Dex's POV ( II )

I walked slowly to my designated seat, my name was embroidered on the back, and plopped down, pondering over the current situation. Penny was right. I couldn't just ask that girl to drop everything to go with me across America to record a song together. She would have to want it, desire it with every fiber of her being. For all I knew, she might have a life back at her home. She might have... a boyfriend.

I did like her, with her beautiful light brown hair and big blue eyes as clear as the sky above me. She was tall and leggy, like a model, but a bit too short. That was okay, though. I personally was only 5'10, and any decent model would tower over me. I could envision me and her, walking down a crowded street, sipping lattes and just talking, while we posed for the dozens of cameras. We would make a good couple...

Whoa, stop thinking so far ahead, I told myself gently. I just wanted her to record a song for me, and on strictly business terms. At least that's what I tried to tell myself.

I thought and thought about it, confusedly looking around the room, searching for some sort of clue, something that would lead me to the answer. Nothing gave me any leads though. I sighed. What did I expect? A newspaper or something lying around giving me the answers to all my problems?

I soon spotted a poster hanging around, a giant one, with an American Idol picture on it. "Do you think you can sing?" it screamed, a huge display of words splashed on the colorful paper.

That was it! I will have a contest. I could picture it now, a huge sign saying "DEX: THE SINGING CONTEST," and that new picture of me displayed on the front. The prize would be a record deal with me. If that pretty girl, Eve, was serious about singing, she would definitely come.

I rubbed my hands together, a habbit I always did when I was excited about something.

"Penny!" I called, rather seductively. I always had to get a bit... persuasive around Penny to get her to do something.