Stupid Cupid (Chapter 2)

The next day, on Valentine's day, Madeline picked up all of her girls up so they all could go to the fair. She drove them into the heart of Orange Country for half an hour. She parked in a huge lot in front of a festive carnival. When the girls entered, everything was Valentine's Day themed. There were animations of red hearts and pink kisses everywhere. Not to mention the numerous amount of lovey-dovey couples who were doing just about everything together. The girls felt awkward just walking deep into the fair together.
"Now I want DeMarcus here with me," admitted Lizzie.
"Stop with that crazy talk," commanded Madeline. "We are here to have some fun."
"If you mean 'fun' by 'lesbianism'," started Skye, "I'm sorry but I have a boyfriend."
"No, I mean 'fun' as in having fun. We don't need to a guy to enjoy this fair. We have each other and if we love each other, then that's enough, right?"
"Yeah," agreed Debra, "but I feel bad. Kyle would've wanted to come here. We would probably get on the ferris wheel and never get off."
"Debbie, what did I say about the guys? We don't need them right now."
"You're just saying that 'cause you don't have a man."
"That's right. And do you see me complaining about it?"
"No."
"That's right, no. Because I don't need a man."
"But you flirt with guys all the time," mentioned Andrea.
"That's true but I never pursue anything with them."
"Actually, you try to," said Lizzie. "It just never works out."
"Let's not think about that. Let's about us. Our bond, our friendship. Some of us have men but right now, we don't need them. Come on, remember that song we used to sing? By the Pussycat Dolls? Remember it?"
Madeline began singing the song to refresh the girls' memories and prompt them to sing along with they eventually did.

I don't need a man
To make it happen, I get off being free
I don't need a man
To make me feel good, I get off doing my thing
I don't need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
So let me break it down
I can't get off when--

"Hey," some guy interrupted them.
He was looking at Madeline, who turned around when she heard him. He wasn't a bad looking fellow. Nice smile. Nice muscles. Nice clothes. Nice blond hair floating above his forehead. He had to be in his late teens.
"I don't believe we've met," he continued.
"Then why are you interrupting me?" queried Madeline like a diva. "Don't you see us singing? Like don't you see us having a moment?"
"I'm sorry."
"Good to hear but I'm with my friends right now so you can be gone."
"But--"
"Be gone!"
The arresting fellow had no choice but to leave. Madeline turned back around to face her girls.
"You see that? He was a guy and told him to be gone. So you can see how serious I am about this trip."
"We appreciate it, Maddie," said Debra, "but we're still going to miss our guys."
"I feel you, Maddie," said Andrea, "but I just want to play some games."
"At least you have the right mindset, Andy," said Madeline. "The rest of you guys are going to see your boyfriends tomorrow so there's no need to mope. You know what? You guys do whatever; I'm gonna go over to that rose stand and buy myself a rose because I am an independent woman. You guys don't have to wait up for me; I'll find you. Now will you excuse me as I buy a rose with money. Money a man didn't give me. Of course my dad still gives me an allowance every time I take his car to the wash but he doesn't count. He's not a man. He's an old man."

Stupid Cupid (Chapter 1)

