the next day, as i'm curled up next to Jacques' limp body, i hear the gentle buzz of my phone.
"hello?" i whisper into the phone.
"hello, Janet. this is Marie Turner speaking. i am one of the entertainment specialists on The Sunrise, the state's local morning talk show. we want you to come on our show for your debut performance and interview on Monday."
i gasped. this really was huge. The Sunrise was our most locally watched program, with over a million daily viewers. there was no way I could turn this down.
"okay, Ms. Turner, thank you. i'll have to take it up with my manager but..." i couldn't help but smile a little, "how could i say no?"
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Teen Fiction"I am not a word, I am not a line. I am not a girl that could ever be defined." or, the story of a girl who has nothing more than an iPod, a diary, and a dream. until she meets the boy in the cafe and the girl from the studio.
