The date was May 3rd, which meant only 6 more days until it was Kayla's- and Pierre's- birthday. She still had half an hour before she had to leave to go record, and so decided to post a blog on myspace.com:
Saturday, May 3
12:00 PM
Mood: lo0Oopy!
WOOOO! SIX DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY! WOOOO!
now that im over my sugar high (well mayb not over it but w/e) um. Lets see. Haha um..
GOSH IM BORED!
I have aim. Dur my sn is spfansince02 CHAT ME UP BIOTCHES!
Much <333,
~kayla
Now, were going to do one of those super-fun TIME JUMP things, where we skip from May 3rd to August 29th (yes, that is Davids birthday)
Another note: this is going to be in Kaylas point of view =)
One morning, I woke up to find that sunlight was already warming up my bedroom, and also that I was far too hot with my blanket on. Throwing the pink blanket off of me, I sat up in bed and yawned.
"What time is it?" I wondered aloud. "Ten oclock, geez!" I really did appreciate that extra sleep. Amazed that I somehow felt rested after a night of sleep, I shook my head (still in disbelief) and walked happily over to my bathroom, doing a double take on the way.
"August 29th- thats Davids birthday!" I whispered to myself. Smacking my forehead, I rolled my green eyes, and grabbed a clean towel from the pile, entering the bathroom for a shower.
After finishing my shower, I lounged around reading a good book in the living room, till I noticed the mail truck come. I didnt expect anything but bills and possibly a magazine, so of course I was shocked when I saw the following envelope in the pile of letters.
DC FLAG RECORDS
Of course, I had absolutely no clue as to why I shouldve been excited at such an envelope, but that was before I read the letter that would change my life.
I thought it would just be something telling me that if I sent something in, Id get a free Lola Ray CD (they do rock!), but of course, it just had to be an extensive, thick letter (weird).
Still puzzled, I read the letter:
CONGRATULATIONS!
You have just gotten yourself a record deal with DC Flag Records.
Kayla, your talented voice and amazing lyrics really draw in a listener. One listen to one of your songs is never enough, and its puzzling how you didnt get a record deal sooner. It will be amazing to tour with you, and we cant wait to produce and put out your record.
Congratulations once again!
Best wishes,
Benji and Joel Madden
I stared at disbelief at the sheet of paper held in my hands- how did I get a record deal? There was the whole fact that I dont really think Im that good of a singer, but- I NEVER SENT IN A DEMO TO DC FLAG!
Hold on- there was more stuff in the envelope. I looked through to find a detailed recording contract that I was to read over, in addition to a note that they wanted me to visit the studio in California. I also found a plane ticket, and an itinerary of when things would happen.
There is only one person who I could tell- my best friend, Chelsea. I withdrew my cell phone from my pocket, and listened to the ringing.
"Hello?" She said.
"Hey, Chels, its me, Kayla."
"Oh hey! Whats up?"
"Chelsea, I just got a record deal from DC Flag."
"NO WAY!" she screamed into the phone.
"Yeah," I began, "And the funny thing is, I didnt even send them a demo of me!"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention that to you, Kayla. See, I was really good friends with David... Desrosiers... you know in high school-"
"Wait a minute, youre Canadian?"
"Yeah, didnt you know? So anyways, about David and I. Well, we were friends in high school, and now we're kind of... um...how do I say this in a way that wont make you scream.... He and I are... David.. Im going out with David Desrosiers."
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed so loudly that David himself probably heard.
"Yeah, yeah. So, apparently, Pierre and Benji and all those guys heard you singing, and Benji and Joel wanted a demo for DC Flag, you know. So, since I knew you wouldnt do it, I decided to send in a demo for you. Of course, they want to sign you, and well, yeah."
"Holy shit, Chels, you never told me any of this?"
"Nope."
"Anyways, they want me to go on tour with them. And Benji and Joel want me to come and visit the studio..." I looked at the date on the itinerary they gave me, "OH MY GOD! Chelsea, I have to fly to California tomorrow!"
"Yes, apparently you do. I'd explain more about David and I, but youve got some packing to do. Good luck!"
"Thanks. Bye!"
"Bye!" I hung up the phone.
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