"Somebody"

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

SPLASH.

Staggering, I wake up feeling damp and wet.

I rub my eyes my eyes and I realize I had fallen asleep after laying down for a minute in my bed.

I sit up and touch my hair to find it wet against the shirt I'm sleeping in and Mara laughing her awful laugh at me.

"What happened?" I ask, accusingly.

"Oh snobby...don't you know?" Mara said in her tone that sounded innocent but wicked at the same time.

From the beginning, Mara and I hadn’t hit it off. And “Snobby” is the nickname she gave me after the two of us met. She said it was because I looked like it. I agree with her on her first impression of me but once you get to know me, I am seriously, far from snobby.

I shook my head, feeling clueless as to why I would be soaking wet.

"The producers said they wanted to have a meeting with all of the finalists before we started our last photo shoot and video diary. And since your alarm didn't go off, I thought I'd help by waking you up like they do in all of those movies when someone is acting crazy when they're sleeping deeply, I poured a bucket of water." She held up the old bucket that was from outside, with a smirk.

"Oh and snobby, we're supposed to meet with the producers in ten minutes, see you then!" Mara skipped out of the room like she had done exactly what she wanted to; embarrass me in front of anyone she had the chance to.

I hop out of bed as quick as I can to grab my clothes and take a shower.

(Kalli’s outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=59574699 )

Before I walk in to the bathroom to get ready, I see my alarm clock unplugged.

I heave a sigh, wanting to scream but keep it inside because I know getting mad at her won't get me anywhere.

I'm going through all of this for one reason, to live my dream, to become a performer and part of me doesn't want to be. I can just go back, stick with my plan to work in art design and live a normal life…

I shake that thought out of my head. I know this is the right thing to do; go after this dream because if I don't, then I know I’ll always have that “what if” thought haunting the back of my mind.

Before I go with Mara, Mitchell, and Jam On to meet with the producers, I pull my hair back in a bun to make it look less like it is soaking wet.

*** *** *** ***

I sit on the edge of the stage, my legs dangling a few feet from the ground. On my right sat Mara, her blond hair pulled into a French braid. She’s sitting up straight, with her legs crossed delicately.

To my left was Mitchell, absentmindedly playing with his thumbs. And to his left, the members of Jam On are having a conversation, talking in hushed tones.

Simon and a couple of producers are standing in front of us. Some of them, pacing back and forth.

A minute later…

"Let's get this meeting started. Again we wanted to congratulate all of you for making it to the finals, it is a big honor to make it this far and shows us how talented all of you really are. With that said, we expect you to take where you are now seriously. You'll be working with some of the top artists and rehearsing with them today after your photo shoot for the finals and to film your final video diaries. Treat all those who you're working with the utmost respect because these people can help you in your careers." I nodded, knowing all of this.