Riley Castro could feel the sweat dripping from inside her body through her now moist palms. She had never had a feeling of excitement and anxiety mixed into one! The door of the WEFX radio station swung open, and the bells that hung above it chimed. The punk receptionist sat at a desk with a glass window and was reading The Rolling Stone and was blowing bubbles with hubba bubba bubblegum. She had spikey blonde hair with pink streaks and was listening to her ipod. Blake knocked on the glass window to attract her attention. “Excuse me, were here to meet Ronnie Danes.” “Oh, okay” said the unenthusiastic receptionist as she blew and popped another bubble. She then left her big, spinning, comfy seat and led the girls through a long corridor. The burgandy walls were filled with pictures with what seemed to be a million different celebrities and music artists. But, the girls only cared about one, and the only way they’d see that person was walking through the door straight back and to the left. The door creaked a bit and Blake, Emma, Amber, and Riley quietly and cautiously stepped inside the room. There was a glass door and behind is was Ronnie Danes and a dark brown haired, brown eyed, pretty girl- who was chatting with him while her guitar was on her lap. The girls stood there smiling and gaping at the same time. Riley recited lyrics in her head, “Just tell me how I got this far…” – Perfect for such a lucky moment. There favorite artist- Michelle Branch stood there in front of them, laughing with Ronnie and they were about to meet her. While writing and playing her own songs, Riley tries to base her music off of Michelle Branch’s style. She’s a true influence and inspiration for her talent. The girls then saw Ronnie press a big red button that turned the microphones off and led Michelle out the door that separated the big glass from the room. There she was-a celebrity, the girls’ FAVORITE celebrity, 8 feet away from them and growing closer. “Girls, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Said Ronnie as he escorted Michelle to the four incredibly lucky girls. “Hey! It’s so nice to meet you, Ronnie told me so much about you,” Said Michelle, she was even nicer than Riley could’ve ever dreamt. “Uh, hi,” Said Blake in a friendly, but shy way, as if she had tape over her mouth and wanted to let all of her words out, but couldn’t. Emma nudged Blake, it was rare to see her shy, but it was funny in a cute way. “Hey! I love your music,” exclaimed Emma in a usually outgoing and perky voice, it wasn’t hard for her to realize Michelle Branch was really a normal, sweet person. “Me too!” joined in Amber. Blake, Emma, and Amber pushed Riley in front of them, who was squeezing her guitar strap extremely close to her chest. “Our friend Riley is an amazing musician, you’re her inspiration,” explained Amber, to let the star know why she was originally hiding behind the others. “The way your lyrics tell a story and the emotions are portrayed by your voice and the way you play guitar, it’s incredible,” Said Riley who still felt as if she was in a deep sleep and her alarm clock would go off. She’d have to wish the moment was real, but no, it WAS real. “Wow, thank you! I’d love to hear you play,” Replied her favorite celebrity and idol. “Sadly, we only have two minutes till commercials end and we have to get back on the air.” “Why doesn’t she play a snippet on the radio with me!” “Riley, are you ready for that.” “Oh my God, do it girl!” Emma convinced her as she had a hand on Riley’s shoulder. “I can’t believe this is happening, wow of course I will!” Riley said both excitedly and nervously. “Let’s do it,” Michelle winked and followed Ronnie back into the studio, Riley just steps behind. Blake Vienta, Emma West, and Amber Languay stayed behind the shiny glass window and watched. Their eyes twinkled with faith of their best friend, and they were so excited. What would this lead to for Riley, and how would their lives change?

