Hoodie Allen- The Tour Of Your life

Chapter 2- The Huge Reward For A Selfish Price

Chapter 2

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As we walked into the party, my hippie dressed idiotic parents found their little clique, acting as if this was a high school party. And Cassie's parents found their way through the right crowds of people, and onto their clique of lawyer riches. Our parents had ditched Cassie and me. It was ridiculous.

I decided that instead of having a pity party at Hoodie Allen's apartment... I'd find my own little place, trying not to be a sore loser compared to my parents, now that would be embarrassing now wouldn't it...

I went to the large back patio type of place that he had in his rather large NYC apartment and sat in a chair, Cassie taking her place next to me.

We sat in the comfy lawn chairs and talked about how stupid parents could be sometimes, until we heard his voice.

I sat up as fast as possible, and froze, thinking I could hear better that way. I looked at Cassie, listening to his voice.

"Alright everyone, if you could just cram into this small ass place we have here for you, that'd be perfect." He said through a microphone.

I ran to where the loud voice I'd been dying to hear forever and saw him, Hoodie Allen. He was exactly like the millions of pictures I'd seen. All I could do was stand there and take it all in.

"Okay, so we have a surprise for everyone today, we are going to have a little competition." Hoodie said, and I looked over at my parents, clammouring about how they knew it all along.

"The way were gonna do this is by forming a line. It's sorta gonna be like first come first serve except first come first perform. So yeah, I'm excited I see who 'wins'."

He hopped off his custom designed stage in his living room, reappearing a couple of seconds later, grabbing the mic again.

"Oh, I almost forgot, who ever wins this little 'Talent Show' you might say, will be Featured in a new song of mine and will be my back up singer, for life." I looked at Cassie, her mouth open wide. My eyes were opened wide too, and I knew that this was a competition I couldn't afford to lose.

"I must win." I said as if I'd die if I didn't.

"You have to go last Dena, you must." Cassie said. We had a tactic. And It has to work.

"I will." I replied. I walked over to a table, stealing a chair from one of the nearby tables and I sat in it, making sure I was last in line.

Every time someone was finished singing, I looked over at Cassie, who gave the same facial expression every time; two thumbs up and an opened mouth smile. I copied this ridiculous act and scooted forwards on the chair, closer and closer to the stage.

Once there were only a couple of people left in line in front of me, I bought the chair back, standing up and giving my parents the Cassie look.

It was my turn up and my hands were sweating like a bitch. I had no idea why. Oh yeah, probably because you're going to perform in front of Hoodie Allen, in Hoodie Allen's apartment. Dumb ass.

I stepped upstage, with my stupid outfit which I forgot to change out of, a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. And I took my place at the grand piano, which I have never practiced on, considering how much money my family has. I sat down on the plasticish feeling piano chair and played around. For five seconds, playing the final beginning chord. Then, playing the chords to begin the song, I rehearsed through them, trying to sound professional, and then finally playing the regular glistening chords needed.