It was anew year at Degrassi. And new year meant new beginning. At least for Blayne Anderson. In tenth grade, she had been a duplicate of her friend Paige Michalchuk. But over the summer, she wanted a desperate change. So the weekend before school started, Blayne changed herself. Drastically. So we when she got to school, you can only guess how nervous she was. First day of eleventh grade and she did a complete one eighty on her outside appearance. As she walked through the halls to go to the office, she waved at old friends who had to take a second look to make sure what they were seeing. When she got to the office, there was a long line to get a schedule. So she kind of just stood there patiently and waited. She could hear three familiar voice behind her, but she didn't want to say anything.
"Hey, I sure hope you're new because I would LOVE to escort you around." One of them said to her. She turned around and smiled.
"Spinner, that was lame. Don't ever use that line on anyone again!" She said jokingly. But the three boys just stared.
"What's the matter, Craig? Do I have something on my face?" She touched her face.
"C'mon, you haven't seen your best friend in two weeks and you aren't even going to say hello?"
"Hello?" Craig forced out.
"Sorry for the dumbfounded ness," Marco interjected. "We're just…surprised. But we like the new look. The haircut is great, and the dye job is even better. Blonde changing to brunette. Definitely a bold move. And dumping the prep look for a more, unique rocker look is awesome. Not goth, but not Paige. It's great."
"Why thank you, Marco! You're tact never fails you. Unlike these two."
Blayne turned back around as she heard the woman at the desk say next.
"Sorry." Blayne said.
"Name and grade?"
"Blayne Anderson, grade eleven."
The woman bent down and picked up a box, pulling out a folder and handing it to Michelle.
"This contains your schedule, locker assignment, and passbook."
"thanks."
Blayne turned around, held her head high, and pushed pass Craig on purpose, leaving the boys to watch her walk away with a new style. It didn't take long for Blayne to find her locker. It wasn't too far from her locker she had in ninth grade. She opened it and started organizing her stuff to make it easier to grab stuff between classes. She then heard a familiar squeal of happiness and saw a blonde bouncing her way.
"Blayne! Oh My-"
"Not now, Paige, I'm not in the mood for a fashion ticket."
"Not at all, hun! I love it! People won't confuse us anymore!" Paige said, flipping her hair. The girls laughed, but the laughter was interrupted when someone placed their hand on Blayne's locker, forcing it to slam shut.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in?"
"What do you want, Sully?" Blayne said, eyeing her ex boyfriend.
"Just to catch up with a former lover. What's happened to you? Didn't think you would take it so rough when we were over, but you went and changed your whole look to forget about me?"
"Don't be so naïve, Sully." Paige said in Blayne's defense.
"Oh look, the queen of blonde bubble heads has something to say."
"Bite me." Paige interjected.
As this conversation was going on, Marco, Spinner, and Craig were just coming out of the office. As they rounded the corner to find their lockers, they saw Blayne and Sully, and the back of Paige's head. They saw as Sully ran his hand through Blayne's short brown hair and then she swatted it away. Craig picked up speed, and Marco and Spinner followed suit.
"Hey now, what kind of attitude is that?"
"the attitude that says go away you douche bag."
Sully put his hand over his heart in mock pain.
"Ouch, baby."
"Listen Sully, why don't you go back to your "posse" and-" Sully didn't let her finish.
"Ah, the Calvary has arrived!" He said as Craig reached them, Spinner and Marco right behind him.
"I'll be seeing you later." Sully said as he pinched Blayn'es cheek.
"What was that all about?" Spinner enquired.
"Nothing. Just Sully being an ass, as usual." Blayne answered.
"Anyways, me and Spin, we're gonna get going. I'll catch up with you later hun." Paige grabbed Spinner's hand and pulled him down the hallway.
"Yeah, I gotta go too, I Haven't seen Dylan yet." Marco said excitedly.
"Go get him tiger!" Blayne said encouragingly.
Marco skipped away.
"Yeah, I should go, too." Craig added.
"Oh, ok. I'll see you later I guess."
"Yeah, bye."
