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"Ian, I don't think I want to do this anymore," Shawn whispered, keeping his voice low to not disrupt the chatter from the rest of the table. He needn't have bothered- Lyall overheard him anyway.

"Do what Shawn? Steal my girlfriend? Post another stupid video of your singing?" Lyall interjected, bitterness laced through his tone.

Shawn had been ignoring Lyalls jabs at him the past week, but he was really starting to get on Shawn's nerves.

Ian sensed the tension and spoke up. "At least he's trying to do something with his talent."

Lyall laughed. "Talent? Yeah he can sing in tune, but he's not Justin Bieber. Its not like he's ever going to escape from Pickering. I'd be surprised if he could even get hired as a singer at the mall," he said.

At his remarks, Shawn leapt up off his seat at Tim Hortons booth they were situated at.

"I will walk this road ahead, one hundred miles on my hands, and if you don't believe me now, I'll flip the whole world upside down. Do I gotta show you? Guess I gotta show you. Watch this space because if I see that door I'll knock it down," Shawn said, voice increasing as he let out his pent up anger.

Lyall looked at Shawn with disbelief.

"If you really wanna see me now, watch me walk across these clouds, I don't know what you heard about, listen to me yell it loud! Do I really have to spell it out? I-T I spell it out. I guess I gotta show you now."

With that, Shawn turned and stormed out the cafe, leaving his friends at the booth rather confused. Ian quickly jumped up and followed suit, mostly because Shawn was his ride home.

"Oi! Shawn! Wait up?!" Ian called after his friend.

Shawn marginally slowed down his pace, giving Ian the chance to catch up.

"I'm going to ignore all that and go back to the original question. What do you not want to do anymore?"

Shawn sighed. "The whole singing thing. People have started hating a bit online and it's super weird having people comment on it during school."

"Dude, don't worry about those people, Lyall included. They're all jealous. You're starting to gain fame! This is where you step it up, not back away!"

Shawn stopped walking. "I-I guess you're right," he said, contemplating Ian's pep talk.

"Hell yeah I'm right. Now let's go back to your place and record a song."

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A couple of days later, Shawn was flicking through his emails.

He came across an interesting one, it was from address he didn't recognise and was titled 'manager.'

Shawn opened the email and scanned over it. Gasping, he dropped his phone. Luckily, as he was situated on his bed, no harm done. He snatched it back up and re-read the words that had caused him to freak. His eyes weren't deceiving him- a man name Andrew Gertler really did want to manage him- and even more, had a record deal already lined up with Island records, where the likes of Nick Jonas are signed.

With his breathing rapidly increasing, Shawn jumped off his bed and ran into his mother's room.

"Read this!" He instructed breathlessly. Giving her son a strange look, she took his phone and read through the email.

"Shawn! This is amazing! I'm so proud of you!" She exclaimed.

"Can I accept it?" Shawn enquired hopefully.

"Of course! You've worked so hard on this, how could we ever stop you," she replied.

Shawn leapt forward and engulfed her in a hug. "Thank you!"

He took his phone and went back to his room, ready to craft an email back to this Andrew man.

Once completing something successful, Shawn dialled Ian's number, eager to share the news.

"Ian!" He exclaimed as the phone was picked up.

"Hey Shawn," Ian replied, not sounding in his usual chipper mood.

Shawn brushed it off, too excited about his news. "Ian, I've been asked by this dude if he can manage me! In a singing career! And he already has a record deal ready with Island records! A record deal!"

Ian's mood abruptly changed, he was thrilled for Shawn.

"Are you kidding me?! A record deal? No way! Shawn I told you you're one step away!"

"This is just crazy. I can't believe it," Shawn agreed, bewildered. Them, remembering Ian's weird tone, he stopped focusing on himself.

"Are you all good?" he enquired.

"Me? Yeah I guess. I don't know, my parents went off again at Geoff for not having his life sorted," Ian explained.

"Oh I see," Shawn said. He knew how much Ian hating people fighting, especially his family, "you know what, I can hire Geoff when I'm all famous to be my guitar repairman."

It was true that whenever Shawn snapped a string or his guitar went iffy, Geoff fixed it. Shawn had been friends with Ian for so long Geoff was like Shawn's older brother as well.

Ian laughed at Shawn's comment. "I'll pitch that to him," he joked, the mood brightening.

"I guess it's time for me to show everybody what Shawn Mendes is made of," Shawn pondered.

"You'll be fine. People will love you, in fact they already do."

"Okay, I gotta go. Catch you later Ian."

"See ya Shawn."

Shawn fell back on his bed, letting his mind run wild with the possibilities of the future. Did he have what it takes to make it in the world? Or were people never going to know his name?

That night he had a dream. He was playing songs in front of a massive crowd in Toronto. After his singing, which he got a standing ovation for, he was approached by a pretty teenage girl.

"Omg Shawn Mendes? Hi! I love you and your music. Can I get an autograph and a picture?" She exclaimed.

"Hi, yes of course!" Shawn said happily, before scrawling out his name on a piece of paper and posing for a photo.

The girl turned to leave but as she did Shawn called out to her.

"Wait... I don't even know your name."