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by Pop Ate My Hearts 5/17/2012, 4:36 amNew and improved version of my story about all of us living in New York. New storyline and everything though and I promise that I will actually finish posting this one. And by the way, whenever you see **** it means that the scene is changing to someone else’s point of view.
CHAPTER ONE:
MARK:
Mark was dragged out of his peaceful slumber by the sound of Mandi yelling at him in his ear. “Get up, get up!” she cried.
He moved himself into a sitting position and replied with a sleepy, “What?” He opened his eyes and focused on Mandi’s outfit. A ‘Telephone’ t-shirt with jeans and sneakers. He took a glance at the clock. 7:02am. Why was she dressed so early?
"It's a surprise," she giggled, "Just wear something Gaga-y." Mark nodded tiredly and pulled himself up off the bed to the closet. As Mandi left the room, he pulled off his white singlet top and boxer shorts and replaced it with his favourite Born This Way jacket, top, pants and shoes.
As Mark rounded into the living room, he saw Mandi with her camera, and Justin with his iPhone, standing in the doorway of their apartment. Mark grabbed his Blackberry and followed the other two down the dusty staircase of the building.
As they pushed open the big glass entrance door, they saw a large group of paparazzi and hysterical people crowded around a car.
The three of them slipped through the crowd to the front where they could see Lady Gaga, in a stunning black hat and dress, perched in a black SUV.
Mandi scrambled forward eagerly, and when no-one stopped her, Mark and Justin raced behind her. They gathered at the window of the car and started babbling and tearing up as Gaga signed each of their shirts and took a photo.
After a few minutes, some guards shuffled the three away. They stood on the concrete pathway in shock for a while.
****
MIKE:
“Hello?” Mike answered after the tune of Electric Chapel sounded from his phone.
“Oh my god, you’ll never guess what happened!” Mark shouted into the speaker. Many scenarios raced through Mike's mind. But before Mike could reply, Justin yelled, “We met Gaga!” in the background.
“You met Gaga?!” Mike said, shock ringing through his voice.
“Yes! She was outside our apartment building and she looked so amazing and she signed our shirts and we took a photo and…” Mark stuttered and Mandi grabbed the phone off him
“He’s still recovering,” Mandi smirked.
“Times like these when I wish I lived with you three,” Mike laughed.
“So, what’s up with you?” she asked.
“Nothing much,” he shrugged. He paused before continuing. “Oh yeah, Kat told me to tell you guys that tomorrow night we’re all gonna have a party at her club.”
“Sounds great! Are Carlo, Veronica and Anyssa going to come too?” Mandi beamed.
“I’ll ring and check them right now,” Mike replied as he pressed the end call button and went to call Anyssa, Veronica and Carlo.
It seemed like nothing would ever go wrong…
CHAPTER ONE:
MARK:
Mark was dragged out of his peaceful slumber by the sound of Mandi yelling at him in his ear. “Get up, get up!” she cried.
He moved himself into a sitting position and replied with a sleepy, “What?” He opened his eyes and focused on Mandi’s outfit. A ‘Telephone’ t-shirt with jeans and sneakers. He took a glance at the clock. 7:02am. Why was she dressed so early?
"It's a surprise," she giggled, "Just wear something Gaga-y." Mark nodded tiredly and pulled himself up off the bed to the closet. As Mandi left the room, he pulled off his white singlet top and boxer shorts and replaced it with his favourite Born This Way jacket, top, pants and shoes.
As Mark rounded into the living room, he saw Mandi with her camera, and Justin with his iPhone, standing in the doorway of their apartment. Mark grabbed his Blackberry and followed the other two down the dusty staircase of the building.
As they pushed open the big glass entrance door, they saw a large group of paparazzi and hysterical people crowded around a car.
The three of them slipped through the crowd to the front where they could see Lady Gaga, in a stunning black hat and dress, perched in a black SUV.
Mandi scrambled forward eagerly, and when no-one stopped her, Mark and Justin raced behind her. They gathered at the window of the car and started babbling and tearing up as Gaga signed each of their shirts and took a photo.
After a few minutes, some guards shuffled the three away. They stood on the concrete pathway in shock for a while.
****
MIKE:
“Hello?” Mike answered after the tune of Electric Chapel sounded from his phone.
“Oh my god, you’ll never guess what happened!” Mark shouted into the speaker. Many scenarios raced through Mike's mind. But before Mike could reply, Justin yelled, “We met Gaga!” in the background.
“You met Gaga?!” Mike said, shock ringing through his voice.
“Yes! She was outside our apartment building and she looked so amazing and she signed our shirts and we took a photo and…” Mark stuttered and Mandi grabbed the phone off him
“He’s still recovering,” Mandi smirked.
“Times like these when I wish I lived with you three,” Mike laughed.
“So, what’s up with you?” she asked.
“Nothing much,” he shrugged. He paused before continuing. “Oh yeah, Kat told me to tell you guys that tomorrow night we’re all gonna have a party at her club.”
“Sounds great! Are Carlo, Veronica and Anyssa going to come too?” Mandi beamed.
“I’ll ring and check them right now,” Mike replied as he pressed the end call button and went to call Anyssa, Veronica and Carlo.
It seemed like nothing would ever go wrong…
Last edited by xHeavyMetalGaga on 5/17/2012, 11:05 pm; edited 1 time in total
