I gave a out a sigh as I ran my hands through my dark hair. My bracelet glimmered under the light on my bedroom ceiling as my hand strummed a pattern on the guitar. My fingers moved across its neck as I fingered different chords for my song. I smiled as I played a D and found out how well it sounded. I grabbed my pencil and wrote the note down in my pink journal. My eyes darted around the page as I hummed the tune in my head. It sounded right.
My pink book began to vibrate. I looked at it bemused. Is it becoming alive? I slowly lifted up the book and chuckled silently as I realized it was my phone. I looked at the screen and realized someone was calling me. I tapped something on my screen and put it up to my ear.
"Hey Mae," I said into the speaker.
"Hey Jaz!" Mae exclaimed, very loudly. I laughed at her bubbliness and moved my phone a little bit farther away from my ear. "Did you get the email?"
"Email? What email?"
"The email from Ms. Blossom. Didn't you read it yet?"
I placed my guitar on my bed and went up to my desk. My finger swept over the touch pad. Mae was right: I had an alert on the screen saying a new message from our dance teacher.
"I just found out right now." I tapped the message icon and a message popped up.
Dear Jasmine,
How are you dearie? I know we had practice yesterday but I got a phone call from one of major producers here in California. He asked me if our girls (you and the rest of the class) to film his prodigy's new music video involving ballroom dancing. They are both going to be here tomorrow at 10 o'clock a.m. Please come on time. See you then dearie!
Lots of Love,
Ms. Blossom
I stared at it in shock. A prodigy? In our studio? It must be every girls' dream to be where I am now; but not me. I know you shouldn't trust the media for everything, but it seems that every famous person is cocky, obnoxious, and just plain rude. I wasn't looking forward into meeting this person.
"Uh Jaz. Are you still there?" I heard Mae ask.
"Yeah," I replied back. "I just finished reading it."
"That's good," she said in your happy tone. "But you do realize that your half an hour late?"
"What?!?" I glanced over at my alarm clock. Oh no, she's right. It was 10:32. I quickly turned off my laptop and ran to my closet, grabbing a pink hoodie and some skinny jeans.
"Yeah. Ms.Blossom isn't too happy and the little prodigy is beggining to be cracky. You know how stars are," I laughed as I imagine her rolling her eyes. I slipped my foot in my pink converse and grabbed my duffel bag filled with my dancing things.
"But really," Mae said, starting to become serious. "You really should get here. Ms. Blossom has patience but you don't wanna waste it."
"I won't. Tell her I'll be right there."
We said our goodbye's and I hurried downstairs. My mom was sitting on the couch, reading when I spotted her in the living room. She looked up to me with a smile as I approached her.
"Mom, can you give me a ride?"