NOVEMBER 14TH: A FRESH START FOR A FRESH FALL DAY

RILEY

It was exactly 7:34 A.M.; Riley only knew this because the bell rang which began her favorite class, guitar with Mr. McGrath in room 82. He was an awesome thirty-something year old man with a scruffy, effortless & manly look. He was in a band called Screened Mirrors back when he was a little older than Riley- and through college, but they never became famous. Riley was glowing more than ever, after yesterday, she felt like a different person. She got to sing her song “Before the sun goes down” with Michelle Freakin’ Branch! It was a must-tell her favorite teacher situation, so she stood at his desk. “Mr.McGrath, did you by any chance listen to 95.9 on the radio yesterday?” “Nah, that’s too subtle for me, I like the hardcore rock, why?” “Because...you know how you said my sound resembled Michelle Branch? Well, I MET HER! Not only that, but I performed the song I wrote in this class with her on the radio. She played with me and I also sung!, it was incredible.” She couldn’t stop gushing, it was just too good to be true. “That’s sweet Riley! I wish I heard it, that song you wrote was spectacular, congratulations.” He put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a pat. Riley made her way over to her seat in the front of the room, only 7 or so steps away from where she was standing. She sat down like the rest of the class and crossed her legs. After stretching his arms and scratching his faint stubble on his chin, Mr. McGrath stood up. “Good morning class. Today I have a special assignment for you, but first… it appears we have a new student.” He pointed towards left of Riley. She turned her head around to look. Wow new student, huh? This class just got a little better. Riley smiled and thought to her self. “Class, meet Troy Fender.” Ironic, fender in guitar class, ha. Riley wondered if she was the only one who noticed. “Where’d you come from Troy boy?” “Haha, I’m from Montgomery, Pennsylvania.” “Nice! We’ll do our best to make you feel welcome.” As Mr. McGrath smiled, he seemed to be aiming it at Riley. She wouldn’t have a problem with making him comfortable ;). She glanced over to take a second look at her new classmate. Even from across the room she could tell he was wearing Bullhead dark-wash jeans, a black Volcom stone shirt, and he was definitely wearing Axe- most likely phoenix, because that was Riley’s favorite of the Axe collection, and it was strong enough to smell from miles away. He had dark brown hair that was somewhat spiked, but unfortunately from her seat in the front she couldn’t figure out anything else. “Now, about that assignment; You'll be in pairs for this one.” Mr. McGrath began explaining. Riley sighed, if the partners were assigned she was in luck, but she was somewhat shy in this class, and everyone else had a good friend in it. She’d probably be left without a partner and be made into a group of three. Oh wait hmmm, now there was an even number thanks to Troy. “I want you to make a song together! One partner can write the lyrics, the other can write the chords and melody, doesn’t matter! This will be due Next Thursday, so you have plenty of class time to finish. Have fun and be creative. Now…go pick your partners!” Wow, talk about enthusiasm, but that was something rarely lacked by Mr. McGrath. Riley sat there, slightly checking to see if Troy had a partner, or if he was alone like Riley. Maybe they were meant to be, but it was too soon to know, she hasn’t even talked to him yet. “Relax,” she whispered to herself as she stood up. Wearing a grey C&C California dress, it was eco-friendly (made of organic materials), and of course cute. She pulled her dress down for a quick adjustment, quickly applied her fruit pop Lancome Juicy tube lip gloss, and began walking towards her new partner, classmate, and crush. “Hey, uh Troy, right?…Looks like we’re the only one’s without partners, I’m Riley.” “Oh, hmm yeah it does. Guess we have no choice but to pair up, huh?” He smiled and said jokingly; wow he had the whole package. Up close Riley noticed his sparkling dark green eyes, he had a diamond stud earring on each ear, and little freckles on his nose and cheeks, giving him somewhat of an innocent look, but his whole appearance screamed bad boy at the same time. “So, do you have any ideas for this project or whatever, I can help you with the lyrics if you want.” “What makes you think I need help?” “Oh I get it, sarcastic aren’t ya? You can do whatever you want, I’ll give you a new student advantage,” smiled Riley. This week just keeps getting better and better. It all rolled into one amazing dream she seemed to never wake from. She ripped a piece of paper out from her five-star college ruled notebook and tapped the eraser of her mechanical BIC pencil for more lead. She put the paper on his desk and by accident ended up softly touching his hand. Tingles fled through her body, just like in Colbie Caillat’s “Bubbly”. “Sorry about that,” She Apologized nervously. “You better be,” Troy replied sarcastically as he winked. “So, what are you into?” asked Riley for inspiration of their future lyrics. “You,” slipped Troy, then blushed “Uh I meant to say, stuff…you know like skateboarding, hey do you like the band All Time Low?” “Oh cool, and yes, they’re amazing, and I actually really like some of their acoustic versions, like Running from Lions, Stay Awake and stuff, but they’re actually one of my favorite bands.” “Sweet, I agree. I was actually thinking we could make our song sound like something they would make. Now that I think about it, Running from lions has a good melody, and I know I could do some of the chords.” “Nice, we should be great.” As Riley sincerely grinned and said that to her new crush, she didn’t mean great as just guitar class pairs, but also great hopefully as a future couple. Before the sun goes down, I hope I get to see you around, yeah But that’s okay if I have to wait a whole another day, just because its you. I don’t wana wait till dawn, oh no I don’t wanna wait till the night.

