I don't own Greyson Chance! I only own Allison. And you people are getting spoiled, I only got two reviews last night. They are my golden two, haha. Greyson's 14th b-day is three days before mine! So he's literally only three days older than me. PLEASE review!

This chapter is continuing where we left off. As a recap, Greyson and Allison just heard from Greyson's mom. They are about to learn that Ellen called. Duh-duh-duh.

Greyson

I took my grey and black backpack from my locker and shut the door. "What do you think she wants?" Allison asked.

Okay, it's time that you get a mental picture of what's really going on. I'm not a very good artist, but I'm going to see if I can describe Allison without her hitting me. First of all, she has long, past-shoulder length auburn-colored hair. It's more blond, but it's classified as auburn. She had three bundles of feathers in her hair. Blue, black, white, and green. She was wearing jeans a little past the knee with several holes, her brother's holey black converses, a black All Time Low shirt, and millions of bracelets. Her iphone was in her pocket, the earphones draped into one of the belt loops of her jeans. She had lots of eyeliner on, which she usually does.

"I don't know. Let's just hope we're not in trouble." She grabbed her books and shut her locker and we went outside.

"Yeah, right. She would have come to school, barged into the classroom, and we both would have gotten beaten up," I replied. It was true, a mysterious phone call wasn't like Mom. Last time she had come to school, she had stormed into Chorus class, all raving mad, call my full name (which, if you didn't know, it's Greyson Michael Chance), and ground me. Then she would have left and I would have gotten beat up by the school bullies and became a laughing stock for the next two years.

"You're right. That does sound like your mom," she said as we crossed the street.

"Yep. Good times," I sighed. We both laughed and walked the rest of the way to my house.

Allison POV

When we got in the door, Greyson's mom was almost bursting with excitement. "The ELLEN producers called today," she said. Greyson and I looked at each other. Greyson's mom was not good at joking. And pretending to be excited, that was even worse.

"Um, no they didn't," Greyson said, tugging on one of his bracelets. "Stop joking, mom."

"Go pack. We're leaving at eight. And we had an extra ticket so I wondered if Allison wanted to come with us," she replied. It was my turn for my jaw to drop.

"I'll, uh, ask my dad," I said.

"I already did. We're leaving for L.A. and you're going to be on the show Wednesday." I squealed my girly-girl squeal and ran up to Greyson's room behind him.

"WE"RE GOING TO L.A!" Greyson kept repeating over and over.

"I, like, can't stop smiling," I said, flopping on his bed. He opened his closet and took the suitcase from under the bed. He started to throw random clothes into the suitcase, not even bothering to fold them. A black t-shirt landed on my face once and I threw it in the suitcase. Soon I heard keys jingling and Greyson's brother, Tanner, looked in the doorway.

"I guess mom told you about the call," he said, pointing to the room. Half of his stuff was out on the floor, absolutely covering the carpet. I nodded. Greyson peeked out from his closet and shut the door. I zipped up his bag. Just then,Greyson's mom walked into the room.

"Allison, are you staying for dinner?" She asked.

"Uh, sure," I replied. "I just need to pack and stuff." She nodded.

"Okay. Greyson can go with you, Tanner will finish up packing for you," she replied, and frowned into the suitcase. Tanner groaned and scowled at Greyson, while we both took off across the street to my house.

Okay, this one wasn't as good as the last one. It was super short, too. I do that. Just got some feathers in my hair, they're purple… like a purple sky! Just found out that in my class is the girl in 6th grade who nearly killed me with mean words… goodbye, 8th grade year. But several of my old friends are in there, like Shawn and Josie, but no Lindsey or Luci or Jannah… enough of my chatter. REVIEW, my little monkeys! And keep your skies purple, people!