Something seemed off to Blayne. Like some kind of tension between her and Craig. Because of all the interruptions, Blayne didn't finish putting all her stuff away before the bell rang.
"Shit!" She threw the rest of her stuff into her locker and pulled out her schedule so she knew where to go.
"Oh yay, AP Language and Literature. What a great class for early morning." She grabbed a notebook, folder, and pencil then ran off to find the class room. As the classroom came into sight, she knew she was going to be late, not many students were left in the hallways. She started to run. Bad idea. Right as she was entering the classroom, she ran into the person exiting the classroom, and the both fell.
"I'm so sorry…Ms. Kwan? Ms. Kwan, do you teach EVERY English class?" Blayne said as she picked up her stuff.
"No, just yours. For the past three years. Consider yourself lucky." Ms. Kwan gathered her stuff.
"Will do. Sorry." Blayne went into the class and took a seat behind Craig, who was laughing, along with the rest of the class. He turned around.
"Smooth move, exlax."
"Ah, shut up. At least I wasn't late."
"Okay, class!" Ms. Kwan called, quieting them down.
"Today is the first day of school. And I am assigning the biggest project of the year." The room erupted in groans.
"And it has absolutely nothing to do with English." That got the classes attention.
"It is strictly pass or fail. You do the project, you get an A. You don't do the project, you get an F. What will be expected to do is make a video. Of absolutely anything. Make it appropriate. Otherwise, you can do anything you want."
"Anything?" Craig asked.
"Anything. You can have a group as big as five people. If you are doing something along the lines of a documentary, the people that think of the idea get the credit, and the people you are documenting do not. Same goes as for an interview. Interviewers get the credit. Those who are questioned do not. Everyone in the group has to appear in the video at least once. The videos will be shown in class. They are not do until one month from today. So, for those of you who aren't so good with time perception, the due date it October Seventh. You have thirty minutes to find out your groups and what you will be doing. At the last ten minutes of class, you will tell me what you're doing, and I will record it down."
The movement began. People started running across the room to make sure they were with their friends. Craig had already turned around and agreed with Blayne that they would be in a group together. Marco and Jimmy came over by them.
"Hey guys. Be in our group?" Craig asked.
"Yeah." Jimmy said.
"What should we do?" Marco wondered.
"How about a video? A music video?" Craig suggested.
"Dude, that's awesome! But Spin isn't in this class." Jimmy said.
"So? Ms. Kwan never said we couldn't use people outside the class."
"ahem." Blayne coughed.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Uh, well…" Craig thought for a minute. "You can pick the theme and the story board! Direct!"
"Okay! So how about we all go over to Craig's today, and we'll start working."
"Sounds good. I'll let Spinner know what's going on." Marco said.
Near the end of class, Ms. Kwan told everyone to sit with their groups so she could go around the room asking everyone what they were doing.
"Paige? Who's in your group?" Ms. Kwan asked.
"Me and Hazel." She said.
"And what are you doing?"
"Fashion do's and don'ts of Degrassi." Hazel answered.
Someone laughed, but it was muffled.
" Marco? Group?"
"Me, Craig, Jimmy, and Blayne."
"What are you doing?"
"Music video."
"Ellie?"
"Me and Ash are doing a documentary of the secret thoughts of the students at Degrassi."
Ms. Kwan continued going around the room right up until the bell rang.
"We won't be working on this in class!" She yelled as the students filed out the door.
When the bell rang at 12:43, Blayne was relieved to be released from gym and even more relieved to know she was going to lunch. She was starving. Blayne stopped by her locker and grabbed her lunch. She had stopped eating lunch the school made when Emma protested about Genetically Modified foods. That was back in ninth grade, when she had first moved to Degrassi. She headed towards the cafeteria and met Paige on the way.
"Hey hun!" Paige greeted her.
"Hey Paige. How's the first day been for you so far?"
"Lame, as always. You?"
"Same." As Blayne and Paige entered the cafeteria, they no longer looked like twins. They looked like opposites. Blayne saw a hand shoot up, Craig's attempt to wave her down. She waved back.