EMMA

Emma West sat in her dark blue metal chair with her Abercrombie and Fitch Madison dark wash jean covered legs double-crossed and was biting on the cap of her pen. Bored as usual, her biology teacher Mr. Patrice dully explained Meiosis I & II. Where would she ever see this again, and what would she use it for? Her dad was a doctor, not her- and he didn’t expect her to keep the tradition going neither, so why bother learning about this crap? Instead of studying life- she’d be living life as a famous celebrity. She would rather have a crazy paparazzi stalker chase her than learn about life, and the learning part ironically seemed to be killing her. As soon as Mr. Patrice turned the lights on at 7:47 everyone who was trying to sleep started to groan. “Rise and Shine!” Mr. Patrice joked, in a teacher trying to be funny way. By the time he walked back to his desk and took a sip of his Grande Starbucks café late there was a knock on the door. Through the rectangular window Emma could see blazing blue eyes, was it Charlie, nah; why would he be in the freshmen hallway? With his stumpy body and un-toned shape Mr. Patrice made his way back to the door to open it and let the boy she hopes is Charlie in. Yes, wearing an Abercrombie & Fitch appliqué off white thermal with distressed medium washed Kilburn jeans (Also from Abercrombie & Fitch) he was styled to perfection. And to top it off, he was wearing tan and brown Nike Air Force Ones. Wow, could they be anymore compatible? She was THE Abercrombie girl of her whole class. It always fit her amazingly, and she loved the shirts, knits, baby-dolls, jeans, sweaters, and most likely if you bought something there, she already had it. They both could be in an ad together on the wall or window or bag of Abercrombie & Fitch, and people would be hanging it on their bedroom walls for decoration. After all, Emma’s name was a name of jeans there- her favorite, of course, and she believed they were made for her. Quickly, she checked if her 8 perfume was still fresh and in full gear. Because, from her second row seat, she could smell his Fierce cologne, only the biggest turn on ever according to Emma. With her perky and outgoing personality, she pretended she needed to sharpen her already pointy as always pencil to get closer to Charlie. Had he hit on her the other day? Or was it just friendly? Emma heard her least favorite teacher and dream boy making small talk about how Charlie was always good at biology blah blah blah and should tutor some of Mr. Patrice’s students. Hmm, maybe if he was a better teacher his students wouldn’t need tutors. Just like in cartoons, suddenly an idea popped into Emma’s head. She had a C+ in biology, not her best subject…that’s for sure. If there was a class on boys she would have an A+, but she could always use practice. Room number 56 grew quieter and she heard footsteps coming from behind. Then as she “sharpened her pencil” felt a warm hand on the small of her back. He turned and faced her with his flawless smile as he left the room and opened the door. Oh yes, there was always room for improvement in biology, especially now. BLAKE Blake Vienta was born into Rowayton Connecticut royalty with her high class Italian family. With her family’s power & Dad’s job alone she could sign a recording contract with 3 different companies even if she sounded like a dying whale. Her dad was the reason Riley had her big break, and she rocked it. Before she fell asleep she smiled thinking how proud and happy she was for Riley to achieve a dream. In her gigantic brick old-fashioned mansion she woke up to beauty everyday, just by looking through her window or by looking in the mirror. She was a natural beauty with chocolate brown straight, shiny hair. Blake, like a star- shined, so it was only fair if her hair did too. During this process on today’s date November 14th, she dressed extra classy and high fashion. Today was a big day; she was meeting with the Freshmen Class President of their school rivals, the Preston High Pirates. Each year, the freshmen class held a fundraiser, but the president and student government & council had a democratic vote on how they would raise the money. Which ever school raised more money earned a huge winter formal, which freshmen didn’t normally have. Everyone from Preston had the same stereotype- snobbish and stiff, but clever. After school, the fundraiser ideas would be made, but she must meet with Wilson Cochet first, wow, even his name sounded high maintenance. This morning as Blake sprayed her Vera Wang Princess and applied her Bobbi Brown lip gloss; she imagined Wilson and created her own brat. He was probably a short, polo-wearing, golf playing stuck-up fancy pants. Even though Blake was rich, she was an extremely laid back person, of course fashion made her royalty show, but that wasn’t all that made her. She was incredibly smart, and a great leader making her the biggest role model of the Class of 2011. If she wasn’t already rich, she was someone you could predict to be wealthy in the future. So, to make a good statement- she put together a great ensemble: A clean white thin button down short sleeved Piqué shirt sapphire buttons with columns of thin lace surrounding it. And for her bottom half a navy blue Juicy Couture skirt that reached her knees. Her shoes- navy blue Manolo Blahnik pumps with a white bow. The whole outfit was so put together it reminded her of Blair Waldorf on the hit show Gossip Girl. Hopefully she would be lucky enough to have Wilson look like Nate Archibald. Her driver Carlos even complimented her outfit when leading her to the black BMW SUV in the stone driveway. She swiped her side bangs out of her eyes and Carlos, looking at Blake’s profile during a red light complimented her saying, “Wow Ms. Blake, you look absolutely stunning.” Blake smiled and was happy her day was starting well, and was crossing her OPI Russian Navy manicured fingers the rascal Wilson wouldn’t ruin it.

