"Who are those two girls?" Asks Mr. Jeremy Belks to Joseph Parker, the principal at Ringdale Junior High School.
"They are Aairana Jordan and Kaitlyn Smith. Why??" Mr. Parker says in a snotty voice.
"Because they are going to be the next Spice Girls! They have the best voices, and looks that I haven't seen in a LONG time!! I would like to talk to them, do you know which classes they have next? Or would that be too much to ask for?" Mr. Belks replies.
"Well, they have gym next, I think. But I wouldn't even bother with them, they won't ever amount to anything," Mr. Parker adds.
"Well, I think they will!" Mr. Belks exclaims, obviously annoyed. (After all, HE'S the talent agent!!) Just then the two girls walk past the men.
"Erin, Kaitlyn?" Mr. Belks questions.
"Yes, we are, why?" I ask.
"Because I need to talk to you, and both of your parents."
"Why??" Kait asks with a worried tone, "Did we do something wrong?"
"No, of course not," Mr. Belks assures us. "It's just that, I heard you two singing up there and you were INCREDIBLE! I'd like to bring you back to Maine with me, to a camp that's there, Camp Starlite. It's a camp for stars and upcoming stars to come, have fun, relax, and learn more about the music world. It'll also be a place for you girls to make a record. I'm sure that there'll be PLENTY of labels offering to take you."
"Oh wow," I breathed. I looked over to where Kait had been standing a minute ago. She wasn't there anymore. She was laying on the ground, in a dead faint. "Kaitlyn!" I shrieked. Mr Belks and I leaned over to see if she was all right.
"Hmmm...what??" Katie mumbled.
"You fainted, are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she says, sitting up, "It just kind of shocked me. That's all."
"WE'RE GOING TO CAMP STARLITE!!!" I yelled. This was going to be incredible.
"GOOD-BYE!!" We holler, "WE'LL MISS YOU!! WE'LL WRITE AND EMAIL!!!"