"C'mon Paige, the guys are over there." She said, pulling Paige along with her. Their table was pretty crowded. Their group of friends sat on one half, on some other people sat on the other. Everyone was squished. Poor Blayne was squished between piggy Spinner, and chatter box Marco. She was obviously uncomfortable. Whenever she would look across the table to Craig for sympathy, he would just laugh. Just as Blayne was about to stand up and move to a new seat, she heard a loud CLANK. Someone had just tripped poor Toby, who threw his lunch out in front of him, getting it all over Emma's back. As his chocolate milk dripped down her back, she turned around to see who tripped Toby. Sully and his friend's were laughing hysterically. Emma bent down and helped Toby up.
"You're such a jerk, Sully."
"Go save a rainforest, Nelson."
Emma and Toby went to sit down by JT, who nicely split his lunch with Toby. Blayne shook her head in disgust, wondering why she ever dated such a jerk.
After school, Blayne rode with Craig to his house, where they waited for Spin, Marco, and Jimmy.
"Hey, sorry about the project, if you had something else in mind."
"Don't worry about it, Craig. This is fine. Besides, my artistic side is going to show through this video." She smiled.
"So what do you have in mind?"
"I don't know yet, but when the guys get here, we can talk and stuff."
Marco and Spinner were next to get there. Jimmy was last, always being late. They sat on the couch while Blayne and Craig stood in front of them.
"Okay, me and Craig have been talking, and we think that the song we should is 'What I Know'. I think I'll be able to do a lot with that. Is that cool with you?" They nodded their heads.
"Alright. Blayne, you can go inside and write up a storyboard, we're going to practice." Craig said.
"Okay." Blayne headed inside. She went upstairs into Craig's bedroom and searched around for paper and a pencil. After much searching, she found what she was looking for. She went and sat at Craig's desk, taking a moment to look at the picture of them on his desk. It was from last year's Winter Carnival dance. They had gone to an after party at Jimmy's, and that's where the picture was taken. She had a lot of fun that night. She recalled that was during her phase where she wanted to be more than friends with Craig. Not such a good idea, to be more than friends with your best friend. She looked down at the paper, and then at the pencil in her hand. She listened to the band practice at the same time for inspiration. Something hit her. She started frantically writing down ideas. When she was done with that, she moved on to the storyboard. That took awhile. She had to draw out each scene and write below it for clarification. About an hour later, she grabbed the two pieces of paper that were covered in writing and ran into the garage.
"It's about time." Spinner said sarcastically.
"Can it Spinner."
"So, what do you got?" Marco asked.
"Okay, first of all, the video will be shot in black and white. I think. And I think the theme is going to be dark, kind of angst-y. The setting for the main part is an apartment. More specifically, the kitchen of the apartment. It's trashed to all hell and back. There is a girl, in the corner, sitting, terrified. Craig is standing over by the door. Looking at her with his signature sad eyes. That is the first shot, before any music begins. Then, cut to you guys playing the instrumental lead in, you guys on a stage, looking into an empty audience. Since Craig isn't singing then, he's kind of just holding the mic stand with one hand, leaning away and looking at his feet. Like this." Blayne handed them the first page of the story board and they looked on together. "Next, when Craig starts singing, he begins walking closer to the girl, and she tries pushing backwards, as if she could go through walls. There are flashes of the apartment clean, the girl standing at the stove, and Craig throwing the door open. Then it goes back to him walking towards her." She grabbed the paper back and pointed to one drawing. "Here, we see you guys playing and Craig singing again. Then at this part of the song, Craig offers his hand to her. More flashes of you guys singing and playing. At the end, Craig puts his hand on the girls face, just as the expression on it turns to forgiving, she turns to dust, like the song says."
She looked at the guys.
"Guys? That's the end. Say something."
"This is going to be awesome!" Craig said.
"Yeah man!" Jimmy high fived him.
"Very original, Blayne." Marco said.
"Spin?" Blayne asked, worried he didn't like it.
"Doom….gloom….fit's the song great! One problem though?"
"What?"
"To get credit, you have to be in it."
"Then who will direct? And what would I do in it?" She asked.
