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Maeve Q



Ava lives in Greenvale with her mam and dad and her kitten Zelda. Her best friend Carla lives down three doors to the left. Her house was yellow like every other house in the road but her mam painted it purple in the middle of the night about two years ago, and Ava was afraid to show her face in public for a week.

I was eating my breakfast when my mam told me to come home on time that evening. I was feeling quite edgy as I was walking home from school that evening. I stood and stared as I got to my gate. A large sign was standing in my garden. I ran into the kitchen. My mam and dad were talking to a man in a posh business suit. I asked my mam what she was thinking. She said she thought that this was the best way to tell me. “Our house is for sale? We’ve only just got here and you want me to move again? I can’t believe you!” I yelled. I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door.

Afterwards mam came up to me and explained that the house cost too much and my dad had got a job offer, he couldn’t afford to turn it down. It was in Spain!

I invited my best-friend Carla over for a sleep over. We played pop stars and told stories. We both were really excited because our school concert was the next night! One of our teachers had asked us to sing in it and we had been practising for ages!

It was the night of the concert and we were in the stuffy dressing rooms at the back of the theatre.
Carla and I were onstage first and we were hyper. We walked on. Every body clapped. The lights shone on our faces. I think we sang ok.

At the break a man came up to us and said we were good and should start busking. We thought it was a good idea and we tried it and we got a good bit of money.

On the following Sunday I got an idea. Why didn’t we try and make enough money so I could stay here? It would take a long time but it would be worth it.

We went busking whenever we could and practised in every spare moment and, gradually, we got better. One Saturday night we were busking and this woman came up to us and sat for two songs, then she started talking to us. We chatted for ages and she advised us to make up our own songs. We agreed it was a good idea.
Every time we went busking we met Alsha. She was awfully kind and she seemed to be truly interested in our singing.

Unknown to the girls, Alsha was actually planning a gig for them. It was in a large theatre at the south side of the city. Carla and Ava had been working hard on their songs, sometimes ‘til quite late.

Carla and I had written a few songs. I would be leaving in 4 months. On one of our songs I wanted one line here and Carla wanted it there and we started to fight. We had just reached shouting level when Alsha burst through the door with an enormous smile on her face, but her face fell when she saw us fighting.” I thought I would bring you shopping, my treat.” We stopped and looked at her. “Cool!” Carla cried. “HEY!” I butted in, “ how did you know where my house was?” “ I have contacts” joked Alsha.

We went shopping and were there for about three hours. We bought some class outfits. Carla said she felt like a pop star. I thought Alsha had a funny look in her eye just then…

When I got home Alsha told us to put on our fave outfits quickly, the ones that made us feel like pop stars. We did, and Alsha then got out the make up and jewellery we had bought. We put on the jewellery and Alsha did our make up. She took us out to her car and my mam came to the door and wished us good luck as we drove off. We went towards the south side, stopping in front of the big concert hall. A huge poster of Carla and I was stuck up on the double doors. “ A gig?!” I asked, daring to believe. “ In two hours, to be precise!” answered Alsha, obviously excited. Carla stared at Alsha her eyes wide open. “Come on,” continued Alsha, “we don’t have all day and you have to pick your songs.”

Was this actually happening? This was amazing!! Unbelievable. I couldn’t breath. Then suddenly, adrenaline kicked in and I ran and hugged Carla and Alsha.

It was five minutes before the show. The girls were Franticly rushing and making last minute changes to their hair, make up and jewellery. Three minutes to go. Two. One. SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!!!

The lights shone in my eyes as I walked onstage. The music started. The heat was tremendous. The crowd was quiet. I couldn’t see the audience. Carla started singing. I waited ‘til she finished her piece then I started my part, then we sang together. At the end, we got into our positions, Carla in her “Lord Of The Dance” pose, and I went into the splits. The crowd ROARED! It was amazing!

We sang the rest of our songs and we received the same amount of applause and cheering for each song. “I might be able to stay after all- we might have made enough money!” I yelled at Carla.




Epilogue

They didn’t make enough money through the gig, but in the months to come no less than three recording studios asked them to sing for them, and of course the girls gladly accepted all of the offers, having more than enough songs. Alsha became their manager and Ava and her family were able to stay.