FOUR YEARS AGO

Kristanna's POV (it will be her POV unless I say it's not.):

As I'm about to step on the stage, my heartbeat drains out all sound and have to breathe heavily to steady myself. Sure it's just a school talent show, but if I screw up, ill be laughed at forever. I look down at the gang, who're giving me thumbs ups and encouraging smiles. I have such great friends. I hear the announcer exclaim, "thank you Marie, now let's hear it for our next performer, KRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSTTAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOOOOUUUUUUNNNNGGG!!!!!! Singing Amazing Grace!"

I take a deep breath as I step onstage in my formal silver dress and silver heels. My long blonde hair is tied up into an intricate bun, my blue eyes dash around as I smile and wave at the audience, the butterflies suddenly gone. I began singing and my vouce filled the auditorium.

After I was finished with the song, everyone in the audience gave me a standing ovation. "encore! Encore! Encore!" They chanted. I obliged, singing a total of five encores that night and receiving a standing ovation every time.

I won the talent show that night, and saying everyone was jealous was an understatement. I put the dress and shoes back in the costuming area and replaced them with my own pink floral shirt, leather jacket, and torn, bejeweled jeans, and sneakers. I washed my makeup off my face immediately. I hete makeup.

A WEEK LATER

I was hanging at the Curtis' house and hear a knock at the door. Darry opens it and let's in a man in a suit. "Is uh, Kristanna Young here?" He asks.

I jump up. "What do you want?"

He smiles a smile larger than life. "i would like to know if you needed a manager?"

"What?"

"I heard you singing at your talent show. You've got real potential, kid. You could go places."

I stand there stunned,

"Here's my business card." He hands me the card And leaves.

I stare at the card. "Should I do it?" I ask the gang.

The six guys nod. "When opportunity knocks," says Ponyboy, "you rip down the door and kiss it In the mouth."

I smile.

I call the next morning, and now I have a manager!

A FEW WEEKS LATER

I get a call from my manager. He says that there's a part in a promising show. The only problem was, that I'd have to move to Hollywood. My friends say I should do it. It was a chance of a lifetime.

I got the part!

Within a week or two, I was ditching Tulsa for LA.