CHAPTER 1
Six friends stood in the middle of a hall in a mall in a large group, centered around the card one of them held in their hand.
"This is so unfair," commented a blonde twenty year old named Heidi. She 5'6 1/2 and had blue eyes.
"Why do you think that?" questioned Ali. This girl was 5'8 with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was eighteen. "You were so excited about it a few minutes ago."
"Ya, Heidi, why the sudden switch?" That was nineteen year old Erin. She had red hair and was approximatelly 5'6ish. (I am SO guessing on that!)
"Because, it is. Why can't you see that?" Heidi asked. The rest of the girls shook their heads at her.
"Maybe it would help if we knew what the hell you were talking about," Kristin suggested. Kristin was the oldest of the group at twenty-four, and had black hair that cascaded halfway down her back and dark eyes. She was also the shortest of the group at 5'4.
"What are you talking about, Heidi?" twenty-one year old Julia demanded. Julia was 5'6 and really skinny. She had short brown hair and matching eyes. "You're making no sense."
"Don't you see?" Heidi asked, throwing up her hands. We work our butts off, doing birthdays, and bars, and all that smalltime crap, then one day, D," she motioned to Randi, who was smiling in the corner of the little group, "starts singing in the middle of a mall, and 'Hotel California' of all songs! and we get a deal. This so sucks!!"
"Personally, I think it's kinda funny," Randi, a 5'7 18 year old, put in.
She made a face at Heidi, who sneered in response. "I laugh at you," Randi said in a low, scratchy voice. Heidi looked at her, and cracked a smile.
"It's not all bad," Julie pointed out. "I mean, we DID get a deal."
"Not yet, we didn't," Kristin pointed out.
"Big deal," Erin said. "We walk to the fountain in the centre of the mall in an hour and say, 'hell ya, we'll let you be our manager!'" There was a moment of silence as the girls stared at the card that held their soon to be managers name and thought back to what had just happened.
It had been Heidi's idea to go out looking for outfits for their next gig, which was at a small club that Kristin's older brother ran in two days.
At the mall, they found nothing that seemed to quite go. Randi, never proud of her voice, but always pretending she was, began singing 'Hotel California' by the Eagles, and rather loudly to add injury to insult. All of a sudden, a woman, about 20 years of age, with brown hair and 5'10 stood in front of them. She handed them her business card and informed them she'd heard D's singing, and wanted to manage them, or rather, and STILL wanted to manage them.
"Sa-ha..." Erin began, trying to pronounce the woman's name.
"Sahar Milani," the woman replied quickly. "Just call me Juliet. It's my middle name, and it's easier to remember. Plus, I like it better." The girls nodded. "Well, what do you girls say?" They looked at her blankly. They were so shocked that someone was volunteering to manage them.
"Ummmmmmmm," D said, not quite sure, but wanting to fill in the silence.
"How about this," Juliet suggested. "We'll meet in an hour in front of the water fountain in the centre of the mall, and if you don't show up, I know what your answer is. It'll give you some time to think." The girls nodded reluctantly. "Great, see you girls in an hour then, hopefully."
"So, what do we do for the next hour?" Kris asked. "Peaches, you're usually the one to come up with these things." Heidi shrugged in return.
"D?" Heidi asked Randi.
"Iuno," Randi said, slurring her words together with a shrug. "What are we doing, the circle thing?" she asked with a laugh. She looked at Erin.
"Reesie?" Erin sneered at Randi's version of her nickname.
"Um, well, we still have that gig," Erin pointed out. "We could still look for outfits."
"Maybe we could cancel it," Julia suggested.
"We can't just disappoint Kris' brother," Ali told her. Julia nodded in agreement.
"Ya, that would be rude," Julia agreed.
"So do you think she can get us out of it?" Kris asked. The two girls turned to stare at her. "Well I don't want to perform in front of my brother," she told them.
"Then why did you get the gig?" Erin asked. Kristin shrugged.
"Hey, it's a gig, ain't it?"
"She was doing it for the good of the group," Heidi told them in an authoritative voice.
"Ya," Kristin agreed with a smirk. "Good of the group and all that."