*Maddy's POV*
The first couple of months of school fly by. Leah and I really enjoy our teachers and we have exact same schedule.
We found ourselves a group of friends who like us for us, not just for our fame.
We are currently in our room packing for tour. We have a choir concert tomorrow and then we leave for London the next day.
Leah and I stand, folding our clothes, harmonizing the hardest choir song we have. It's a French tongue twister called Ton The (pronounced Ton Tay).
As soon as we finish the song, Michael stands at the door, clapping and smiling.
"You girls are so great. You're parents are looking down on you and smiling. They would be so proud of you," he says with a genuine smile.
I smile sadly and continue to put clothes in 1 of my two HUGE suitcases.
"Are you guys almost done?" Michael asks, crossing his arms, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah, just a few more things and then we'll be pretty much packed," Leah states.
"Okay, your parents will be here soon for dinner, so be ready by 6," Michael says turning around and walking away.
Leah laughs and throws herself on her bed.
"What's so funny?" I ask, looking at her.
"My parents eating dinner in the same room... We'll see how this plays out," she giggles, playing with her hair. I roll my eyes and place another pair of shorts in the bag.
Soon, it's time for dinner. Leah and I make our way to the dining room, still chatting about tour. Our nerves heighten every time we think about what we are going to be doing.
Dinner goes pretty smoothly considering the awkward exchange of food between Leah's parents, but other than that, it was quite lovely.
Leah says her goodbyes to her parents while I sneak away to get upstairs and to the shower first.
I grab the pair of pajamas I left out and hop into the bathroom.
After about 5 minutes I hear the door open.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT," Leah shouts.
"YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE!" I shout back, scrubbing my hair with my strawberry shampoo.
I finish my shower and do my nightly routine before walking out of the bathroom and plopping into bed.
It's gonna be a long time before I will be in my own bed again, so I take advantage of it.
Leah has her earphones shoved in her ears as she dances into the bathroom to take a shower. I laugh and roll over to check my phone.
I have texts from all the boys. I save all their numbers and then reply to them all.
I get on Twitter and Tumblr, checking all my social networking sites. I click on Youtube to check up on our video and notice that we have almost 100 million views on our first cover ever, which was Jar of Hearts. Whoa. Holy shit. That's a lot of views.
I get back on Twitter and do a follow spree. Twitter blows up with the hashtag #Maddypleasefollowme but before I can follow a bunch of people, my app crashes.
Damn.
Oh well. It's time for bed anyways.
I crawl over to Leah's bed and log into her ipod. HA. She left Twitter opennnn.
@Leahswizzle16 HA. never leave Twitter up;) HEYO it's maddy here wanted to say i crashed my phone so no follow spree :( catch u later! peace
I send the tweet and crawl back to bed, letting Leah's voice sing me to sleep.
The next day passes quickly. Quicker than I would like.
Leah and I end up getting mobbed again, so we have to take refuge in the choir room.
It's okay, though. Mr. Wright is the bomb.com. He's both Leah and I's favorite teacher.
"Sorry for invading your classroom," Leah says, pulling out her khaki pants and navy blue top, the required CT choralaires outfit.
"No biggie. I love you girls, anyways. You always make the room a lot lighter, and you're always making me laugh. That's a plus," he says walking into his office.
Leah sneaks into the performing arts hallway and quick changes and comes back.
"Have you heard from the boys?" she asks, fixing her hair.
"No, not since last night," I say pulling my CT hoodie over my head, revealing my navy blue shirt.
We both look like this www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=96312... and then we sit and wait.
"Since you girls are already here, do you want to start warming up? I don't know what your vocal coach does with you guys, but you are more than welcome to warm up or use the piano or whatever," Mr. Wright calls from his office.
Leah and I shuffle over and start our warm ups, some Mr. Wright taught us and some that we learned from our vocal coach, Steve.
It's finally time for the concert. We aren't the first choir to go, so we are seated in the first rows of the auditorium.
The first song choirs ALWAYS sing at any concert is Jambo, a Swaheli song of Welcome. (LOOK IT UP ITS REALLY COOL)
Time flies and soon our time on stage has come and gone. By the time it's over, I pull my hoodie back over me, because I AM ALWAYS FREAKING COLD, and link arms with Leah. We attempt to try to find Michael, but we end up getting mobbed... AGAIN. Mr. Wright leads us back to the choir room.
"UGH. Why does this always happen," I complain.
"The perks of being famous," Mr. Wright sighs. Leah and I laugh and sit down.
"I'm pretty sure your uncle knows where to find you. It's pretty obvious."
We wait for a little bit, and I turn around when the door opens.
Instead of seeing Michael, I see five boys standing there.
Five smiling boys.
