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Small town girl, Alexandria Marie Taylor(Allie Taylor), enters a whirlwind singer/songwriter competition. Suddenly the whole world knows her face, and she's flying on a high of dreams come true. But will she be able to take the fame as well as the hoard of drama that comes with it, or will she crack under it? [The Allie Taylor Series #1] *SECOND DRAFT IN PROGRESS*


3. I.


My Dream by Tiffany Alvord

Sunset Somewhere by Megan & Liz

Make It In America by Victoria Justice



*8 years and some months later*



            “Dad, I don’t understand why you won’t just let me audition. I mean, it could be my chance to finally get my name out there; it could be my chance at making it bigger than just performing at county fairs and state festivals.”

            “I just don’t want you to have to grow up too fast is all, Allie. A couple months ago, you were happy with just performing at the little gigs, and now, all of the sudden, you’re a horse tugging on your reigns.”

            I rolled my eyes at his comment and got up off barstool, “Whatever.”

            I grabbed a white porcelain bowl out of the oak cabinet and set it down on the forever chilled granite counter. Grumbling to myself, I got the gallon jug of milk out of the fridge, and poured some of my favorite cereal, Cinnamon Rice Chex, into the bowl. I picked my full cereal bowl up, sat it down on the sticky placemat and slid the black barstool out from underneath the island.

            I snatched a cold, metal spoon out of the mess of our utensil drawer. Aaron, my older brother, always unloaded the silverware, and he almost always did a crappy job at it.

            I sat down in the chair and scooped out a spoonful of soggy cereal and stuck it in my mouth. An annoying dribble of milk trailed down my chin. I wiped it away, but I wasn’t quite quick enough because my face had already begun to feel sticky. Bleh.

            I looked up from my bowl to see my dad leaning against the island on the other side, scrutinizing me as I ate.

            “Do you mind?” I glared at him, snatched my bowl off the counter, and moved to the main table, which was tucked in the back right corner of our kitchen.

            “I suggest you drop that attitude, young lady,” he said with authority in his voice from the opposite side of room.

            “Yes sir.” I mumbled under my breath, bowing my head so I could avoid the death stare that I knew he was sending my way.

            My ears perked up at the ding-dong of the doorbell. I slid back my chair from the table and ran to the front door. I flung it open to see my best friends, Ruth Clawson and Sam Patterson, standing there with the flyers from the newspaper. And yes, they were the same flyers that I had seen.

            “Allie!” She stepped inside the front door, dragging Sam by the arm with her, into the carpeted foyer without any invitation for both of them to come in what so ever. That was okay though; Ruthie and Sam were practically like part the family. “You have to audition!” She released Sam from her grasp and frantically waved one of the flyers in my face. “Allie you have to, you have to. Please please please.” The highlighter yellow flyer rattled in my face as Ruthie jumped up and down with the carpet muting her bare feet.

            I gently pushed the yellow piece of paper away from my face. “You’re gonna have to talk about that with my dad.” I groaned. “I want to audition for it, but he doesn’t want to me to because he thinks it’ll change my life too drastically too fast.” I rolled my eyes and sat down on the bottom step of our hardwood steps that led upstairs.

            “Say what? We cannot have this.” Ruth put her hands on her hips and shook her head, “Mr. T!” and with that, she marched off.

            Sam sat down next to me and ruffled his brown hair. “Sorry about the audition.”

            “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” I tried to smile a little bit.

            “That’s not all that’s got you upset though.”

            “Maybe. Maybe not.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Honestly, the audition is the part of the recipe that has me the most upset.”

            “You know that your dad will probably end up letting you go for it, right?”

            “I can only hope.”

            “What else has you upset?”

            “Well.” I let out a sigh and picked at the fringe on the end of the rug that was in the foyer. “Liam and I had another fight.”

            He cocked his head to the side and his green eyes studied my brown ones intently. “What was the fight about?"

            “Why does it matter to you? My relationship with my boyfriend in no way shape or form affects you! And I have yet to figure out why you think it does!”

            "It's just... I want to watch out for you, Als. We've grown up together, and I... I just want you to be happy."

            "But why do you even care? I think..." He cut me off in the middle of my sentence.  

            "Allie!” He placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to direct my attention towards him. “Would you please quit jumping down my throat for no reason at all and just listen to me!?” I sighed and tried to break his eye contact. “I just told you why I cared; I want to watch out for you. You mean a lot to me."  

            I rolled my eyes and let out a loud frustrated huff, grabbing at my hair. "As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, my relationship with Liam should stay between me and him. Not between me, him, and whoever wants to know what’s going on."  

            "I totally agree with that."  He nodded his head.

            "So why are you still putting yourself into my relationship then? I don't do that with you and your girlfriends! I honestly just do not understand you sometimes.” I held my hand out in front of me. “You know what Sam, just butt out, get out of my house, and quit pissing me off even more."

            My knee popped as I stood up and walked Sam over to the front door. My hand turned the brass knob, and I opened the mahogany front door motioning with my hands the way out. He just walked out like a normal person; he didn’t look defeated or hurt at all. I slammed it behind me, and started to stomp up the stairs.

