Studio Madness

Karly's POV

Want to know what I hate? When people try to fucking piss me off. Like my parents, for instance. I walk down the stairs after I have dyed my hair, and my mum's all like,

"Karly, I'm afraid you'll be leaving for a while."

So I'm like,

"Well, okay. But where?"

The fact is, I didn't really want to leave. I love the comfort of my zone. At school, if someone's body parts of anything touch my desk, I have to remind them,

"Get out of my bubble. You're popping it."

Other than the jocks, jerks, and cheerleaders, I welcome you to hear about Karly 'Karezzi' Jorell!

The outside of that place looked funny. Sort of like when you mash potatoes. Their great, then ugly. After all, you do eat them, correct?

"Welcome, to the LMS studio." I jumped back as I dropped my gym back.

"That scared the s-" I cut off my sentence, because I was surrounded by people.

"I see, you must be Karly." An elder man stepped in front of me.

"I am Mr. Stains, and these are my conductors:" He pointed to a redhead, one with purple-ish blonde hair, and one with white-ish blonde hair.

"Say hello to Ruby," That was the redhead.

"Plum." I could suspect their names, due to hair color.

"..and Syhona." That one stumped me. Around them was a group of people.

"Hey, I'm Trinity. I'm the major prankster of the group. I can tell we'll be great friends." She shook my hands. I turned away and rolled my eyes.

"Pleasure to meet you. Next..."

A blond chick stepped in front of me. She wore this random sailor dress with Lolita heels.

"Kailin." She said her name.

"Holy Jesus! Are you filming Sailor Moon here? I love that show!" I yelled. She giggled a little.

"Um, no, but I sure do want to!"

Two men walked up, as I shook both hands with my right. My left hand clutched my purse tightly.

"I'm Steve." A nerdy one said.

"I'm Luke." He was handsome. I loved the twinkle in his eyes. My thoughts were interrupted as the door opened.

"Hello world!" A voice said.

Chanel's POV

"One after another..." A black haired girl whispered.

"Hi. I'm Chanel Brooks, but you can call me Channey or just Chan. I really don't care." I held on to my carry-on purse as my bags rolled over the tiled floor. I swear a guy's jaw dropped.

"Ah, yes. Miss Chanel, we will wait for the last person before giving out instructions."

"Wait, there's another?" A blonde chick said. I laughed.

"Oh Golly, there will be a lot of us." The jaw whose jaw dropped laughed.

" I---like----because---rainbow-----that---being---as---" I heard someone say. I didn't catch the whole thing, but I just forgot about it.

The door burst open, as K-Pop played behind us.

Marissa's POV

I was surrounded by so many fucking people, I literally felt like my music had stopped.

"annyeonghaseyo. wae geuli manh-eun salam-eun?" I slapped my right cheek.

"Come again?" A black haired girl said. I sighed.

"Hello. Why so many people? Can't a person move to fucking America and still speak a native language?" An elder man whistled.

"I see we have some trash talkers this year."

"mulleoseo, gyejib-a!" I yelled.

"Please repeat." He said with a stern tone.

"Fuck off, Bitch." I blasted my music louder.

"Turn that down!" It was the first time I had heard him yell. Judging by everyone else's expressions, I think it was the first time they have heard it too. I obeyed and turned off my iPod.

"Thank you. Meet Ruby, Plum, and Syhona. Sadly, Takumi is over in Japan with her brother, preforming with The Mistress' Children. They'll be back soon." I rolled my eyes and felt around in my makeup bag. Finally I found my mascara.

"The rooms are down the hall. There are bathrooms across from the bedroom. See you guys later." He sounded annoyed, as he stormed away.

I shrugged and walked to the room with two other girls. I sighed. This will be a really long-as-fuck trip.