Good Life ~A Jesse McCartney Love Story~ (Part 6)

RECA: Everyone but you had choreaography, and you were taught how to fake knowing it by the choreaographer, as learning it would be impossible, at least until the next show.
(Um... I have nothing to say. At this point, it looks like Kerry got California, which I hope he did! And no, I'm not a Democrat, I'm part of the Harry Potter Party, so don't be hating, Repubs!)
So after you were all thoroughly warmed up, you went back to chill in your adjoined, small dressing rooms.
The "rooms" were actually one room, which would be big, had it not been being shared by 6 people. It had one wall dominated by 3 huge mirrors surrounded by lights, a classic touch. There were also couches and a Coke cooler, filled with drinks (Sprite, Coke, Dr Pepper, Moutntain Dew, Fanta, and sparkling water).
The girls spread out their make up and went to the bathroom to get dressed while the guys grabbed sodas and sat down on the couch.
You, however, having already changed, deciderd to pull out your laptop and check your website. You'd specifically asked your Webmaster to make you able to see things normal people couldn't, like the answers to polls before they were decided (for when you started a poll), how many people had visited what, and even check fan emails or questions.
So you plugged in your computer, only to find a zillion emails from your friends. You started replying to them, until you got to one from your best friend, Elle, which said that you were now a national debate. Everyone wanted to know who you were, and your entire school (practically) had been interviewed!
You were amazed, and immediately went to see how many people had visited your site; the number was about 40,000! You couldn't believe it, and determined to reply to Elle in a second, after replying to a few emails and posting another entry.
You decided to reply to a few questions first, then write something on the entry, especially things that semmed to be recurring questions.
Who are you? one girl wanted to know
You wrote: I am ***** ******* and I'm 15. I used to live in Florida, and I went to one of Jesse's concerts. In short, they deemed that I should make a CD and tour with him for publicity this summer.
Another person wanted to know, What makes you so special?
*Already, I have a critic,* you thought. You decided not to respond. You replyed to a few other questions, namely why there weren't any pictures of you on the website, and whether or not you and Jesse were going out. There were quite a few rude questions you skipped over.
"1... 2... 3..." you heard, but ignored it.
Suddenly you were doused in water, and you screamed, looking up to find...
(YAY! I have no idea why I'm happy...)
Pick me, vote for me, Kerry better win! (lol) No offense to Republicans, of course!