Hollywood Arts Lobby
Tori, Andre and Robbie are sitting in the lobby of the school. Andre is playing a song on his portable piano, while Tori and Robbie nod their heads along to the beat. The song ends and they compliment him.
"Nice fingering," says Robbie.
"Thanks," I say.
"I think it needs work," says Rex.
Andre responds with a threatening comment, "I'm about to work on a puppet."
Rex is shocked at the comment and looks at Robbie, expecting him to say something.
Quickly moving on, Tori asks, "What's that song for?"
"Friday night concert?" queries Robbie.
"Nah, it's for my advanced song writing class," Andre responds.
"Semester Project?" asks Rex.
"Yep, and it's wigging me out." He says flatly.
"Well put your wig back on…" Tori says, playfully hitting him on the shoulder and laughs. "… Cause that song sounds really cool." She finishes, pressing a key on the keyboard.
"Thanks, but I got no lyrics yet, and it's due in three days."
"Well, I'm awesome at song lyrics!" exclaims Robbie.
"No, he's not. Run! Save yourselves!" Rex says. Tori rolls her eyes and smiles.
"You just play your song and I'll just spew out what ever lyrics pop into my brain." He says.
"Okay," he reluctantly agrees.
"Here, I'll record you on my Pearpad," Tori says, as she pulls out her Pearpad.
"Yes!" Robbie exclaims, as he goes through a vocal exercise.
"Alright, here you go."
He begins to play the song. The music sounds great, but as Rex said, Robbie is not very good at coming up with song lyrics. Robbie is slow and off key.
"Uhhh, baby, every night…and I need you, and I love you… Uh… upside down… touch my toes… and I cr-cry insi- eh, I can't do this." He says as he picks up Rex and walks off. As he walks away, Rex laughs.
"…And… Delete." Tori says.
"Well, when I do come up with the lyrics, I want you to sing them." He says.
"Me?"
"You're the only you I know."
"Wow, that's deep." She says.
"So, you in?" he asks.
"So in."
"Uh-huh." He says as they fist bump.
Lane Alexander approaches.
"Tori. Yo, Tori." He exclaims.
"Oh, hey Lane." She says.
"Hey, you know that class you signed up for next semester…R&B vocals?
"Yeah, I'm so pumped for that class."
"Well, deflate yourself…" he says, "…Cause you can't take it. You have to take Tech-Theater first."
"Wait, she has to take the class, or just pass the exam? Andre chimes in.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What if I just pass the exam without taking the class?" She asks.
"The exam's in three days."
"That's all I need. I'll study, like Non-stop." She begs.
Lane thinks for a moment before giving in, like he usually does.
"Okay."
"Yay!" She runs over to hug him. She wraps her arms around his neck.
"Whoa, whoa, okay, alright." He says laughing,
Tori smells him all of a sudden.
"Were you eating potato chips?" She asks.
"Nope, you're smelling my new lotion." He answers. He pulls the bottle out of his satchel.
"Hold your hands out." He says. She does as he says. Andre sticks his out as well. He squirts some on both of their hands.
"Now, rub it in." Again they do as they're told.
"Mmmm…smells like sour cream and onion," Tori says.
"That's what it is." He replies.
"Ew." Says Andre.
"Gross," Says Tori.
"Taste it," Orders Lane.
They both lick their hands, hesitantly at first, then more, and more.
"Mmmm… Mmmhmm," says Andre.
"That's really good," Tori says.
"That's fantastic." Andre says.
"You can really taste the sour cream," Says Tori, still licking the lotion.
"Onions," says Andre.
Tori holds out her hands for more.
"More?" asks Tori.
"More? Sure." Says Lane.
Hollywood Arts Lobby- Left Side
Beck is taking a picture of the Mexican Robot, when Cat bounces up in some sort of bouncy shoe.
"Okay, F stop at 2.8… and focus." He says to himself.
Just as he takes the photo, Cat jumps into the shot wearing bouncy shoes.
"HI!" She exclaims, laughing.
"Hi." Beck says quietly.
"I'm wearing Jupiter boots!" she says, still laughing.
"Any reason?"
"So I can be bouncy," Still laughing hysterically and screaming as she bounces away excitedly.
Cat bounces by Tori, who is engulfed into studying for her Tech-Theater test.
Andre and Robbie round the corner.
"Hey, Tori," Robbie says.
"Yo, yo, yo," Says Andre.
"Afternoon…" says Rex.
They sit down on the ground by the vending machines with her.
Oh, you guys, I love you both, but please go away.
Robbie gives a sort of sad look.
"You crammin' for your Tech-Theater exam?" Andre asks.
"Trying to…" She replies. She gives a defeated laugh. "…So much material; I'm stressed."
"Want me to rub that pretty neck?" Rex asks.
"No," she answers. "Wait… yeah."
Robbie places his hand on her neck and applies pressure.
"Ohhhh," she says in pleasure.
"Look, if you're this stressed about the exam, why don't you let Robbie teach you?" Andre asks.
"Why, Robbie?"
"Uhh, because last semester, I got the highest grade in Tech-Theater that anyone has gotten at Hollywood Arts," He says proudly.
"That's why his picture's up on the wall by the door," Andre states.
Rex apparently applies to much pressure when rubbing Tori's neck.
"Ow, not so hard," she exclaims.
"I'm trying to get this kink out," he says.
"Robbie, would you really tutor me?"
"Sure. Meet me in the Black Box tomorrow, after school, and I'll teach you everything you need to know." He says as he ruffles her hair.
"Thanks… don't touch my head."
He pulls his hand away and walks off.
"Did you forget something?" Andre asks.
"Ahhh," She says frustrated. "I'm supposed to record your song after school tomorrow."
"Oh, yeah," he says sarcastically.
"Listen…" she says.
"I-I know… you gotta cram for your exam."
"Can you get another girl to sing the vocal?"
"Sure, I can find somebody."
Cat bounces by STILL laughing.
"Maybe Cat," he says.
"Maybe," Tori says.