Grace Cameron POV
I went to my room after having lunch with my huge family—seven brothers and two sisters. I decided to check my e-mail. We—Sarah, Zoey, Skinner and myself—had a band and sent a video of our concert for the school to raise money for Joplin and Haiti and other places recovering from natural disasters to six different record producers.
So far, we had two straight-up no's, one polite you're-not-what-were-looking-for, one that died of a stroke before he could reply. I logged into my e-mail and I saw that I had two unread e-mails. One was from Gustavo Rocque; I chose to open that one first. What he wrote wasn't pretty; he also said no.
The other e-mail was from Geoffrey Stone. The e-mail read:
Hello girls of Addiction, I am Geoffrey Stone, head of Stone Records in Los Angeles. I would like to fly you girls out to L.A. to my studio to record some demos and possibly become famous through Stone Records. The criticism I have is the drumming is very good, but the set needs replacing. If you take this offer, you would stay in the Palmwood's Hotel, you will need an adult guardian. Sincerely, Geoffrey Stone.
I screamed and fell out of my chair. My older sister, Tessa, came in to see what the problem was. I was shouting, "L.A.! WE'RE GOING TO L.A.! GEOFFREY STONE WANTS US!"
I called Zoey, knowing that Sarah and Skinner were at her house. They freaked out at the news. I knew I had to go over there; I printed off the e-mail and drove to her house.