"You would be the girl. Duh. And Ellie can direct, I know she'd agree." Marco suggested.
"But I don't want to be the girl!" Blayne said objectively.
"Pleeeeeease. You have to be!" Craig said.
"Fine." She felt bad about this idea, though. She just didn't like it. Not one bit.
"Blayne?" Jimmy said.
"yeah?"
"Do you have any idea of where we are going to be filming this?"
"Um….I actually…hadn't thought of that." She yold the group, clearly embarrassed.
"We can do the band part in here…otherwise….any suggestions?" She said.
"Hey!" Craig said grinning. "Why don't we use your basement? For some reason, there is a kitchen down there by the spare bedroom."
"Craig, you always save me! Great idea! Okay, so, how about on Saturday we film through here with you guys playing. Then on Sunday, we all go to my house and film the apartment part?"
"Sounds good!" Marco said.
"Yeah." Spinner added.
"Definitely." Jimmy agreed.
"I'll talk to Ellie tomorrow," Marco noted.
"Alright." Blayne said, nodding her head. She looked at her watch.
"I gotta go, see you guys tomorrow!" She said, grabbing her bag and running out the door before anyone got a chance to ask where she was going. As soon as she got outside, she started walking towards her house. She lived about a block and a half away from Craig, which was convenient. When she was sure no one was following her, she took as left at the street where she usually went right. She could see her house from where she was standing, and looked back at it as she walked in the complete opposite direction. She walked 10 minutes until she got to the bus stop. From there, she took the bus to the other side of town. It was known as the "rich" side of town. She got off and walked a couple of blocks, until her destination came into sight. It was a large, light blue house. She smiled to herself as she walked up the steps and rang the door bell. It was answered rather quickly.
"You know, I really don't like this new look of yours."
"Fine, I'll go home then." Blayne said, turning around to walk way. Sully grabbed her arm.
"C'mon baby, don't be like that. Come inside." So she did. She tossed her bag to the floor and jumped into his arms as he shut the door. Kissing her, he carried her upstairs.
"Hey, I sure hope you're new because I would LOVE to escort you around." One of them said to her. She turned around and smiled.
"Spinner, that was lame. Don't ever use that line on anyone again!" She said jokingly. But the three boys just stared.
"What's the matter, Craig? Do I have something on my face?" She touched her face.
"C'mon, you haven't seen your best friend in two weeks and you aren't even going to say hello?"
"Hello?" Craig forced out.
"Sorry for the dumbfounded ness," Marco interjected. "We're just…surprised. But we like the new look. The haircut is great, and the dye job is even better. Blonde changing to brunette. Definitely a bold move. And dumping the prep look for a more, unique rocker look is awesome. Not goth, but not Paige. It's great."
"Why thank you, Marco! You're tact never fails you. Unlike these two."
Blayne turned back around as she heard the woman at the desk say next.
"Sorry." Blayne said.
"Name and grade?"
"Blayne Anderson, grade eleven."
The woman bent down and picked up a box, pulling out a folder and handing it to Michelle.
"This contains your schedule, locker assignment, and passbook."
"thanks."
Blayne turned around, held her head high, and pushed pass Craig on purpose, leaving the boys to watch her walk away with a new style. It didn't take long for Blayne to find her locker. It wasn't too far from her locker she had in ninth grade. She opened it and started organizing her stuff to make it easier to grab stuff between classes. She then heard a familiar squeal of happiness and saw a blonde bouncing her way.
"Blayne! Oh My-"
"Not now, Paige, I'm not in the mood for a fashion ticket."
"Not at all, hun! I love it! People won't confuse us anymore!" Paige said, flipping her hair. The girls laughed, but the laughter was interrupted when someone placed their hand on Blayne's locker, forcing it to slam shut.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in?"
"What do you want, Sully?" Blayne said, eyeing her ex boyfriend.
"Just to catch up with a former lover. What's happened to you? Didn't think you would take it so rough when we were over, but you went and changed your whole look to forget about me?"
"Don't be so naïve, Sully." Paige said in Blayne's defense.
