CHAPTER ONE
"oh my jonas!!!!!!!!
"jonas brothers!"
"its them!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
thats all i can hear as I make my way to the jonas brothers meet & greet. The concert was AWSOME, and now i get to meet the most famous teens in the world? Tonight is awsome!!!
the sad thing is, i wish someone else could be here instead of me.
don't get me wrong, the jonas brothers seem really cool, and their music is good, but i'm sure some other 10-year-old would have more fun than me. the jonas brothers just got lucky. alot of guys in my class can sing, but haven't been discovered.
"We're next!" my sister screamed. woo. great.
And then we walked in.
I glanced around, totally unimpressed. i looked like a bunch of clothes, drinks, and sweat.
i walked up and extended my hand to joe, with a quick "hi, im ashley." i could tell he was trying to catch my eye. thats just what i need. a jonas brother to fall in love with me, just to not remember me at all the next time i see him. it was kinda mean, but i had an idea.
"HI, im ashley!" i said in a flirty voice to nick. i glanced at joe. he looked kinda sad. maybe he won't like me anymore.
a girl could hope.
he walked up to me, and i knew i couldn't get out of it.
"so, did you like the show?" he asked. i put on an obviously phony smile and said, "suuuure." and then i started talking to nick again.
joe wouldn't give up. "do u like to sing?" he asked. i decided to give the guy a break. hed never see me again anyway, i reasoned with myself.
"sortof. i sing for that talent show, but i never send my tapes to record companys or anything."
"thats good, because i bet u theyd throw it away. u need an agent, a good one. maybe i could hook u up."
oh my gosh. he was not- "So, maybe i could have ur number, and maybe get a picture of u, to show to my agent."
i pursed my lips and answered with a quick "i gesso." as i typed my number in on the phone, i thought about what i was doing. he was obviously gonna call and ask me out. i just knew it.
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come on girls, time to go," big rob said, guiding us out of the room as joe started signing autographs for a group of girls. he looked back.
there goes the hope of forgetting to call me.
