And the Rainbow Hearts
Lola and her Pink Ladies are officially a band! But are they good enough to compete in the Missy Magazine Battle of the Bands and meet the super cute, super cool guitar god Tom Tootie?Join Lola on the another rollercoaster of friendship, guitar strings and pink hairdye!Lola Love’s star is on the up! Now she’s rocking out on the gee-tar with new buds Bell, Sadie and her BF Angel, she really feels like she has found her niche.But will pink hair dye, three chords and a bucket full of positive thinking be enough for their band, The Rainbow Hearts, to win the Missy Magazine Battle of the Bands? Top prize - a meeting with one Mr Tom Tootie - Lola’s guitar god idol boy and only boy-type in the whole world yummier than Jake Farrell!The girls needs to agree on a song and fast or Eva Satine and her band of Negative Ninas will scoop the prize and Lola’s brand-spanking new good mood to boot.The second Lola Love story from the author of cool life guides for today’s pink ladies, Think Pink, Beauty*Licious, It’s a Girl Thing and Viva la Diva, Lisa Clark, this funny, fearless and fabulous story is the perfect pick me up for anyone a little bit confused about that pesky thing called life.
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Lola Love
and theRainbow
Hearts
By
Lisa Clark
www.lolasland.com
Love and the Rainbow Hearts Lola Lave and The Rainbow Hearts Sending glitter filled hugs of fabulousness to: All the Pink Ladies who have picked up this Lola bookârock out! The best air-guitar playinâ boy, EVAHâBurts. Ed-girl Lindsey far not kickinâ my bee-hind too hard and for eating Dim Sum with me when I was sad. Jared Letoâfor being my Tom Tootie. My PopahongoâDad, thanks far initiating me in all things musically coal and Iâm really sorry I scribbled aver your Beatles autographs in crayon when I was 5! Mix tape girl far giving me the 101 on being in a bandâmwoaah! Sarah Rocksâfar making coal tunes, for being a total rock star and far being my go-to-girl âbout all things guitar and girl!
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âLola, I must be dreamingâpinch me, pinch me!â Sadie demands holding out her petite, doll-like arm in my direction.
Sadie is far too cute to ever be pinched, and as a rule, I am not a pincher, but it seems my gal pal has developed what I can only describe as a touch of the crazy-excitedness, so Iâm thinking that a teeny-weeny pinch might be just the thing to calm her down.
âOw,â she scowls, rubbing hard at the just-been-pinched-by-Lola spot. âI didnât actually mean itâ¦â
Oh, maybe not then.
The cause of Sadieâs crazy-excitedness? Tom Tootie.
Sigh.
Tom Tootie, nicknamed Tootie Cuti byâ¦well, just Sadie and me probably, is the lead singer and guitar god for our current band of choice, The Tootie.
He is the only boy type in the whole wide world who is yummier than Jake Farrell.
Sigh. Thud.
Previously, I thought that Ooh-la-la Frenchville Charlie, the super cute-shop-assistant, was totally worthy of my crushinâ and maybe even a contender to Jakeâs throne, but sadly, it was not to be. While I love the fact he can recite EVERY word to all my favourite Audrey Hepburn movies, according to Angel, my BFF and his next-door neighbour, he can spend an hour or more in the bathroomâevery day. You couldnât actually date someone who took longer to get ready than you, could you?
Not really.
He does, however, make quite possibly the cutest arm-accessory though. And he has an Ooh-la-la Frenchville accent.
And he will pay you compliments, as every boy-type should.
According to Bella, my Americano gal pal and punk-trash guitar-playing princess, when deciding on a potential boy-type to hang with, you should ALWAYS make sure that they come with a built-in compliment-giving facility, because, apparently, it does not come as standard with all makes of boy. If they donât have it, she says that you must send them back and demand a new model. Bella is significantly older than me, sheâs 16, that makes her an expert in just about absolutely everything.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes, Jake. As-delicious-as-a-family-sized-bar-of-chocolate, Jake.
He was the one-and-only heir to my heart. I say was, because in an attempt to rain on my pink parade, a rather pesky evil Eva Satine, who FYI, is not a fan of my work, is now officially dating him.
Yes, this is sad.
Boo.
In fact, sometimes I think itâs even a little sadder than that because Jock boy Jake is so unbelievably wasted on Evil Eva. She is bad to the bone, badness x 100, bad, bad, badâyou get the picture, right? âCept, Iâm the only one who can see it. Oh and my BFF Angel, she can see it too, but what with her not being here all the timeâshe goes to a super-swank boarding school and has to wear a straw hat that she balances on her afroâshe doesnât get to see her evilness in full.
Still, I have a brand-new pink-thinkinâ tude, I can play three chords on the guitar, I am officially editor-girl of my very own real-life âzine, âThink Pinkâ and I have two fabulous new be-there buds, Bella and Sadie, which, let me tell you, is waaay better than having any amount of smooch time with Jake Farrell.
I am now vowing only to spend my valuable crush time on celeb-boys. They donât break your heart at 100 paces. Theyâre just very pretty and really rather nice to look atâitâs the celeb-boy law and everythingâand they sing songs that could have been written especially for you. In fact, if, like me, youâve got a very vivid imagination, those songs are written especially for you.
Every single dreamy word.
Sigh.
Which is why Sadie and I crush on Tom Tootie.
He is a full-time resident of Swoonsville. Heâs not like most guitar boys, who look like they need a really good bath. Heâs clean, and I bet if you were ever to meet him, he would smell of flowers and freshly mown lawns. Tom Tootie sings beautiful heart-string-pullinâ lyrics and has these piercing indigo-blue eyes that arenât even contact lenses, theyâre his real eyes and everything. Believe me when I say, Sadie and I have a totally incurable case of Tootie Cuti fever and we donât want to ever, I repeat, ever, find a cure, thank you very much.
