Acacia Brinley Clark: Internet Fame

Chapter 2: The voices inside

My mind became a jukebox. I didn't know what would be a good song to sing for an opportunity like this but I just started without thinking.

The lyrics to I" knew you were trouble" by Taylor swift started pouring out of my mouth. My voices cracked. I was so worried. Why did puberty have to come right now? Right at this moment? 

The pressure was killing me.

After we half of us sang for Mr. Jageer, We went outside for a little fresh air. It wasn't exactly in "national park" condition but it was ok.

Outside the building I saw a sign punctures into the ground that had "gr8 talent" 's logo sign crossed out. A little spark of worry shot inside me. I ran to the sign and pried it put of the ground to look at it. On the other side it had tons of photos of stars with their stories in this company of how they were fooled. My stomach started to churn.

Mr. Jageer saw me looking at the sign and pulled me away causing me to drop the sign. "What- um- what were you looking at?" He asks extremely curious.

"Oh it was nothing. Just a letter... On a stick... That I found on the ground." Did he buy it? Of course not. He picks up the sign and looks furiously at it. He then gets so angry that he crumples it up and throws it into the street.

"OKAY, EVERYONE.... BACK INSIDE!" He yells and we all come scurrying in.

I feel like something's wrong. After I saw that sign I feel like I've been kidnapped and can't escape. My mom's not here. I want her here. I WANT MY MOMMY!

I need to know if what I'm feeling is correct. When we all sit down I think and think and... THINK. They all finish singing I had no clue what to do but I wanted to go home.

"Please excuse me, I have to use the little singer's room." Mr. Jageer says setting his clipboard down.

That's it! His clipboard! It had to have all the information and what he's trying to do!

I tip-toed up to the clipboard and on my way I'm stopped by a boy with curly caramel hair and deep brown eyes. He was actually quite attractive. "What are you doing? That's secret stuff!" His voice sounds like an angel.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing." I respond. Although I'm not so sure of myself.

I lifted the clipboard to my arms. It turns out it wasn't a clipboard... It was a tablet. And I couldn't believe what I saw on the screen.