Diary of a Pop Sensation

Louise Lintvelt

Description

Join Harriet for a roller coaster ride with her new friends in the all-girl pop group, The Daisies. They take part in a television talent show in New York and the stakes are high. Will they manage to outclass the Trendy Triplets and beat the Bellamy Brother's? Harriet has to deal with a horrible case of stage fright while trying to fit in with The Daisies in the aftermath of being embarrassed by Oliver at the school dance. Follow Harriet's funny middle grade adventures in this beginner chapter book which includes illustrations.

Informations

• Publié par: Louise Lintvelt
• Date de parution: 03 août 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783017720
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

Extrait

Diary of a Pop Sensation
(The Secret Ramblings of Harriet Hughes)
Book 2
By Louise Lintvelt
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either products of the author s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
Copyright Louise Lintvelt 2013
Text by Louise Lintvelt
Illustrations by Julie Sneeden
First published electronically August 2013
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning or otherwise, without prior written permission from the author.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 1
THE MORNING AFTER
The school dance was the most embarrassing moment of my life! When Oliver had shouted over the loud music, I like you, Harriet Hughes , my heart had exploded. I cringe at the mere thought of the stupid smile that appeared on my face as he said those words. It was a very poorly-timed conversation, because the DJ was having some technical problem or other and the music just happened to stop at that exact moment. When Oliver looked around at the other dancers and noticed they were staring at us, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Imagine my surprise and utter embarrassment when he quickly finished his sentence with the now famous words, I mean, um, I like you as a friend .
It was the morning after the dance and I could not get out of bed. Every time mom had come and knocked on my door to offer me a cup of tea, I just buried my head deeper under my warm, comforting duvet. This whole love thing is really tough.
How am I ever going to live this down?

