't help but smile my biggest smile at him. I jumped up and hugged him. He laughed and hugged me back.

''Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're officially my new favorite teacher!'' I yelled. I pulled back and jumped back to my seat. The rest of the class stared at me. ''What are you looking at!'' I asked warningly. They all looked away scared, and I smirked. But I couldn't help but notice the connection I immediately got with Mike. It was a bit strange, but I shrugged it off.

I'm going to Juilliard! I'm going to Juilliard! I'm going to Juilliard!

Freddie's POV

What happened in music class was a little weird. I mean, Sam jumped up and hugged a teacher. Well wathever, I had to meet up with my band. Yeah, you read right, I'm in a band. We call our self Empty Eyes. I don't know how we got that name, but it's cool, so it doesn't matter.

The band members was me, Jake(the boy who couldn't sing but is awesome at playing guitar), Shane, Will and Seth. I was the vocalist and played guitar. I also wrote the songs. Jake also played guitar, Shane played keyboard, Will played the drums and Seth the bass. We got to borrow the music room in school, because our music teacher is totally awesome. It was someone there before us. They had, like, half an hour to go. So I decided to see who it was.

I walked to the door of the music room and heard some familiar voices. It sounded like Taylor. Well I'm not shocked. But it was another voice there to. It sounded like... no it couldn't be...Could it?

I peeked into the room, and saw Taylor and... SAM? What was she doing here?

I saw that she took the violin out of the case. Violin? And I saw Taylor grabbing a guitar.

Sam began playing on the violin, and boy, she was good! Taylor began on the guitar, and they started singing.

(bold: Taylor, bold italic: Sam, italic: both)

''You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break

It's getting dark, and it's all too quiet
And I can't trust anything now
And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake

Oh, I'm holding my breath
Oh Won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
You're all I wanted

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
Can't turn back now, I'm haunted

Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I said to you

He would try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishing he was you instead

Oh, I'm holding my breath
Oh, Won't see you again
Something keeps me holding on to nothing

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
You're all I wanted

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
Can't turn back now, I'm haunted

I know, I know
I just know
You're not gone
You can't be gone, no

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
Won't finish what you started

Come on, come on, don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can't breathe whenever you're gone
Can't go back, I'm haunted

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
Never ever thought I'd see it break
Never thought I'd see it ''

Wow... I never heard Sam sing, but she sounded like an angel. I walked into the room clapping.

Both girls looked up, surprised to see me. Taylor smiled while Sam looked like she just saw a ghost.

''You liked it?'' Tay asked.

''Liked it? I freaking LOVED it!'' I saw Sam smile a little. ''That was the most awesome song I ever heard, you two are now officially my new favorite artist.''

''Well, I'm not an artist, but come again in a few years when Sam is graduated from Juilliard, and say that to her,'' Taylor said and slapped her hand over her mouth and looked over to Sam, who had a warningly glare plastered on her face. Wait, Juilliard!

Tay looked at her clock, ''Oh, four therty already? I gotta go. Bye Sam. And I'm so sorry!'' she said as she ran out of the room. I looked at Sam.

''Juilliard?'' I asked with a smile on my face. She sighed and looked up at me.

''I'm not accepted yet, I sent my application in this morning,'' she said.

''Well you will get in for sure!'' I said. She smiled her beautiful smile at me.

''Thanks,'' she said and suddanly thaugh of something. ''Hey, you know those answers I gave that iCarly viewer on the music things?'' She asked.

''Yeah,'' I nodded and remembered exactly what she said.

''I lied,'' she began. ''I mean i liked everything i said, but it's not my favoite.''

''Well, what is it then?'' I asked curiously.

''I like country, I applied to the country music department at Juilliard,'' she said. I wasn't shocked. When I heard her hum on Jolene the other day, I almost suspected it. I only smiled bigger.

''What instruments do you play, exept violin? Which, by the way, you play professionally. You were awesome.'' I told her. She smiled and replied.

''I play the most, you wanna see?'' she asked.

''Yes!'' I almost shouted. She chuckled and began to show me. We walked around the music room the next twenty minuts. She played a short tune on almost everything. When we came to the piano, she stopped and looked at it.

''And then there is the piano,'' she said. ''It was the first instrument I learned to play. My dad taught me.'' I knew her dad was a subject she felt uncomfotrable talking about, so I didn't ask about it. But I asked about something else.

''Can you sing me a song?'' She looked up at me. She hesitaded a bit.

''Yeah...'' she spoke in a soft voice while she sat down on the piano chair. I sat beside her. It was just enough space for the both of us. Then she spoke up. ''You know how my dad left, right?''

''Yeah?''

''Well, a couple of years ago I wrote this song about it, 'cause I began thinking of it more, and I realised. He hasn'n come back yet, so why should I hope for it...'' I nodded. ''Well, here we go...''

She than began to play a beautiful piano tune. Then she began to sing.

''You feel out of breath,

Used up, and broken down
Just like shattered glass

In pieces on the ground
Some days you wanna scream

But you can't make make a sound
But your not alone

Here comes another day,

Here comes another fight
You'd rather give it up

Then give it one more try
Cause no one understands

The way you feel inside
But your not alone

Right now it feels like the end of the world
All your battles are lost
You've been cheated (mistreated)
Just when you think that you can't hold on any longer
Hold on a little bit longer
Trust me, you'll see
You'll be so much stronger

It's only temporarily

But it feel like your stuck
Like no wishing well

but it will change your luck
They say when one door closes

Another opens up
You walk right through

Yeah you know what to do

You'll might have to bend

But your not gonna break
Wipe the tears from your eyes

And the fear off your face
You know deep down inside, you've got what takes.

You'll be so much stronger''

I just sat and stared at her through the whole song. She was so beautiful. Her voice was so beautiful. She had her eyes closed through the whole song. Then she looked at me. I started slowly to lean in. She did to. But then, of course, I got a text.

We both pulled away fast. She got up and pretended like nothing had happend. I looked at my text. It was from Will. The practice was canceled.

''Uhh, I..I gotta go now,'' Sam said.

I nodded and said ''Yeah, me too.''

She waved and smiled. ''Bye,'' she said and walked out.

''Bye,'' I said after her.

While I walked home I thought about what had happened back in the music room. She trusted me. She told me her secret. Now I knew the real her. And I loved her. We almost kissed. Could she like me too? But one thing I knew. I couldn't stand beeng away from her if she got accepted into Juilliard. And I knew she would.

I walked right into my room when I came home. I looked at my application to UCLA. And I threw it away. I pulled out my laptop and went to the NYU website.

Sam's POV

Oh my God! I almost kissed the nub. But he leaned in first. Did he like me? But I leaned in as well. Stupid phone. Did I like him? Maybe. This made the thought of maybe going to Juilliard seem less exiting. Ughhh! Why did it had to be so complicated?

Authors Note: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Freddie loves Sam!

Btw. Did you see the Hannah Montana reference. If you can find it, you'll get a invisible cupcake;) Stay tuned, and remember to review!

-Miss lil'SeddieShipper