Maybe A Little

Bursting Into Song

yay! i just finished my summer homework and considering i only have 4 days until school starts, id say i have pretty good timing.

anyway this chapter is called Bursting Into Song because thats what i do, all day everyday. I swear, my world is a real High School Musical... only im in middle school. and i dont typically sing songs that are relevant to anything thats happening. but if i did... it would probably go something like this: -to the tune of Skyscraper by Demi Lavato-

Theres a fan on the cieling-and it spinning really fast. i hope John doesnt shut my locker or ill be really maaaaad. And toniiiiiight i have volleyball from seven thirty toooo niiiiiiine.

yeah. thats about as interesting as my life gets. i love typing these because i feel like im telling somebody my story, you know? not the actual fanfic but these little 'authors notes' things. im rambling. YAY STORY TIME.

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okay. Niall Freaking Irish One Direction Horan is walking this way. Stay cool. Chill. I pretended that i hadnt been watching and continued to get my drink. I reached for the rootbeer that was ontop of the refridgfhshf...refridgsieovndn.... fridge *hehe*, only to find that my uncles freakishly large fridge was to tall for me to reach. Curse who ever put it up there..... i bet it was Gregory. "need some help there?" Niall said as he randomly appeared behind me. "uh, yeah. Help would be good." i said as i felt my face turn pink. He reached the top of the fridge easily, got the rootbeer, and handed it to me. "thanks." i smiled to myself as i poured some into my cup. "you should come outside. i think the boys are getting the guitar out." Niall smiled and left the room. it occured to me that the only reason he came inside was to either talk to me, or get away from the embarrassment of Louis. He didnt come in to get a drink or anything. he simply walked in, handed me the rootbeer, and left. i glanced out the window to see Harry playing the guitar. James waved me outside. As i walked out the back door my dad came up to me. "Hey, El! Are you going to sing? what song are you going to sing? Did you bring your guitar?" i had to think about this. "Maybe, I dont know and yes." he nodded. It was kind of a tradition for my family to make us all share a talent everytime we got together. Kaylins was playing the guitar, Gregs was beatboxing, Jess did gymnastics, and Caity could run. And i mean really run. Kaylin and i usually wrote a song together, but this year was different. I walked up to the deck, or "stage", as my uncle insisted we call it, and grabbed my guitar. i looked out onto the lawn. The boys had disappeared. Good, i didnt want to embarrass myself again. "Uh, this is a song i wrote called 'I'd Lie'.

i dont think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me

he tells me about his night and i count the colors in his eyes....

I continued through the chorus, second verse and chorus again and had started with the bridge when they boys walked back onto the lawn. With Simon Cowell. I died inside and the nervousness came back. Not only was One Direction listening to me sing, but so was super-harsh ex American Idol judge SImon Flipping Cowell.

He stands there than walks away

my God if i could only say "im holding every breath for you"

I continued singing and glanced at James who appeared to be listening intently. Louis whispered something to Niall, who smiled. I looked at Niall as he gave me a thumbs up. And suddenly the nervous feeling went away. I finished my song, and got a round of applause as Simon walked up to the "stage". Mr. Quinn walked up too. "Now, Elizabeth. I know you probably have no idea whats going on. well im going to tell you." Mr. Quinn said. "it just so happens that i work with Simon. Your uncle told me that you loved to sing, gave me some videos of you singing, and i showed them to Mr. Cowell." Simon Cowell nodded at me and began speaking. "I was so impressed that i thought you should share your talent... with the world, that is. So, Elizabeth, i would like to sign you to my record label, Syco. What do you say?" I was shocked. Not only had a just gotten a compliment from the toughest judge to in American Idol history, but he had also offered me a recording contract. All on the same. FREAKING. DAY. "Uh, yeah. i would love to." i managed to say a few words. Everyone cheered. Then they all went back to what they had been doing before hand. Simon pulled me aside. "now Elizabeth. You can record with my record label on one condition...

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BUM. BUM. BUUUUUUUMMMMMM.

What is simon going to say? How is he going to finish that sentence? What is the 'one condition'? These are all questions that you may be asking. Sadly, i cannot answer those. D:

**I DO NOT OWN THE SONG. I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF IT. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT IT IS IT IS 'ID LIE' BY TAYLOR SWIFT. AGAIN I OWN NOTHING.**

*sigh* Oh elizabeth. where is your life headed? *thinking face*