When Oliver uttered these now famous words, I had immediately felt a stinging sensation as tears sprung to my eyes. The expression on his face was difficult to read; he had a pained, confused look and his eyes were soft and apologetic. I think I handled the situation very well. I did not cry at the dance. When I was safely within the sleek leather interior of mom s famous ladybug Beetle, the floodgates opened up. I cried rivers and rivers of tears.
Mom had tried her best to make me feel better. Oh, Harry, he is just a boy. There will be many other boys, she said softly. Mom did not understand. This was not just about Oliver.
I had been humiliated in front of the entire sixth and seventh grade!
After Melanie s birthday party, Oliver and I had gotten pretty close. I had even started to imagine that he liked me. How did I misread the situation-all the text messages, the smiles in class, the invitation to the dance? What had I missed?
Why are boys so complicated?
I got out of bed after mom threatened to come and get into bed with me unless I came down for breakfast. When I got into the kitchen, dad and Abigail had already eaten all the pancakes. Mom offered to make me fresh chocolate pancakes. No thanks, mom. No pancakes for me today. I was not in a chocolate-for-breakfast kind of mood. I sat down and stared into my orange juice. I could not stop thinking about Oliver. Dad tried to cheer me up by telling me how he had also had his heart broken by his first crush. It would have been a lot funnier if I had been in a better mood. Abigail thought it was hilarious. Mom made me a piece of toast and a fried egg. Soft eggs, sunny side up, just the way you like them, she said as she placed them on my plate. Thanks, mom, I mumbled. I was not in the mood for eggs. I could think of nothing but Oliver.
After breakfast, I went back to bed. I found a text message from Alexa.
Hi, Harry.
I just wanted to know if you are OK after last night.
OMG!
Oliver left just after you. He looked quite upset.
Hope you are Okay.
Love A.
Alexa had witnessed the whole thing. Surely she knew I was not Okay!
I sent her a text.
Hi, A.
Thanks for checking in, I am fine under the circumstances.
If you don t see me at school on Monday it s because I managed to convince my parents to leave the country.
FYI - I am totally done with boys.
Harry
An hour later, I was still in bed in my pajamas watching my favourite movie. I had been bombarded with sympathetic messages from my friends all morning. Melanie had called about ten times. I told mom to tell her I was not at home. Olivia had sent a text message asking if I needed the number of a very good hit man. I pondered the hit man option for a minute or two and decided against it, simply because it would probably have been too expensive. I spent the rest of the afternoon in my pajamas dreading the inevitable return to school on Monday morning.
Monday came and smacked me over the head way sooner than expected. When I opened my eyes and realised it was Monday, my heart fell and I was quite literally paralyzed. I tried to convince mom that I was sick but she said that heartache was not a real illness and that I would just have to face my fears and go to school. I beg to differ. I know of more than one documented case of death due to a broken heart; it claimed the lives of many Victorians.
Mom and dad had obviously had enough of my sulking around the house, and by Monday morning all sympathy was gone. Mom pointed out that I was not the first girl to have her heart broken by a boy. Learn to deal with it, honey, she said as she threw me out of bed. I was in a thunderous mood. I could not find a single thing to wear and Abigail was being more annoying than usual.
As if that is even possible!
By the time we pulled up in front of school, the bell had already rung and everyone had made their way to first period. I was just thankful not to have to face all the awkward smiles and whispered questions. I made my way to class and, as I leaned forward to open the door, my heart was racing. Morning, Mrs Jones. Sorry I m late, I said nervously as I entered the classroom. Oliver was sitting at the back of the room. I did my best to avoid making eye contact. Alexa and Olivia looked up and smiled. I felt like every eye in the room was searing a hole in my back. Melanie waved excitedly and whispered Hi, Harry. The seat next to me is open, as she pointed frantically to the open seat next to her. This was going to be a long day.
Alexa, Olivia and Mel, spent the rest of the day trying to cheer me up. Much to my surprise, I did not have to deal with too many nasty comments. The other girls sympathised with me and the boys really did not care about whether or not Oliver liked me, as in liked me, or just liked me as a friend. The only person who felt the need to comment on my super embarrassing moment was monster mean girl, Sadie Rivers. OMG! What a totally embarrassing situation at the dance on Friday. I bet you wish you never went, she said in her loudest voice as she walked past our lunch table.
I ignored her but Olivia was less polite. Sadie, you really need to work on your material. I hope you didn t spend the whole weekend coming up with that, Olivia said mockingly. I am so glad I have friends who always have my back!
Mel sent us a note in English, asking if we were in the mood for a Daisies practice session that afternoon. I had totally forgotten about The Daisies . We had become something of a sensation on YouTube after the other super embarrassing thing that happened to me last week; a bird had pooped on my head during our first official gig (seriously). Since our video went viral, mom and Mrs Harris (The Momagers) had been unable to keep up with all the booking requests. We are booked for the next two months! Most of the bookings are for junior school birthday parties. Our biggest fans are between the ages of four and nine. They love pink and can t get enough of us!
My dad says that we should embrace our newfound fame and make the most of it. According to him, pre-teen girls rule the world with a very firm grip on the tightly guarded purse strings of their doting parents. We are not complaining. A growing fan base of dorky second and third graders is better than having no fans at all!
CHAPTER 2
NOT SO MARVELOUS MAKEOVERS
After school, we met up at Melanie s house for a Daisies dance-a-thon. It was a blast. I did not think about Oliver at all. We are booked for back-to-back parties on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. We have a lot of practicing to do! By the time we had finished the hour-long practice session, I was starving. We found Mel s mom making some lunch in the kitchen. As we sat around the enormous mahogany breakfast bar eating grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches, Mrs Harris was going through our schedule and planning for our upcoming performances. So, girls, have you thought about what outfits you are going to wear this weekend? she asked excitedly. To tell you the truth, we had not thought about this at all, well, at least I had not.
Being in an all-girl pop group was turning out to be a lot more work than I had planned for. Between dance class and singing practice we barely had enough time to finish our homework, never mind having to worry about what to wear for our next performance. Mrs Harris came up with a great plan. She asked Darren Davis, the very flamboyant pageant dad who had been a judge at Melanie s birthday party to become our official stylist.
This is an absolute disaster!
If he becomes our stylist, we will spend more time at the self-tanning salon than anywhere else. The man is obsessed with the unsightly orange glow of self-tanning spray. To be quite honest, I think the years spent inhaling those orange, sticky fumes have caused permanent damage to his brain. I am not going to get a spray tan!
Our first style consultation with Darren Davis did not go well. My worst fears were confirmed when he suggested we all start off by getting a self-tan. Nothing too dramatic, just a healthy glow, he said as he piled us into his black minivan and sped off in the direction of the Tropical Heat Tan