            I wasn’t even halfway up when there was a knock on the door. Gee. I wondered who that could be. I made my way back down the stairs and opened the front door for the second time today. And it was just whom I had suspected: Sam. He had both his hands in his front jean pockets.

            “Uh. Genius. Ruthie’s still over.”

            I leaned on the door and rocked it back and forth. “She can stay because as of right now, she's not getting on my nerves… unlike you.” I sarcastically smiled. “Bye!” I slammed the door shut and looked through the little bit of glass to see Sam just casually walking back across the street to his house. Hmph.

            I quickly ran up to my room, secretly hoping Liam had texted me apologizing for last night. I flopped down on my unmade bed and grabbed my phone off my side table.  

           After typing my passcode in, my phone unlocked to the message screen. Why were my messages open? I furrowed my eyebrows and thought for a minute. I bet you ten dollars on a dime that Aaron was behind this. I just knew it. He was always trying to read my messages and find out what was going on it my life behind my back, and quite frankly, it got old really quickly.

            I heaved myself up off my bed and walked quickly down the hall three doors to his room. His door was wide open, almost like he was just going on ahead and welcoming me into his room because he knew I was going to be pissed off. I flicked the light switch on to find him lounging in his black leather chair with controller in hand, playing video games. His feet were kicked up on the entertainment center. I struggled over a giant pile of stinky, dirty laundry and stood smack dab in the middle of the TV.

            "Care to explain why you were going through my phone?" I stuck one of my hands on my hip and tried my best to control my anger.

            "Allie! Move! I'm going to die." He was moving his head around, trying to see around me. 

            "I don't care! Tell me what you were doing reading my messages!”

            "I'll tell ya in a sec. Just move!" He had a sense of urgency in his voice, and his blue eyes were very wide. He tried to swat me away, but he was too engrossed in his game to actually push me away.

            "No, you're going to tell me now." I crossed my arms and continued to stand in front of the giant flat screen TV.

            "Okay, fine." He paused the game and ran his hand quickly down his face. “You win. All I wanted is to see why you've been so moody lately. Found out why in your texts with Liam.” He shook his head, relayering his blond hair. “Now get out of my room, and leave me alone!" He dropped the black, plastic controller in his lap and pointed towards the door.

            “I will once you promise me that you’ll not look at my texts behind my back ever again.”

            “That’s a ridiculous request. No way.”

            “I guess I’ll just have to stand here the rest of the day then.”

            “Als, move.”

            “Nope. I’m just going to stand here and bug you until you promise me you’ll butt out of my life.”

            He sat his controller on the carpet and leapt over the mountain of clothes. He wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up off the ground. “Nope. Won’t be doing that either.”

            Sometimes it sucked having an older brother because he automatically had an advantage over me in any fight; he was bigger than me. He put me down just outside his room and blocked the doorway, so I couldn’t get back in.

            “Bye sis!” He shut the door in my face, and I heard the lock click into place.

            “Jerk!” I screamed at the white, paneled door.

            “Nah. That’s you for making me die.” The volume of the TV had started back, so I assumed he was already playing again.

            “It’s just stupid pixels!” I rolled my eyes and stalked slowly back to my room.

            I laid down on my bed and saw my guitar hanging on the opposite wall, staring back at me. My phone’s screen lit up on the pillow beside my head. I grabbed it and looked at it to see Liam had messaged me.

            Hopefully, it was an apology because last night he had gotten really mean and nasty towards me just kinda out of the blue.


            Liam: Babe, I'm sorry. Love you.


            I smiled at the message and replied immediately.


            Me: It's okay... Love you too. :)

            Liam: So are ya gonna audition for that show you were telling me about?

            Me: Well if my dad lets me, I’m planning on it.  

            Liam: K. Cool. Good luck.

            Me: It’d be awesome if you could come to support me! :) How cool would it be if the first time you came to support me is when I was auditioning for something from the Global Voice franchise?! That’d be SO awesome! :D

            Liam: Not gonna be able to make it babe. One day soon though!


            My eyebrows furrowed. How did he already know he couldn’t make it?  I mean, I had just invited him. It hadn’t even been three minutes. I shot him a text back.


            Me: Have you even asked yet? 

            Liam: Yes.

            Me: Mkay… :(

            Liam: Ttyl babe.

            Me: Bye :/


            “Allie!” I heard my dad yell up the stairs.

            “Yeah?” I walked out of my room to the top of the stairs where I saw my dad with hand on the banister.

            “I got something to tell ya.” He grinned and motioned with his hands for me to walk down the stairs.

            I slumped down the stairs and followed my dad into the den. I plopped down on the leather couch next to Ruth; she was beaming. I had a feeling in my gut that I knew where this was going.

            My dad clapped his hands together and stood right in front of the couch. “So, after talking with Miss Clawson here and thinking about it some more, I decided that I’d be fine with you auditioning.”

            It was a matter of seconds before I was up off the couch and squeezing my dad so tight that my arms hurt. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

            “You’re welcome. Just stay my Allie, okay?” He smiled and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

            "Okay." I smiled up at him.

            I let go of my dad and ran over to Ruthie who immediately wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug; it was so tight that I could barely breathe.

            "Allie! I'm so happy. You're gonna make it through, and you're going to win. I just know it."

            I smiled and mumbled quietly, “I sure hope so.”

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