Fiona Welsh stood on the stage going over her lines. "Ok, let's take it from the top, Fiona front and center," the drama tether yelled as everyone ran to their spots. "Take it from your first line Fiona. Fiona sighed deeply closed her eyes and waited for the music.

"How strange, This feeling that my life's just begun at last. This change, can people really fall in love so fast? What's the matter with you Cosette? Have you been too much on your own? So many things unclear, so many things unknown." Fiona followed her stage directions until the song was over and the bell rang.

"Ok, ok, I understand you all want to leave but let me tell you this. For the next week and a half there will be rehearsal after school till seven and no one can miss the show is coming fast. Now go," the teacher nodded as Fiona jumped off the stage. She pulled the hair the from her hair and let her long blonde hair fall to her back. She took a seat and pulled out her mirror. Staring at herself she sighed.

"I look nothing like a Cosette." Fiona for sixteen she was average height, with soft baby blue eyes. She wore jeans and white t-shirts practically everyday, unless told so otherwise or in a really good mood. As she went to fix her make up she noticed a lot of the girls staring in her direction and she looked at them puzzled. "Can I help you?" she barked as the girls stopped smiling and looked away.

"You can help me," an all too familiar voice came from behind her. She smiled and stood up and looked at the boy she cherished.

"Matt, what are you doing here?" she whispered with a small smile.

"I told you I wanted a sneak peak at this," he chuckled giving her a hug. Matthew Johnson was a whole foot taller than her at six three, he had grey blue eyes and dark brown hair that could almost pass for black. He was toned in muscle and face which practically made him a target by every girl in the school.

"I told you to come at dress rehearsal," she laughed as the two walked out of the building.

"I know, but have I ever listened to you?"

"Touché," she laughed as they got in his car.

"I knew you had a voice, but I didn't know it was that good, I mean you have the lead."

"Thanks, I guess," she laughed as he patted her back.

"Your welcome, so I was thinking head back to my place and then study for that chemistry test?"

"Sounds like a plan," she nodded putting her seat belt on. They pulled out of the school parking lot and immediately Fiona put her CD in.

"What's this?"

"You'll see," she laughed as the music to Elevate began to play.

"Come on Fi, we've listened to this three weeks in a row," Matt complained reaching to turn it off.

"Your driving and I'm in control of the radio," she slapped his hand away.

"You are obsessed with this band."

"Big Time Rush is better than anything you have ever played," she said as girly as possible. Matt sighed and tried tuning it out. "Come on you don't think it would be awesome to have your own record deal?" she asked him as they walked into his house.

"I never said it wouldn't I'm just saying that I have no interest in that."

"Because you can't sing," she laughed.

"Hi kids," Mrs. Johnson walked in drying a dish.

"Hi, Mrs. Johnson, can you tell your son that a record deal would be amazing."

"Matthew, a record deal would be amazing," she smiled as Fiona laughed.

"I got your mom on my side."

"That's because she loves you."

"And who doesn't," she smiled as they walked to the coffee table.

"How is Les Miserable coming along dear?" Mrs. Johnson called from the kitchen.

"Could be better if a few people bothered to remember their lines but other than that it's really good." Fiona looked at Matt and saw he was staring at her, but it was a different stare like he was hiding something from her. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he nodded pulling himself back to reality. He quickly pulled his chemistry book out and began flipping through the pages. He looked at Fiona and both of them began laughing.

"Your my best friend, you know that," she smiled placing her hand on his. Matt gave her a cowardly smile and nodded before looking back at his book. Mrs. Johnson walked into the living room and put the TV on.

"Mom, we're studying over here."

"I know, I know, but I thought you two should see this," she smiled looking at the teens.

"In local news, Gustavo Rocque of Rocque records will be here in two weeks to find a new singer or singers to bring to Hollywood, so if you think you got it, come on down to West Brook High for an audition, and afterwards stay for the school's musical the performance of Les Miserable," the news anchor said all too cheerfully.

"No way!" Fiona screamed looking at Matt who laughed at her reaction.

"Come on, you actually think you'll get picked out of like a lot of people."

"Come on Matt, you said so yourself I have a great voice, I wouldn't have gotten the lead if I didn't. I am going to audition with or without your help."

"Fine, I'll come to support you, but I'm only doing it because I don't want to come home and go back to school just to see the show." Fiona smiled and hugged him and grabbed her things. "We didn't even study."

"You don't need my help, we pass these tests all the time, I got to go home and start going through some stuff," she hugged him again and ran out the door. She ran across the street and into her house. "I'm home," she shouted throwing her back pack in the corner of the foyer. The house was quiet and empty and Fiona sighed. "That's right everyone's working," she sighed before running up the stairs to her room. She began looking through her CD collection trying to find a good song. After an hour of searching she heard the front door open.

"I'm home," her father's Irish accent echoed through the house. "Anyone home?"

"I am," she called from her room. Fiona came down the stairs and hugged him.

"Your mother called me at work and told me to tell you to pick up the twins, she has to stay at the office late."

"But papa, can't you. I have."

"Fiona?!" She sighed and nodded and hugged him again.

"Yes sir, right away." She grabbed her keys and got in her car and drove to the elementary school. The boys climbed in the back and looked at her.

"Where's mom?" Timmy asked putting his backpack on the floor.

"She's working late," Fiona sighed.

"We bothered you didn't we?" Oscar laughed as she smiled at them.

"Not at all," she said trying to hold the sarcasm in.

"Up, your turning red, yes we did."

"Just put your seat belts on," she rolled her eyes and turned around. She started the drive home when it began snowing. "You've got to be kidding me," she groaned slowing the car down.

"By the time we get home it's going to be New Years."

"Timmy, I don't want to hit any ice, so I would like some silence until we get home."

"HOW'S THIS!" Oscar screamed as she pulled the car over and looked back at them.

"Do you two want to walk home?" The shook their heads and folded their hands.

"That's what I thought." Fiona pulled back onto the road and drove the twins home. After they got out and in the house Fiona sat in her car a little longer resting her head on the steering wheel when a knock came from the window.

"Go away daddy," she groaned as the person outside laughed.

"I won't be doing that," Matt said in the worst Irish accent ever. She climbed out and laughed.

"If my dad heard you just now, he would hang you from a pole."

"Come on, just having a little fun," he hugged her. "You alright? You seem stressed."

"Well I just drove in the snow, I haven't done that…well ever," she sighed as Matt still held onto her keeping her warm. "Want to come in?"

"I would," he laughed as they walked into her house.

I understand I have a lot of open stories right now, but this idea came into my mind and I have a writing schedule so everything should be written at a good pace, please follow this and REVIEW. Thank you.