It was lunchtime and the girls found themselves in the cafeteria. That day, there was an epidemic: the love kind. It was the day before Valentine's day and girls and boys of all grades walked around with fake red roses and small white teddy bears. From their table, the girls were gawking at a couple who were standing a couple yards away. They had to be sophomores; their arms were wrapped around each other while they pecked each other on the lips over and over and over again. After a couple of minutes, they smiled at each other and walked off to their table, hand in hand.
"Thank goodness," said Andrea, re-positioning herself at her seat. "If they kept kissing each other, their lips would've fell off."
"Aw, young love," sighed Lizzie, interlocking her fingers, working together to hold a plastic rose between her palms. "It's just like old love except old people don't really like to touch each other anymore."
Soon, Lizzie's handsome boyfriend, DeMarcus, came by and sat down next to her.
"Hey," he said in his smooth, deep voice.
"Hey," Lizzie grinned.
They pecked each other on the lips.
"I got your flower."
"Good. I paid five dollars for that."
"Did you get my Valentine's Day gram?"
DeMarcus pulled out a plush toy. "You mean my teddy bear?"
"Oh! Good that you have it. I paid five dollars for that."
DeMarcus put his arm around Lizzie; she did the same thing to him.
"Somebody call the love police," quipped Skye. "This couple is way too much in love!"
"Don't make fun of me," demanded Lizzie. "Make fun of yourself. You got a rose."
"Yeah." Skye picked up her flower. "But I'm not all up in Jeffrey's face and butt with, 'Did you get my gram?'"
"So what would you do if he was here?"
"I'd jump on him and give him a big ol' kiss. Mwah!"
Lizzie giggled.
"Kyle is so sweet," commented Debra, holding a rose and a note. "He wrote a little poem to go with my flower. 'You are my pretty princess and I'm your royal sir. I'd ask you to be my Valentine but you always were.' Aw, that's cute!"
Kyle poked his head over Debra's shoulder. He didn't really surprise her. "I'm glad you like it, sweetie," he said.
Debra giggled as Kyle sat next to her.
"You guys are so cute with your boyfriends," remarked Madeline who was holding at least fifteen fake roses. "I wish I had what you had but frankly, I don't know which one to pick."
"I can't believe you received all those roses, Maddie," commented Lizzie.
"Well, believe it. I'm adorbs."
"Who are those from?" asked Debra.
Madeline examined her roses which had notes attached to them. "Let's see: I have one from Allen Bosworth, Allen Cocker, Allen Lemmon, Allen Turner, Richard, Dustin, Calvin, Wade, Darius, three from Sean, Chad -- ew --, Jackson, and Homer. Who's Homer?"
"Someone who apparently likes you," responded Skye.
"Well, I don't know who he is. But I'm thankful for all these roses."
"Come on, guys," said Andrea. "You don't got to rub all your roses in my face."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Andrea," said Debra. "I knew for sure you were going to get one."
"I felt the same way. I thought I was going to get one from Kevin but I guess when I told him it was over, he took it seriously."
"Aw," Madeline uttered. "You know what? I think we deserve a little vacation. Like to the fair."
"That sounds like fun," DeMarcus commented.
"But just us girls should go."
"Now that doesn't sound like fun."
"When?" asked Lizzie.
"This Saturday, on Valentine's Day."
"Aw, but me and DeMarcus were planning something romantic on Valentine's Day."
"Can't you do it on Sunday?"
"Isn't that against law of Valentine's Day dates and stuff?"
"No."
"Oh, okay then. What do you think, DeMarcus?"
"I think you guys deserve the vacation," answered Lizzie's boyfriend. "We can have our super special sentimental picnic on Sunday."
Lizzie grinned then rested her head on his shoulder.
"You had a name for it?" asked Skye.
"Yep," DeMarcus replied. "I call it the 'Three S Date'. Maybe I should call it the 'Four S Date' since it's on Sunday."
"But if you were going to have it on Saturday, wouldn't that have already been the 'Four S Date'?"
"Oh, I didn't think about that."
"It's okay, baby," said Lizzie, rubbing her boyfriend on the arm. "I don't care how many S's are in the name."
"You know what? I should call it the 'Five S Date' because I'm bringing my sweetie."
"Oh, DeMarcus!"
"Maybe it's a good thing I don't have a boyfriend," shared Andrea.

Rocking on Television (Chapter 5)

"Performing a cover of 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies' by Panic! at the Disco," announced Lilly into the couch, "you've met them today: A New Yesterday!"
The audience applauded and cheered as the cameras switched to A New Yesterday, who were in front of a lavender-colored display on a short platform. They were sitting on chairs with microphone stands in front of David, Sean and Skye. Kent had a pair of bongos in his lap while Sean and David held acoustic guitars. Skye sat behind a keyboard which she started playing on to begin the song. She sang sweetly into the microphone:

Oh, well imagine
If I pace in the pews of a church corridor and I
Can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
What a beautiful wedding
What a beautiful wedding says a bridesmaid to a waiter
What a shame
What a poor shame that the groom's bride is a whore

She paused for a moment then let the boys play their instruments, taking a break from the keyboard.

I chimed in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of
"Closing the doggone door, no"
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
I chimed in
Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the doggone door, no
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of 

Skye began to play the keyboard again.

Poise and rationality
Again...

The guys played their instruments louder when she held the note. Then they played quieter when Skye sang the next line.

I chimed in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the doggone door, no"
It's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
I chimed in
Haven't you people ever heard of 
Closing the doggone door, no
It's much better to face these kinds of things 
With a sense of 
Poise and rationality

The guys played their instruments louder when she sang the "again" part. Skye joined in a little with the keyboard until they ended the song with Skye pressing down on one key and David letting the guitar ring. The audience applauded the performance with bright smiles and ear-splitting hoots.
"I love you, Madeline!" Sean hollered into his microphone.

