|DANI|
From the time I was four I had no doubt in my mind that I'd be famous. I didn't know how it would happen, or why I'd be famous, but I never gave up hope that one day I'd make it. I'd look at my freckle dotted tan skin, and chocolate eyes in the mirror and say, "I'd like to thank my mommy and my daddy for this award!"
Well as I got older things got tougher on me. Mom gets sick, dad leaves, and I'm depressed. "Breast Cancer." I remember the doctor saying. "It's called Breast Cancer. But we're doing everything we can to treat your mom. We really think she'll get better." He said to me when I asked why mommy was in the hospital.
As years passed though she didn't. I wasn't seven anymore, I was fourteen. Understanding what breast cancer is and how badly she was doing was a lot easier. So depression round two kicks in. Not diagnosed, but just a broken achy feeling in my heart and soul. So I picked up a paper and pen and I wrote down my feelings. It was spontaneous I suppose. No one told me to, I just did. In a way that rhymed, and in a way that sounded good.
It was a song, I finally decided one day. I had written a song about being lonely and depressed and somehow it made me feel better. Well it sucked, but it made me feel better. And with songs, comes singing.
So there it was, my ticket to fame. Singing and writing songs for a living. It didn't sound to shabby. But living in the suburbs of Orlando didn't really help. There was no way of me getting famous without putting myself out there. Without at least me putting myself out there.
But then mom died, right on my thirteenth birthday. And my thoughts of fame were obscured by the deep pain I was feeling. After the funeral, well I had lost myself. Mom was everything. Not only my parent, but the closest person to me. Closer than any friend I had ever had. I told her the things most people would probably tell their best friend. Lame as it sounds, I told her about my crushes, and fears, and every detail in between. And then suddenly, she was all gone.
So that meant I was an orphan, or so thought. Until I remembered that a short eight years ago and arrogant man that I was cursed to call Dad left us. Surprisingly he steps up to the plate and offers to take me back. Which is fine I guess. Except for a couple things. I hate him, and he lives in New York. But wait, New York? The city that never sleeps? Now that's a place to get famous. So I agreed.
And let me tell you, living in New York seemed like a dream before a got there. I'd picture myself walking through time square with my guitar, sipping at Grande Latte, as I walk through Times Square with 'Walking On Sunshine' playing in the background. Yeah no. Instead of moving to Times Square, we moved to Manhattan.
And instead of walking on sunshine, I was walking of dirty, old, dog and human pee covered streets. There was only no music in the background. Just the sound of my broken heart breaking more. What a sob story right? Well it gets better, don't worry.
But before we get to the good we have to start with the bad.
So here it is, the story of how I got famous. Or should I say we? Confused? That's good, you'll get it soon. So skip to the first day of school at Brookside Highschool.
Sitting in the library alone was how I started that day. Starting at all over the covers of books in the Music section of the library.
"There's a girl in our spot." A heard a whisper say coming towards me. "Be nice." Another voice shot back. And then three girls stood before me.
"Hey." The straight haired blonde said. "I'm Jenn." She added a while later.
"Dani." I said standing up.
"You like music?" She asked.
I nodded, "A lot."
"Well ladies I think we found ourselves a new friend." She said.
"This is Emerson." Jenn said pointing to the girl with wavy brown long hair, and winged tipped liner sharper than a blade. "Hey." Emerson said. "You can call me Em." She added.
"And this is Amber." Jenn pointed to the milk chocolate skinned, black girl with pink and blue mixed into to her many long braids that sprouted out of her ponytail like flowers from the ground.
"Nice to meet you." Amber said holding out her hand. I shook it and smiled. I was never great with introductions, but I felt I had somewhat made myself seem cool.
After arriving to every class late due to my lack schedule reading abilities, it was lunch. "Pizza or chicken?" The lunch lady asked me. "Um, Chick-" "She'll have pizza." A boy said cutting me off.
The lunch lady handed me pizza and I walked out of line looking at the boy who had interfered. "I actually wanted chicken." I said to him. "Trust me, you didn't. Everyone who's been here long enough knows that the chicken here might as well be cardboard." He said laughing at the end.
I looked at him and smiled when he smiled, trying to come off as nice as possible. He had dark eyes, and curly dark blonde hair, that contrasted with his brown rimmed glasses.
"Dani!" Jenn said coming up to me. "Sit with us." She said looking at the boy with narrowed eyes. "And you, stay away from her." She said to the guy, and put an arm around me to lead me towards the check out.
"That's my brother." She explained in line. "He's bad news." She added. "Name?" I asked looking back at him. She blocked my glance with waving hand. "Carter." She gagged.
"Seems like a cute little nerd with a sense of humor right?" She said as walked to the table. I nodded looking at my tray, but looked back up to her dark brown eyes filled with anger.
"Wrong." She said shaking her head. "He screws girls over and we all hate him cause of it. Not to mention he's completely disgusting but unfortunately my fraternal twin." She rolled her eyes.
"Look who I found!" She exclaimed when we got to the table that her, Amber and Emerson were sitting at.
"Hey Dani." Emerson said digging into the pizza. "The pizza here is amazing." She said with her mouth full.
"Cover your mouth!" Amber said laughing. "Not so much the chicken though." She added looking at me.
"I've heard." Is all I said before taking of the pizza that turned out to be amazing.
We did some getting to know each other that first week. Amber lives in an apartment and hates bad manners, and is vegan, Jenn struggles with dyslexia, and really didn't like Carter, and Emerson loves black and trying new makeup techniques. And that was just the first week, those girls embraced me into they're world and didn't let go.
And from there I'd be flying through a series of events and experiences that I wouldn't see coming.
This was just the beginning.
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Hi Or Hey Records • lh
Fiksi Penggemar"we just wanted to make music. we didnt expect it to end up like this." four girls get signed to hi or hey records. this is their story.
