I practically dove off of the bus and sprinted all the way home within a minute. I barged through the door, threw my backpack aside and raced upstairs.
"Kara!? What in the-" My mom called after me as I took the stairs three at a time.
"SORRY MOM, MICHAEL MIGHT BE DOING A TWITCH LIVE STREAM!" I shouted back. She sighed, and turned back to whatever she was doing before I got home. My family understood my obsession, well not really, but they accepted it, and I was eternally grateful.
I logged into my fan account and scrolled through my feed to see if Michael had said anything about his live stream. Sadly, I found only disappointed fangirls.
Once I was over the fact that I would not be hearing Michael's beautiful gamer rage today, I was able to appreciate the fact that it was the last day of school
One more year. Just senior year and then I would be free to pursue my career as a songwriter. Kind of. My parents still clung to hope that I would change my mind and go to college and become an engineer or some shit. I knew if I had a job like that, I would die before I got past the first day.
I opened up Microsoft on my computer and started to write. That's usually what I do in my free time, I write. Poems, songs, stories, love letters addressed to Michael Gordon Clifford.
I submitted my work into all types of contests, and not to brag or anything, but people were quoting me on Tumblr left and right. I had a pretty awesome page dedicated to 5sos and my music, for some reason people liked it.
My phone began to buzz, and I was taken aback, as my few friends only text me. I never get calls. I turned the phone around to see that it was an unknown number. It wasn't blocked, so it wasn't a prank call, right?
I answered hesitantly, and a man's voice spoke:
"Hello? Is Kara there?"
My hands were shaking, I was really bad with new people, and I was really bad on the phone.
"Yeah" I squeaked. "That's me..."
"I'm work with Capitol Records, you've submitted your work to us in the past, and one of my coworkers stumbled across your blog the other week. We were wondering if you would be interested in working alongside some of our artist as a songwriter?"
I was shocked, stunned, and speechless. Everything I'd ever wanted was being offered to me, so of course I said:
"Uh, can I ask my mom?"
The man on the other line chuckled and I mentally face-palmed, but he told me that that would be fine, so I raced downstairs to tell my mom.
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Songwriter // Michael Clifford //
FanfictionKara {car-uh} had always wanted to be a poet or a songwriter, and she'd always loved 5sos. Somehow, she'd managed to get a job with their record label to help them write songs, and she had no idea what to expect.