Rocking on Television (Chapter 4)

The small audience in the stands applauded as light guitar-driven music played. A 40-something blonde woman sitting on a purple couch grinned into the camera as it zoomed in on her.
"Welcome back," she said. "My next guest is straight from Orange County and no, it's not Lauren Conrad. They are a band that specializes in the genres of pop punk, power pop and alternative rock. They performed on the New Year Extravaganza which garnered the most tweets than the other performances. They are A New Yesterday. Welcome."
The audience clapped as they garnered their attention to the band who were already sitting on the couch next to the woman's couch.
"Thanks for having us, Lilly Andrews," said Skye.
"How did you come up with the name, 'A New Yesterday'?" Lilly asked.
"After our band formed," started David, "we didn't have a name for a while. We would come up with names randomly like 'Sitting on Cactuses' and 'Tiger Sharks' but none of us would agree on anything. And one day, we were talking about turning our music into something more and Skye said, 'You know what? Tomorrow is to come and today will become a new yesterday.' And I was like, 'That! That right there! That should be our band name.' And we all agreed so now we're A New Yesterday."
"So basically, I came up with the name," clarified Skye.
"Actually, I came up with the name. You just said it without even suggesting it."
"I still came up with it."
"Interesting," said Lilly. "So how was A New Yesterday born?"
"Me and Sean were actually going to be a duo," replied David. "When we met, which was during sixth grade, we learned that we were taking guitar lessons. So Sean thought, 'Hey, when we grow up, let's be musicians together.' And I said, 'Sure, as long as we don't become Savage Garden, that's cool.' So as we started writing songs together, we learned that we can't sing for crap. So Sean thought, 'Hey, let's find a singer and this would be a trio'. And I said, 'What are we gonna do? Do what P. Diddy did and set up a 'Making the Band'? I don't know.' Then Sean discovers Skye at a talent show in the first year of school. He brings her to me and says, 'I found a singer for our band. She's really good and attractive.' I told her to sing for me and she did. I said, 'Alright, you're in the band.' One day, I came over Kent's house 'cause we've been friends since elementary school. He had just moved in and in his basement were a set of drums. I asked, 'Whose drums are those?' and he said, 'Mine.' And I said, 'How come you never told me you could play drums?' He said, 'I don't know.' I told him, 'You got to be in the band.' He said, 'Okay.' So that's how our band was born."
"We should write a book," Skye joked.
Lilly smiled. "It sounds like you guys have been friends at different times."
"Yeah, but it feels like we've been friends since birth," said Sean. "We've gotten that close. I feel like we're not that close to Skye because she got other friends. But she's a good friend and she lets us know that every day so it doesn't really matter if we're close to her or not."
"You got other best friends?" Lilly asked Skye.
Skye answered, "Yeah, four."
"Are they supportive of your band?"
"Yeah, really supportive. They don't listen to rock music like that but they like seeing me happy so they want me to keep doing the rock thing."
"My girlfriend actually introduced Skye to me," mentioned Sean.
"Oh, Skye's friend is your girlfriend?" questioned Lilly.
"Yeah."
"No," Skye scrunched her eyebrows. "She is not your girlfriend."
"Yes, she is. She told me she was."
"She lied."
"Well, maybe I like being lied to."
"So is the relationship complicated?" asked Lilly.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"It's not that complicated," said Skye. "Sean loves Madeline and she doesn't love him back."
"Yo, don't embarrass me on television."
"This airs early in the morning. I bet no one we know will watch this."
"Thank you," Lilly said in deadpan with a serious face. "Now your performance on the New Year Extravaganza was your first televised performance?"
"Yep. We never performed on TV until that moment."
"I did my research and it was the most tweeted performance from that show, almost tying with Ramona Munroe by ten tweets. Eighty-five percent of the tweets talked about how much they loved you, ten percent talked about how attractive David was, and five percent talked about Skye's pimple."
Skye shook her head but had a smile on her face. "I saw it coming. If I had popped it, they would talk about the scar I'd leave behind."
"How does it feel to have all these people talking about you?"
"Well, I'm flattered to hear that I'm a heartthrob now," David bragged playfully.
"The only time I wash my hair..." Kent joked.
David chuckled. "I mean, yeah, it's cool that a lot of people are talking about us. It's good to have attention when you're becoming a band because you have to depend on the fans to buy your albums and make you money. Not that we're a band for money; we do it for the music. But it's not bad to have money; maybe I want to buy a house one day."
"What David is trying to say," started Skye, "is that we won't stay signed to our label if we don't make any money. We want to release music that deserves to be heard but we won't do that unless there are people who are willing to listen."
"Now you all are working on your first album," said Lilly. "I've been notified that you won't release it until this summer instead of right after finishing recording. What is up with that?"
"Well, we've decided that we wanted to stay at school and finish our education," responded Kent. "During the weekends, we try to finish at least one song. And when we're all done, we want to start being more out there after graduation because that time, we'll be legal adults and basically do whatever we want to do."
"So you won't release any music until June?"
"Yes, that is the plan."
"This will be our last televised appearance until the summer time," added Skye.
"You're gonna be in hiding for a while?" queried Lilly.
"Yeah," nodded Sean. "We're gonna play Hide n' Seek until we let ourselves be 'seeked'."
"That was dumb," commented David.
"I know."
"Wow, it was great talking to you all," admitted Lilly. "You should come back when you guys release your album."
"Uh, we'll think about it," said Skye.
"Okay." Lilly faced the camera. "Up next, knifes versus saws. What's sharper? Find out after this."
The audience applauded, including the band, before the show went into commercial.

