"You're gonna be in a band?!" I was so excited for my friend Brittney. She played the drums and was an excellent singer. Brittney had been playing the drums since she could remember, and had tried numerous times to start her own band, and had joined many bands, just to fall apart a few weeks later. "I'm so happy for you Brittney! So, what's the band called and who else is in it?"
"Slow down April, slow down. The band is called Crazy Girls. The band consists of me, Mallory Anderson, Monica Johnson and Megan Jacobson."
"What do they do?"
"Mallory plays the keyboards or piano, Monica plays the guitar and Megan plays the saxaphone."
"Cool! When are you gonna play? I'll come to every one of your concerts."
"We have to practice first. But our first gig is at the little cafe on the corner of First and South. Um, Coffee House Cafe."
"When is it?"
"Next Saturday night."
"Well, you know, my dad manages music groups. Maybe he can get you signed."
"He can? I mean, will he?"
"He could. I can bring him to the cafe on Saturday to hear you play."
"You mean, you'd do that for us?!"
"Of course! You're my best friend. But, I get front row seats and backstage passes to every concert when you get signed."
"You sure sound confident."
"I'm pretty sure. I mean, if you don't suck, which I'm positive you don't, you'll get signed." The final bell for our lunch period rang.
"I'll call you when I get home April."
"Kay. Bye Brittney." We set off in different directions to go to our fourth hour class. I had world history. Fortuneately, I was able to space out because we had a substitute and were watching a movie. 'If they get signed, would the open for someone before they go on tour? What if they opened for Hanson? Oh my god I'd meet them!' I smiled at the thought to myself. Then something hit me on the right side of my face.
"Hey!" I whispered loudly. I bent over and picked up the crumpled piece of paper, flattened it out on my desktop and began to reading:
April-Lance Peterson! My eyes grew wide and my chin dropped. I was sure of it. I looked right, from where the note had come from. Lance was in the seat two rows over, carefully paying attention to the movie. Lance Peterson! Wow! Okay. Lance Peterson is the hottest boy in this school, and he's never even spoken to me before. We've been in the same classes since sixth grade. That was four years ago. He's never talked to me- ever. Now this! This is the best day in the world! I leaned over and dug for my purple pad of paper I use for writing notes.
The next dance is coming up in a couple of weeks, and I was
wondering if you'd like to go with me. I know we don't know
eahcother very well, but my friends have been buggin' me to
ask you. Please be my date for the Spring dance.
Lance Peterson.
Lance-I crumpled it up and tossed it over in Lance's direction. It was a perfect shot- landed on his desk in front of him. I turned my attention to writing a note to Brittney. I had to tell her about this.
Hi! I'd love to go with you to the Spring Dance. One
question though- what made you finally decide to talk
to me- write back.
April :-)
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