America's Sweetheart

The Five Million $ Offer

I leaned into my seat.

Music blared from the radio.

"This is my, ODE TO SUMMER!" I heard my voice screech.

"I swear, hasn't that station played Ode To Summer one too many times?" I whined to my brother.

"Well, we got a huge sum of money for it, and it's still super hot, so they're probably still trying to exploit it as much as they can," explained the Bro-Man.

"I swear, I want to rip my ears out! I regret ever singing that song!" I screeched.

The first week was okay. Who am I kidding? The first two days were horrible. Everywhere I went, you name it-the elevator music, people's ringtones, the information super-highway..

If you aren't familiar with the term information super-highway, look it up in a decade old textbook. Apparently, it was the olden term for the world wide web, or as we call it, internet. I just like to pretend that I'm smart and witty when I use that term.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!

The Bro-Man's phone rang. He put it on Bluetooth.

"YELLO?!" he screamed to nobody in particular.

"Oh, HELLO!" he screamed again.

"YEAH, I'M DRIVING.." was all I heard as I put on my earphones and turned on some music.

No, I didn't listen to my own music. Listening to my music made me sick. I kept noticing mistakes and places I should have changed or edited better. It was stressful.

"If I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a, bed of roses. Sink me in the river, at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song." sang the Band Perry.

As I sang along, I watched my Bro-Man's facial expression change bit by bit. When he hung up, he was grinning as bright as the Fourth of July fireworks.

Suddenly, he ripped my earphones off.

"THERE'S THIS NEW CHANNEL CALLED STARS COLLIDE AND IT WANTS TO FILM A SEGMENT ON YOU!!" he screeched.

"So?" I asked nonchalantly.

"THEY'RE OFFERING TO FUND A WORLDWIDE TOUR FOR YOU!"

"Cool."

"AND GIVE YOU FIVE MILLION BUCKS!" he finished.

At this my jaw dropped.

"No way!"

I thought about it for a moment, and said, "There's a catch right?"

The Bro-Man instantly paled and started sweating. He soon lost focus, and almost crashed into another car.

Luckily, I saw and turned the wheel to avoid crashing.

"Pay attention!! You almost got us killed there!" I barked at my brother.

That seemed to make him snap out of it.

He slowly led the car into the parking lot. Then, he parked.

"It's a reality show." he spoke gently, as if he were talking to a sick infant.

"And?" I pressed him on.

"They want to film you at school."

Now I started becoming nervous.

"So I just have to film a scene at school? Piece of cake."

My manager's face dropped.

"No, you have to go back to school."

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