Rocking on Television (Chapter 3)

It was the first day of school in 2016 and every student returned to their daily schedules. When the afternoon came and lunchtime was calling, the girls entered the cafeteria with Skye behind them. She caught the attention of a few people on her way in and they got up, applauding her. Their applause garnered more people's attention and they started clapping for Skye. She slowed down, observing the people cheering for her. For a moment, she smiled and took a bow. The girls sat down at their table and watched the oodles of teenagers applaud for Skye until their applause died down. Skye walked towards her table and sat down in her usual spot.
"Wow!" Lizzie uttered. "You're like a celebrity."
"Yeah, you're like Courtney Love," commented Andrea. "Then that would make Jeffrey Kurt Cobain and he is so not."
"I guessed everyone saw my performance," noticed Skye. "Total shocker."
"It's not a shocker," said Debra. "You rocked so hard, everyone was caught in the vibration."
"I did rock, didn't I? Why am I asking? I know I did."
"I can't believe I'm friends with a celebrity," said Madeline. "Maybe this will help boost my acting career."
"Uh, I think you should boost your career yourself."
"Do you know how hard it is to get noticed? Knowing somebody known will easily get me known."
"So you're going to use me?"
"Of course not, Skye."
Madeline switched her attention to someone else when she heard Sean's name. She looked at the door and saw Sean, who had just entered, paying heed to a couple of pretty girls.
"I saw you on TV a few nights ago," said one of the girls. She was of Asian descent and wearing glossy red lipstick. "You were dynamite." She touched his shoulder. "Do you wanna come over my house and perhaps play your guitar for me?"
Madeline hopped out of her seat and zipped towards Sean like a cheetah. "Back off, ladies," she commanded, putting her arm around Sean. "He's mine."
Hearing that, Sean's face lit up. "Yes, I am!" he agreed with a big smile, wrapping his arm around Madeline's waist.
The two girls snarled at Madeline before swaggering away.
"No, she didn't," said Andrea.
"Yes, she did," said Skye. "Why wouldn't she? She's Madeline."
"Anyway, it was totes cool seeing you on TV, Skye," shared Lizzie. "It was so surreal."
"It felt surreal just being on that stage. You didn't see my pimple, did you?"
"What? No, not at all. I'm lying, yeah."
Skye pursed her lips and smiled at the same time. "I figured. But that's okay because I rock."
"It's obvious you rock," said Andrea. "Everyone was cheering this morning before first period, they were cheering at the show, they were cheering here-- They're probably gonna be cheering when you decide to use the toilet after school."
"I thought you said that you were going to take your career slow," Debra told Skye.
"I know," said Skye. "But my manager really wanted us to do that show. And after that, so many people have been calling him, wanting us to perform at wherever. It's always been my dream to do such but now I'm flustered."
"I think you should listen to your heart," suggested Lizzie.
"Well, my heart is telling me, 'You're crazy! What are you doing? Don't you listen to your own head?'"
"Your heart sounds abusive."
"Maybe you should discuss with your band," Debra recommended.
"Yeah, maybe I should," nodded Skye. "They sit in the back so I can just go talk to them. First, I have to pry Sean from Madeline's gold digger hands."

