"I'll stop the whole world!
I'll stop the whole world,
from turning into a monster,
and eating us alive.
Don't you ever wonder,
how we survive!
Now that your gone,
the world
is ours." I sang the last part smiling.
Applause burst through the crowd.
"That was great, Breezy!" My guitar player and future boyfriend, Ray, smiled a very cute smile at me.
"Thanks, Ray. You played really good too." I smiled like the perfect flirt I was.
"Umm. Breezy Taslyn?" A weird guy in a suit called from the side of the stage.
"Yes?" I said, very annoyed at the interruption.
"You have some unexpected visitors that demand attention." He motioned for me to follow him off the stage. I frowned down at him.
"No way. I am in the middle of our freakin concert!" I yelled at him over the screams of the crowd.
"Breeze." Ray tapped my shoulder.
I turned around to look at him smiling kindly.
"I'll do a guitar solo for a couple minutes, okay, Breeze?"
I thought for a minute. Ray was being really nice. I guess I could go see what the stupid idiots wanted, whoever they were.
"Okay, thanks." I kissed his cheek, and jumped off the stage to the crowd three or four feet below.
I smiled at the encounter I was brave enough to do.
"Breezy Taslyn! OH MY GOD! Your voice is sooooo pretty! YOU are so pretty!" A fan screamed at me. "Please sign my face!"
"Umm, with what? I have a pen and a marker." I said, getting even more irritated.
"Sign my lips with yours." A hot guy in the crowd who looked my age, seventeen, flirted.
I blushed, but keeped my cool. "I think I'm taken. Sorry."
I quickly followed the weird guy in the suit out of the stadium, to the office part of it.
"There will be someone with bleach blonde hair and the same face as you at the door. Talk to her." He walked away like he was avoiding something.
Bleach blonde with the same face as me? What the hell was that guy talking about?
"Breezy!" A voice the same as mine squeaked near the door. I looked over to see myself with bleach blonde hair. WHAT! THE! HELL!
"Wha..." I trailed off. "Who...."
The mirror image of me with uglier hair ran up to me and hugged me hard.
"I cannot believe I finally got to meet you, sista Breezy! Nice look!" She laughed.
"Who. Are. You?" I said, backing up.
"You didn't know I was coming to live with you?! OMG!! Well, here I am, your life is officially better because I'm here." She took out shiny pink lipstick and shoved it in my face, and put it on my lips.
"Eww! What are you doing? And, you didn't answer my question." I yelled, officially irritated.
"I'm your long-lost twin sister, Brianna!" She squeaked, hurting my concert-torn ears.
"Yeah, right. And, my purple turtle just got a mustache! Who put you up to this?" I said sarcastically.
She frowned and gasped. "I'm not lying."
My jaw dropped. This could not be happening. A twin? Huh, no way.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.07.2011

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