I don't know, own, or date any of McFly, yadda yadda yadda...You probably guessed that.
A couple weeks later when I checked the mailbox, I wasn't surprised to still have a lack of letters from McFly. I slapped the mail on the kitchen table and poured myself a glass of milk and grabbed a couple Oreos. I popped one in my mouth and started chewing, when the phone rang. I swallowed and answered.
"Hello?"
"OH MY GOSH HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING MTV?!?!"
I literally had to hold the phone away from my ear; otherwise I would've gone deaf. "Hello to you too," I said, going into the living room and turning the TV on. It was already on MTV.
"Okay, so it's something about the McFly contest. So?"
Amanda was probably looking at the phone in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? They're going to the winner's house!"
I rolled my ears and started watching the TV. Something about the town looked familiar. That's when I realized why Amanda was so excited.
"Um, are you talking about the fact that they're here?" I asked, crossing my fingers and hoping she wouldn't start screaming.
Amanda took a deep breath. "Duh."
"Do you know what this means?"
"What?" Amanda surprisingly didn't seem so interested in what it was. Or maybe not so surprisingly. She was probably staring at Danny.
"If someone from our town won, that's going to create a huge havoc."
Amanda scoffed. "It's more than that! They'll show the winners house right? We could jump over there before they leave and maybe get an autograph or a picture! I'll just start recording the rest of the show…"
They said something about showing the winner after these messages. Then the doorbell rang.
"Uh, 'Manda, I have to call you back," I said, hanging up before she could say anything.
I opened the door and nearly fainted. Because standing on my doorstep was a cameraman and the host of TRL. And alongside them stood Tom, Dougie, Danny and Harry.