I woke up at 8:00 in the morning. Ding Dong! "Oh, Hi Harold. Do come in," I said. Harold stepped in. "Julie, when are you going to start writing songs? You haven't came out with a CD yet! And who will notice you if you don't have a CD out?" Harold said. "Well...here I wrote a song right here in my notebook, Harold. I am going to have 15 songs on my CD so I still need 14. It takes quite a while to write a song," I said, showing Harold the notebook. Harold read it. "It's a very good song," he said after reading it. "But you need to get focused on it. Write 5 songs a day so we get finished if you have to. 1 at a time will not work, Julie. Here... how bout' I write 2 songs for you today. That should give you a start." "Okay. I guess that will be fine. But we don't like the same music," I said. "We both like Jazz. You can sing something a little different, can't you. I mean...it won't hurt you, Julie," Harold said.
After a week all of the songs were finished. Harold and I were walking down the street to Broadway. Harold kept saying, "Take a look at this girl. You better get her autograph now because she's going to be really famous one day." "Shhhh, Harold. Keep it down," I said, embarrassed. "Sweetie, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's about to be your career. And you don't have to be embarrassed about that," said Harold. Two little kids came over and said, "Can I have your autograph? Before you get famous?" "Well of course you can," I said. I signed some autographs and the kids ran away, happy.
Whenever we got to the recording studio, Harold sat down pointing to the two men in the corner and said, "These are your body guards, Greg and Jeff. They will be with you any time you need them and they go with you to all public places." "Okay. Hi, Greg. Hi, Jeff. Nice to meet you guys," I said. "Nice to meet you, Ma'am," said the body guards. I got in the singing area and sang all fifteen songs. After that, I was really tired. I almost walked out but Harold said, "Wait, Doll. We're not finished. There has to be photo shoots, there has to be advertisements for your CD, and there has to be planning for your schedule." "All of that right now?" I asked. "Well, da! One at a time, Doll. One at a time," Harold said.
The next day, I woke up to see my commercial. It was really good. I just got paid yesterday 1,000,000 dollars. I was rich. I was a millionaire. Then...I had an idea. I picked up my phone. "Hi, body guard Jeff and Greg?" I said. "Yep. That's us," said Greg. "I need you to come down here and drive the limo...I want to go shopping," I said. "Very well," said Greg. And he hung up the phone. As soon as they arrived, I hopped in the car quickly. We stopped at a place called STARWEAR. And I hopped out, and so did my body guards. As I was shopping, I had about twelve people come and ask me for my autograph. After I was finished shopping, I went to a place called The Polar Cafe. And I had some coco with my old friend, Jamaica. Jamaica was so excited I was becoming a star. At Polar Cafe I had about 20 people come and ask for my autograph.
Later at night, I went to my CD signing. There were 50 people there. They all wanted to stay for the party after, but it was for celebrities only. And I partied until I got pooped. So Jeff the body guard drove me home. And I went to bed right as I got home. But while I lay in bed...I pick up a magazine. And it had me on the front cover. It said, "JUST FIGURING IT OUT. Julie is a new singer. But can she lose some weight?" I thought, "Oh no! Now I have to deal with these stupid magazines. This is harder than I thought. And I can never go out in public anymore without anyone saying 'It's Julie!'"
Will Julie get use to this? Will she ever make a movie star friend? Will these magazines keep teasing her? To find out you'll have to read: The Spotlight on me: Part 3. It's better drama then ever!
