CPOV
After singing in the park, my life changed! I was on the News one morning! People were starting to ask for my autograph when I walked down the street. They asked to take pictures with me.
One of the best parts is that people didn't bully me anymore! I was popular, in my own sort of way. Tina would just ignore me, Zach actually broke up with her, admitting he thought she was ugly the whole time.
He tried to become friends with me. I made him an acquaintance. He wasn't a friend or an enemy. You'd think I'd have a best friend by now. But I don't.
Now back to the present, let's see what else happened in my life!
I woke up to my alarm buzzing. I got up and took a small shower. I blow dried my hair. Now that I was a little more noticed, I wore some nicer clothes. I put on a sparkly white cropped shirt; overall shorts; and white high tops.
I brushed my hair which had turned from brown to blonde. I put it into a high side ponytail and curled the wisps. I put on a light pink lip gloss and some rosy blush.
I grabbed my black backpack and phone, then walked downstairs.
Mom was cooking breakfast. She set a plate of buttermilk chocolate chip pancakes in front of me. She filled a glass up with milk and gave it to me. Mom wasn't as rushed today because she had the day off.
I walked outside, but first grabbing my new car keys! YES! With all the money I made at my big performance at the park, I had enough money to get a blue Camaro with black stripes!
I drove to school with confidence. I parked in the school parking lot and jumped out. I locked the car and headed inside.
Unfortunately, I was stopped my Zach in the courtyard. He sat me down at a bench near a fountain. "Tell me why you won't trust me?"
I laughed. He thought I would ever even think about trusting him? "Zach, you bullied me, you still bully the people, you've slept with all the sophomore girls on campus, and you're a self-conceited jerk!"
Zach frowned at me. "I stopped doing those things! I've changed!"
I rolled my eyes. Like I would believe that. I walked away. I pulled out my phone and started searching the ITunes store. When the 1st period warning bell rang, I hurried over to my locker and grabbed my biology books. I rushed to the next building, climbed up the stairs to the third floor and rushed into room 6a.
The teacher nodded at me. I took a seat right as the tardy bell rang. I took out my biology notebook and started writing down the things our teacher was saying. I wrote down the examples. Made sure to write down the steps.
After 1st period, I walked to my locker and set my biology books down. 2nd period was music so I grabbed our music textbook, a pencil and some sheets of notebook paper.
I walked down the hall and took a right into the music room. Our teacher Ms. Carmen was a punky 25 year old rocker. She was from England and had a British accent.
I sat down next to Eliza Hampton, a transfer student from Oklahoma. She was sweet and kind.
Ms. Carmen walked up to the tiny stage. "Today, rockers, we will have an open mic. You can sing, perform, sing. Sing what you've learned in this class. Every one of you will have to sing something today and lets start it off with…" She started searching the classroom. "Zachary Goode!"
Zach and his buddies high-fived and Zach made his way up to the stage. He stood there for a minute thinking of which song to sing. After standing there for a while, Zach grabbed the microphone.
I rolled my eyes. This wouldn't be fun.
Zach started singing, in a not bad but not good voice. He sang a song by the Fun. legends. After singing, Zach got off the stage, and sat back down.
The names were called off and the people would sing. Finally mine name was called. Ms. Carmen smiled at me. "Best for last dear."
Suddenly people from Foundation Radio came in. An important looking man walked in. "Hi Miss Morgan. We're here to hear you sing something. If we think you're good enough, you get an offer for a record label."
On the outside I smiled nervously. On the inside I felt like OMG!
I calmed myself down a little and walked up to the stage. I racked my brain for a song to sing. I started singing one I made when I was 13. It was "Impossible" (by Shontelle).
I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did, I did
And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless, I forgot
I did
And now when all is done
There is nothing to say
You have gone and so effortlessly
You have won
You can go head tell them
Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the rooftops
Write it on the skyline
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
Now my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, impossible
Impossible, Impossible
Falling out of love is hard
Falling for betrayal is worse
Broken trust and broken hearts
I know, I know
And now when all is gone
There is nothing to say
And if you're done with embarrassing me
On your own you can go ahead tell them
Tell them I was happy
And my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, Impossible
Impossible, Impossible
Impossible, Impossible
Impossible, Impossible
Ooh impossible (yeah, yeah)
I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did
Tell them all I know now
Shout it from the rooftops
Write it on the skyline
All we had is gone now
Tell them I was happy
Now my heart is broken
All my scars are open
Tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible, Impossible
Impossible, Impossible
I remember years again
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did…
I smiled at the Foundation Radio people. The important man smiled back. "Great performance! We'll let you know in a couple days." I felt like squealing, but contained myself. Oh what a beautiful day it is!
ZPOV
Man, I suck at singing! After I finished the song though, I smiled like a complete idiot. But Cammie! She could sing. I mean people from my favorite radio came, to tell her she might get a record label! This was huge!
I felt like picking her up and twirling her. I felt like patting her on the back, hugging her, something! But she didn't believe me. Who would?