Rocking on Television (Chapter 2)

On the day before January 1st, Madeline picked up her friends to drive them over to her friend, Chrissy’s, house for the New Year’s party. That morning, Skye’s manager, Mac McClain, drove the band, A New Yesterday, into the city so they could be near the area that they are performing at. The band stayed in a hotel room while McClain stayed in another – and better – hotel room. When the night came, they all headed to the venue where musicians would perform before cameras for Channel 16. Meanwhile, Skye’s girlfriends hung out in Chrissy’s living room which was filled with teenagers, most of them from their high school.
“Are you guys hungry?” brunette Chrissy asked the girls who were sitting on the couch. “I got mad hors d’oeuvres.”
“What kind?” asked Madeline. “I’m on an Omega-3 fatty acids diet.”
“I have pieces of fish filet wrapped in lettuce stuck with toothpicks.”
“Oh, that’s what I’m talking about, girl!”
“But I’m not sure the fish filet is a coldwater fish.”
“Is it fried?”
“No, it’s salmon.”
“Coldwater!” Madeline and Chrissy said at the same time, pointing at each other.
“I almost made forgot,” Chrissy admitted.
“I might get myself some later,” said Madeline. “I’m trying to free my skin from zits.”
“But your skin is so clear.”
“Not as clear as yours. Girl, your face just deflects pores like bulletproof glass.”
“I watch what I eat. I’ve also been using X-Out.”
“So do I but every now and time, I find myself face first into cronuts.”
“Not the cronuts!”
Madeline and Chrissy giggled while the girls just stared.
“Uh, you two need a room?” Andrea quipped.
Madeline looked at Andrea and giggled. After that, a lean guy in a green T-shirt walked up to the couch. He leaned against the back of the couch and hovered over Lizzie.
“Excuse me,” he said, trying to be suave.
Lizzie looked up at him.
“I’m afraid that I lost my number. Can I have yours?”
“Oh, sure,” she said, going through her navy leather purse. “Not a problem; I’d be glad to help.” She took out her cellphone and turned it on. “Hang on a minute. I always—“
“Lizzie,” Debra grabbed her friend’s attention. “It’s a pick up line.”
“Oh. Oh!” Lizzie looked up at the guy. “I’m sorry, guy. I can’t let you pick me up because I have a boyfriend and we really like each other.”
The boy moaned. “Ooh, later.” He then walked away.
“The ultimate boy repellent,” started Andrea, “having a boyfriend.”
“Some guys don’t care if you have a boyfriend,” said Debra.
“Yeah, her boyfriend is DeMarcus and when you look like DeMarcus, people might as well crawl up like an armadillo.”
“Should I crawl up like an armadillo?” asked Lizzie.
“No, you’re—you’re fine.”
“Chrissy, can you change to Channel 16?” requested Madeline, pointing at the high definition television. “Skye is going to be on TV.”
“For realsies?” inquired Chrissy. “I got to see this.”
Chrissy picked up the remote from the coffee table in front of the couch and changed the channel of the television. On the screen was a man in a suit holding a fluffy microphone under his chin. He was standing outside in front of a barricade which was restraining a bunch of people screaming and jumping.
“Everybody is excited to be here,” he announced into the camera, “and if these people stay outside any longer, there is a likely chance that they will pee on themselves. Our next performer comes straight from Laguna Beach. The lead singer is a girl with an attitude. The rest are punky fellas who play the instruments behind her voice. No, it is not Paramore. Or the Cranberries. Or We Are the In Crowd. I don't think any of them are from Laguna Beach. But they’re good and they’re releasing an album next year. Performing their original song, “Mister Blazer”, here is A New Yesterday!”
The people behind the barricade screamed and so did the girls back at Chrissy’s house. Everyone at the party turned their attention to the TV to focus on Skye’s band on an illuminated stage. They all gathered, anticipating the performance. Skye put her lips on the microphone and gripped the top of the stand. David played an aggressive riff on his guitar. Kent later banged on the drums slowly, tempting the audience to clap along. As Sean began to play his dirty sounding bass, Skye started singing in a raspy, almost sensual voice.

Mister Blazer
Are you going to work?
I’ve been watching you
And it’s starting to hurt
I’m addicted
To the way that you walk
I don’t want to be a stalker
So is it that we talk?
Tell, tell me, baby

The music then became louder and harder, creating a rhythm inside the audience. The teens back at the party even started grooving. Skye took the microphone off the stand and sang louder into it.