AMBER

With the field hockey season coming to a close, the Brien McMahon High School Panther’s had only one game left in the playoffs before the state championships. Today, she slicked back her hair in a side ponytail- but it always looked perfect for such an athletic and fun look. With her brown freckly nose and loving, warm, brown eyes it was hard to believe Amber would ever be as competitive as she really is. Every school day consisted of the same schedule; School, field hockey, shower, homework, and then he would sleep just to wake up for the same routine all over again. This weekend was her last chance to lead her team to states, and she couldn’t let them down. After all, she was the best freshman sweeper to ever survive a season of field hockey with Coach Baker. Unfortunately, Amber started her day with gym meaning she started the day with Coach Baker doing cheesy warm-ups, and ended it doing drills and sprints, or practicing her skills. This game was not only a huge deal, but also they were facing their rivalry school- the Preston High School Pirates. Ariana Jones was not only the star sweeper at Preston, but had gone to the 4 week field hockey program in New Jersey with Amber. They started week 1 as best friends, and when Ariana showed her competitive side, lets just say the friendship drifted. During week 4, there was a one on one tournament, and with her luck Amber had to face off against Ariana. It was clearly not a goal, Amber knew it. But with Ariana’s butt-kicking skills, it wasn’t difficult for Amber to guess the Coaches favored her. So, at the award ceremony, Ariana stood raised 2 feet high at the gold podium, while to the right Amber stood at the silver one that was one foot shorter. Amber hadn’t seen her since that day, and needless to say wasn’t too thrilled to see her again. Argh, matey! Amber Languay was ready to kick some pirate booty.

Try to incorporate not only the character's face, but also their style and personality to prove to me you can fill their shoes.
Name:
Hair color/style:
Eye color:
Which character you want to be:
How do you relate to this character?:
Picture: Try to get atleast one body shot!