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III - Carly

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Chapter Three- Carly

I waited a while after I had run into the storage of the store. I didn't mean to run off, I just was overwhelmed. My least favorite person in the world was complimenting my music, and it kind of just set me off. If he had just been another person saying I played well, I wouldn't have run away like I had.

Slowly, as if to not break the door, I stepped out and walked over to the counter, where Stan was. Stan was the old man that worked here, that greeted me when I came in every day.

"Ah, there you are! I've been looking for you, Carly." He smiled, setting down the book he was reading. My face must have been confused, because he laughed and started to explain. " I'm offering you a job here, I'f you'd take it. You only have to come Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays, but you can come everyday. It's just playing music outside the store to attract customers."

I was astonished. That's what I do now, anyway, but now I'll get paid to do it? My mind leaped in excitement at the thought alone.

"Of course, I'd love to work here! I get paid right?" I turned serious at the end, and when his face relished in pure astonishment, I bursted into a fit of giggles-yes, giggles- that set him off laughing also. Stan was a very nice man, one of the few people I can actually trust and let my walls down around. I can barely trust anyone, besides Caroline, Stan, and my older brother, Austin, who lives in America now, with his wife, Jasiah. I've met her a few times, of course, but I don't know her that well. I believe she has a brother around my age.

Stan's voice knocked me out of my thoughts. "Yes, why wouldn't you get paid? You'll be an employee." He chuckled. My smile grew, and without thinking, I threw my arms around him, which is equally hard with a counter in between us, and the fact that he wasn't expecting it. With hesitation, he put his arms around my frame softly, as if not to break me. He knew I didn't touch people often, or like to be touched. He was one of the few people I allowed to touch me.

Within a moment, we broke apart, my smile beaming and his eyes bright. I smiled and thanked him, turning and walking out. Once outside the store-knowing all the while Stan could see me- I jumped in the air and screamed. I could feel his amusement from here. I finished celebrating quickly and drove home.

The moment I got home, the phone rang. I bolted into the kitchen and grabbed the phone off the counter, knowing that Caroline had set it there and I'd scold her for not hanging it up later.

"Hello?" I answered, out of breath from running home. There was no responds for a moment, but I could hear rustling and breathing.

"Hello, is this Ms. Moore?" The voice asked. It sounded feminine, yet manly. How is that possible?

"Yes, this is she." I chuckled at my poshness. The person on the other end explained how they'd like to have a meeting about my music.

"We'd like you to come meet us, and decide if you'd like to be signed. One of our singers heard you this morning. They said you had a very nice voice." The man-which I figured out from talking- laid on the table. I pondered this for a moment. Did I really want to give up a normal life for this?

After a moment or two of thought, I finally answered. "I'll see you later then." They gave me directions and I wrote them down. We thanked each other and hung up. I stood there, shocked. I was getting a record deal?

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I threw things out of my closet, searching for the perfect outfit. I ripped my closet apart, and my room looked as if a tornado had hit. I wanted to impress the people, whoever they were.

Throwing more clothes over my shoulder, and not looking behind me, I heard a groan and a thump. I whirled around to see Caroline in my doorway, her head covered by a black top. She was on the floor, holding up a shoe I guess I had thrown. She pulled the black top off her head and threw it back at me, followed by the shoe.

"Need something?" I teased, turning back to my closet, pulling out more and more tops. She huffed and walked over to my bed, plopping herself down.

"What in the world are you doing?" She started to go through different piles of clothes around her feet and on the bed. I smiled and turned around to face her, a blue dress in my hands.

"Going to meet some people about a recording contract. Is this good?" I held up the dress, and she beamed. Nodding vigorously, she ran over to me and pulled me down in my desk chair. She whirled me around to face the mirror on the wall and went to work on my makeup.

Within ten minutes, she had finished my makeup and picked out jewelry to fit the dress. She had gone on and on about how they'd accept me on the spot, without needing any information. She said I'd be that appealing. I doubted it.

She shoved me into the washroom to change. I pulled off my previous clothes and put on the dress, along with spandex shorts. I put on the jewelry and fixed my makeup a little. Walking out, she gasped as she saw me. I smiled and sat back down in the chair as she started to curl my wavy brown hair.

"You'll look beautiful." The brunette smiled at me in the mirror as she continued to curl. I sighed, thanking her. Thoughts went rushing through my mind. What if they didn't like me, what if they found out....

This is how I found myself outside the studio of Syco Records. The worse part? Five cheeky boys standing outside the door, waiting for me. Even worse part? They told me I wasn't even here for a record deal. I was here for the stupid green eyed, curly-haired boy who wanted to get to know me more. My problem? I wasn't going to let this happen.

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Sorry I tried to update yesterday, but it didn't work even though right after I checked and it showed it published. I'm bloody sorry.

update Thursday!

-Payton xx