"Man, this is the best luck we've had in a while! " I cheerfully said as I picked us my Planet Hollywood menu and looked at the options.
"Yeah, I can't believe that they wanted us to perform! Us, of all bands!" Bianca said as she took a sip of her Root Beer float.
"Well gosh Bianca, you make it sound like we're bad or something!" Lauren playfully commented.
"Well I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I just meant that I didn't think that we were that known yet for the Los Angeles Mission to ask us to perform. Cause, well, there's gonna be tons of people and TV cameras and stuff!" She excitedly squealed. I could tell that she was getting a bit nervous about the concert so I decided to change the subject. "Man, these prices are waaay to high!" .
***Meanwhile inside Planet Hollywood***
*Taylor*
"Hey Tay, check out those girls over there!" Ike gestured as he peered out the tinted glass window of the Private Dining Room at Planet Hollywood. I stopped from playing my Game Boy and turned around in the booth to look out the window, at the girls Ike had pointed out.
"Hey, they look familiar!" I exclaimed. Then I jumped up and pulled up my purple backpack that had been resting under the table. Then I opened it and reached inside and pulled out one of my CD's.
"Ike, see! I told you they looked familiar! They're the same girls as on the CD!" I excitedly said as I pointed to the CD, and then to the girls.
"Oh my gosh you're right! They are!" Ike agreed in amazement.
"Tay's right about what?!" Zac asked as he turned around to look out the window, and then to us.
"Zac, look! Those girls over there are the same ones who made this CD! Remember them Zac?" I replied, still staring at them.
"By George you're right-o chap!" Zac said in a Sherlock Holmes type voice. "So let's go over there and talk to them! What have we got to loose?" Ike and I looked at each other and shrugged. I guess we could. It'd be cool to talk to fellow musicians about music, instead of about us and fame.
"Hey mom, can we go over there and meet to those people?" I asked our mom, Diana who was sitting listening to my dad, Walker discuss some business with Steve Greenberg, our manager. She nodded her approval and we got up out of the booth.
"Hey Tay, bring the CD, maybe they'll autograph it for us!" Ike suggested. I nodded and grabbed the CD and my back pack off the table.
"Oh wait guys, don't forget these!" I shouted to Ike and Zac who were just about to walk out the door. Then Zac shut it quickly and they walked back over to the table and grabbed their dark sunglasses and hats and put them on. Then we went out into the main part of the resteraunt.
