You and your four best friends started a band last year. It’s an all girls band called “Glam Pop Girls.” When you first started, none of you were expecting to get as far as you have, but all of you are thankful you did.
The five of you were lounging around on the couches in your house watching t.v. when your phone started ringing. After muting the t.v., you answered, “Hello?”
“Hi. This is Paul Higgens. I work as the band manager of One Direction.” The person on the other end of the line said.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Higgens.”
“May I speak with a girl named Myra, from Glam Pop Girls?”
“This is she. May I ask why you are calling?”
“Well, Miss Myra, the lads of One Direction have requested to do a duet with you and your band. Would you be willing to do it?”
“Would you mind giving me a moment? The other girls are here, I need to ask their opinion.”
“Of course.”
“Myra, who’s on the phone?” The girls asked after you turned your attention to them.
“Paul Higgens, manager of One Direction. Apparently, the boys of that band want to do a duet with us. What do you girls say?” You explain.
“We should do it!” They all agree.
“Mr. Higgens?” You ask.
“Yes?”
“We have decided to take up your offer and do a duet with One Direction.”
“Clad to hear it! Would you girls mind coming by the studio to discus things over in an hour?”
“No. Of course not. We’ll see you then!”
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After an hour, you girls walk into the studio where you see the boys of One Direction waiting for you. “Hello, girls!” They all say to you.
“Hello.” you say as the other girls begin to chat up the lads.
After thirty minutes of working out who sings what, you all start to rehearse. You can’t help but notice Harry staring at you while you are singing the parts you were assigned.
After several hours of singing, it was time to head home. “Myra, wait!” Harry called after you as you were about to walk out the door.
Turning around, you ask, “Yes?”
“Will you allow me to take you out tomorrow night so that we can get to know each other better?”
“I suppose.” you tell him, giggling.
“Here’s my number. Text me your address so that I can pick you up at seven tomorrow.” He says handing you a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
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