Chapter 3

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Casey's P.O.V.

Where is everyone?!?!? Sure I'm standing in a corner, but at least they could look for me. I found Arianna and Carly across the theatre, but I was unsuccessful in finding Annabel and Lindsay.

I then remembered who I'd saw walk in before. Logan Lerman. Sweet Jesus, what id Annabel kidnapped him and is now on her way to Canada?? God... Interuppting my nightmare was a couple laughing really loudly. I look over and I see Logan holding a girls hand. Oh, Anna's gonna be so heartbroken.

Unless that is Anna. How the helll did Anna get with Logan? She can't even talk in front of the class, let alone her biggest celebrity crush. I'm about to go ruin her moment, but before I could, I hear Arianna MIller's name called.

Arianna's P.O.V.

Crap. I can't do this. No way, no how. Sure, I'm outgoing, but I'm more private with my music. As I'm halfway to the stage, I realize I forgot something very vital to my performance at my chair. My sheet music. I run back to my seat, only to find some guy holding my music.

"hey, put that..." I stop as I look at that gorgeous face belonging to Ross Lynch. My baby. He smiles. "thought this would be important." He hand me my book. "HOLY CRAP YOU"RE ROSS LYNCH!!" i was shaking. He smiles. "Yes, yes I am." I look at him. "Can I touch your face?" Now he looks weirded out. "Sure?" I reach out and smoosh my hands all over his face. He laughs. I run to the stage screaming over my shoulder, "that was for good luck!"

I walk up onstage and I smile. My song was What's Your Name by Jesse McCartney, a song I had heard on Casey's iPod.

I had only the vocals playing as I took care of the music

What's your name

What's your name

Oh I really wanna know

You got me going crazy

And I want you more and more

Oh hey this could be something real

I gotta let you know the way I feel

What's your name

What's your name

Oh I really wanna know

Cuz everytime I get there

That it's right before you go

Oh hey if only you could see

I wanna get to know you

And to get you knowing me

After I finished, Ross was screaming and clapping. I went back to my seat and to no surprise, Ross was there. "You're really talented." I grin. "Thanks." We stand there awkwardly for a minute before I feel his eyes on me. "So beautiful, What's your name, oh I really wanna know!" He starts to sing. I laugh. "I'm Arianna." He looks at me nervously, and I get scared. "Well, Arianna, I think you're gorgeous." My mind just stopped. "Um... you too." And with that I ran away, leaving him with all my stuff. I had THE biggest grin on my face.

Carly's P.O.V.

I don't want to do this. Nope. Sure, everyone tells me I'm an amazing at the drums. It's no big deal. I hit things with sticks. I've never liked being complimented, it feels so... forced. So when my name was called, you could imagine the excitement on my face. I awkwardly walked onstage and went to the drums. This song I wrote myself, for the drums, so there were no lyrics.

I was kinda short, so I could barely see over the big cymbal in front of me. But, when I think I saw Louis Tomlinson, I completely freaked out. I finished my solo and I ran offstage. I casually calmed myself down. "Carly, you couldn't see." I say. "It was prbably just a look-alike. It could've been anyone!"

Well, that thought was smooshed when I hear a sexy British accent saying, "You okay love?" I looked up into the deep blue eyes of Louis Tomlinson.

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