You know, this is the second chapter! WOW. That was REALLY random. Anyway, I'm posting the second chapter, and I think I'll post the 3rd one in a sec too, ok? SO, after you read this, read the 3rd, or if I don't have the 3rd up yet, no need to waste any time, REVIEW. Or else, wait until the 3rd one is up!

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Chapter 2 "Surprise, Surprise."

I waited anxiously by the gate of the plane they would arrive on, with Cole and Dylan.

I was in jeans, with fuzzy blue boots on the outside, the jeans tucked in. I was also wearing a blue long sleeve sweater, with a white undershirt and V neckline, and my hair up in a ponytail.

Dylan and Cole were both dressed in jeans, but Dylan had an orange long sleeve shirt on, while Cole had a red one. They also both had a jean jacket on too.

We all waited at the gate, sitting in the airport chairs that look like blue plastic hammocks, fiddling with our thumbs.

When the plane arrived, people started coming out of the tunnel, and eventually we saw Ally and Judy through the crowd of tell men and pregnant women.

Ally was easy to notice, with her bright green t-shirt on, and jeans, with her white flip flops. Her hair was as it normally was, straight down to her shoulders.

Judy was in a purple shirt, with 2 or 3 buttons at the top, with jeans and flat tennis shoes. Her hair was not as it normally was, straight and long, but it was curly and still the same length.

"Hey!!" I shouted as they came over to us, with their backpacks hanging off of their shoulders, looking as if they were filled with enormous rocks that weighed 300 pounds.

"Hey!" They both said in unison as they approached us, giving their heavy backpacks to Dylan and Cole, as if they were their servants.

"Why do we have to carry them?" Cole said, sarcastically, with Dylan adding a "Yah?" "Because we say so, that's why." Judy said, sarcastically also, looking at them with a glare in her eye.

"Ok, fine, fine." Dylan said, taking Judy's backpack and swinging it over his shoulder, Cole doing the same with Ally's.

We all walked out of the airport, Dylan on the left of me, and Ally on the right. Judy was next to her, with Cole to her right. We were all walking peacefully, which was not normal, until something normal happened.

Fans crowded around me everywhere, with something for me to sign for them. All of them shouted the same things, "Julia! Can I have your autograph! I'm your biggest fan!"

There were about 20 kids there saying that, and then it finally stopped with all the madness and went back to the 5 five of us walking out of the airport.

Outside, while we were waiting for my mom's car, more normal things happened.

I got interviewed by about 5 magazines, and then people started to notice that it was THE Julia Young that was there and they all wanted to take a picture with me.

Then, when we got away from the big crowd of fans, I heard a faint voice beside me.

It was one I had heard before, but not in a very long time. "Excuse me, not to bother you, but I'm a big fan, can I have your autograph?" The voice said, sounding really familiar.

"Sure." I said, turning to the side, seeing that it was my good friend Jackson from my Social Studies class in 7th grade.

"Hey Jackson!" I said, giving him a hug, very excitedly. "Hey Julia!" He said back to me, as I signed the piece of paper for him.

I found out that Judy and Ally planned for him to be there, and that he was invited by them. I told him he could stay at Dylan and Cole's with them, sure that they wouldn't mind.

We all piled into my mom's new Nissan Morono and then headed off to the recording studio to go back to work on my CD.

They all thought it would be fun to do, and they didn't really mind at all. Ally and Judy probably wanted to see the hot guitar player I told them about earlier, and Dylan and Cole liked pressing buttons, which they would probably get Jackson into doing too.

We drove up to the studio, and then got out of the car, one by one. Dylan, Cole, and I could tell this was something they had never seen before, with all the microphones, and switches everywhere.

I went to the little mini fridge that was in the corner, and got myself a bottle of water, and everyone else got a soda.

I went into the little booth, while the rest of them stayed out in the other part of the studio with the producers, and control people.

One of the producers told me what track to sing, which was another one of my old songs called, High School, and then the band started to do their thing.

I started to sing into the microphone that was in front of my mouth, having everyone's eyes focused on me for those 4 minutes in time. Not like I didn't ever not have eyes on me, if that's what you thought.