I wanna solve your mystery
But I don’t want to be history
And I wanna rip your clothes off
So you can be free
And maybe you’ll learn to get used to me
I wanna show you a joyride
And maybe let you come inside
This mind of mine, it’s loud and alive
I guess you’re gonna have to get used to me

Skye jumped around the stage as well as David and Sean. That prompted everyone in the audience to jump. Skye screamed at Kent who was letting out all of his energy on the strong drums. Everyone at the party were dancing in their own special ways.
“Skye is killing it!” commented Debra.
“And this HD TV is off the hook,” remarked Andrea.
“I know,” Lizzie agreed. “You can see the pimple on her jawline.”
On the screen, Skye put the microphone back on the stand and took off her black leather jacket. She dropped it behind herself then took the microphone back off again. She sang, “Mister Blazer” into it in a long, piercing note, which drove the audience crazy... in a good way. David and Sean sung the chorus in unison into their own microphones. When Skye began singing, they stopped singing and walked around the stage while shredding on their guitars. When the song came to a close, the boys played their instruments rapidly with Kent tapping on the cymbals. Skye faced Kent and screamed again. When he hit the drums, Skye jumped as high as she could as Kent and the rest silenced their instruments. The audience cheered and applauded while the teens at the party did the same.

Rocking on Television (Chapter 1)

Within the last week of Christmas break, the girls relaxed inside their homes, each in their own bedrooms. Madeline was grooming her dog, Crystal, combing her long white fur with a dog brush. When Crystal was entirely groomed, Madeline put her down on the floor and let the dog run out of the room. To keep herself entertained, she grabbed her cell phone and invited all her girlfriends in a Group Chat. She text-messaged, "Hey!" and everyone started to respond in speech bubbles on her screen.

LIZZIE: Wut's up?
ANDREA: Hola, chica!
DEBRA: Hi!
SKYE: What do you want?
MADELINE: I see that none of you are busy.
SKYE:  Screw u.
MADELINE: Ha ha. What is everyone doing?
DEBRA: I'm listening 2 some serene Japanese music.
LIZZIE: I always 4get. Y do u listen 2 Japanese music if u don't speak Japanese??
DEBRA: No 1 is singing in Japanese. It's just instrumental music.
LIZZIE: Oh! Dat makes sense.
ANDREA: Whatcha doin', Maddie?
MADELINE: I was grooming Crystal until I almost forgot something.
SKYE: U forgot to put barrettes in Crystal's fur?
MADELINE: No. SMH. I forgot that Chrissy is throwing a little new year's party and invited me and told me to bring anyone. Since you're anyone, are you gonna come with?
ANDREA: OK, Y do u always text so perfectly?
MADELINE: Because I'm perfect ;)
ANDREA: Si, I 4got that.
DEBRA: Count me into the party.
LIZZIE: Me 2.
ANDREA: Me tres.
SKYE: Me not.
MADELINE: Why not?
SKYE: I wanted to tell u all in person but I guess it doesn't matter. My band was invited to perform on live television on new year's eve.
DEBRA: That's koolio, Skye!
ANDREA: Magnifico!
LIZZIE: Congradulations!
MADELINE: Congratulations have a T in it.
LIZZIE: Oh, yeah, I fergot.
SKYE: Yeah, my manager helped getting us some TV time. This will b the 1st time that our performance is televised. Pretty stoked.
MADELINE: That's great to hear, Skye. You deserve it.
DEBRA: Rock on!
LIZZIE: N roll on.
ANDREA: Spare us the deets. Who will u share the stage wit?
SKYE: McClain told me n the guys that a bunch of new artists would b there. But he also said that Run-DMC n Salt n’ Pepa r expected to come.
ANDREA: U gonna b on BET?
SKYE: No, we’re gonna b on channel 16.
MADELINE: Can I come?
SKYE: No.
MADELINE: But I loooove that song, “Shoop”.
SKYE: Then tell em that thru email.
DEBRA: I think it’s complete wonderfulness that u and ur band r receiving TV time. Opportunities like dis come once in a lifetime.
SKYE: I know. I can’t wait.
LIZZIE: I’m proud of ya, Skye. U diserve it.
MADELINE: You spelled deserve wrong.
LIZZIE: Oh, sarry about that.
MADELINE: Sorry is spelled with an O.
LIZZIE: R u gonna keep correkting me?
MADELINE: Not anymore.