"Oh look, the queen of blonde bubble heads has something to say."
"Bite me." Paige interjected.
As this conversation was going on, Marco, Spinner, and Craig were just coming out of the office. As they rounded the corner to find their lockers, they saw Blayne and Sully, and the back of Paige's head. They saw as Sully ran his hand through Blayne's short brown hair and then she swatted it away. Craig picked up speed, and Marco and Spinner followed suit.
"Hey now, what kind of attitude is that?"
"the attitude that says go away you douche bag."
Sully put his hand over his heart in mock pain.
"Ouch, baby."
"Listen Sully, why don't you go back to your "posse" and-" Sully didn't let her finish.
"Ah, the Calvary has arrived!" He said as Craig reached them, Spinner and Marco right behind him.
"I'll be seeing you later." Sully said as he pinched Blayn'es cheek.
"What was that all about?" Spinner enquired.
"Nothing. Just Sully being an ass, as usual." Blayne answered.
"Anyways, me and Spin, we're gonna get going. I'll catch up with you later hun." Paige grabbed Spinner's hand and pulled him down the hallway.
"Yeah, I gotta go too, I Haven't seen Dylan yet." Marco said excitedly.
"Go get him tiger!" Blayne said encouragingly.
Marco skipped away.
"Yeah, I should go, too." Craig added.
"Oh, ok. I'll see you later I guess."
"Yeah, bye."
Something seemed off to Blayne. Like some kind of tension between her and Craig. Because of all the interruptions, Blayne didn't finish putting all her stuff away before the bell rang.
"Shit!" She threw the rest of her stuff into her locker and pulled out her schedule so she knew where to go.
"Oh yay, AP Language and Literature. What a great class for early morning." She grabbed a notebook, folder, and pencil then ran off to find the class room. As the classroom came into sight, she knew she was going to be late, not many students were left in the hallways. She started to run. Bad idea. Right as she was entering the classroom, she ran into the person exiting the classroom, and the both fell.
"I'm so sorry…Ms. Kwan? Ms. Kwan, do you teach EVERY English class?" Blayne said as she picked up her stuff.
"No, just yours. For the past three years. Consider yourself lucky." Ms. Kwan gathered her stuff.
"Will do. Sorry." Blayne went into the class and took a seat behind Craig, who was laughing, along with the rest of the class. He turned around.
"Smooth move, exlax."
"Ah, shut up. At least I wasn't late."
"Okay, class!" Ms. Kwan called, quieting them down.
"Today is the first day of school. And I am assigning the biggest project of the year." The room erupted in groans.
"And it has absolutely nothing to do with English." That got the classes attention.
"It is strictly pass or fail. You do the project, you get an A. You don't do the project, you get an F. What will be expected to do is make a video. Of absolutely anything. Make it appropriate. Otherwise, you can do anything you want."
"Anything?" Craig asked.
"Anything. You can have a group as big as five people. If you are doing something along the lines of a documentary, the people that think of the idea get the credit, and the people you are documenting do not. Same goes as for an interview. Interviewers get the credit. Those who are questioned do not. Everyone in the group has to appear in the video at least once. The videos will be shown in class. They are not do until one month from today. So, for those of you who aren't so good with time perception, the due date it October Seventh. You have thirty minutes to find out your groups and what you will be doing. At the last ten minutes of class, you will tell me what you're doing, and I will record it down."
The movement began. People started running across the room to make sure they were with their friends. Craig had already turned around and agreed with Blayne that they would be in a group together. Marco and Jimmy came over by them.
"Hey guys. Be in our group?" Craig asked.
"Yeah." Jimmy said.
"What should we do?" Marco wondered.
"How about a video? A music video?" Craig suggested.
"Dude, that's awesome! But Spin isn't in this class." Jimmy said.
"So? Ms. Kwan never said we couldn't use people outside the class."
"ahem." Blayne coughed.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Uh, well…" Craig thought for a minute. "You can pick the theme and the story board! Direct!"
"Okay! So how about we all go over to Craig's today, and we'll start working."
"Sounds good. I'll let Spinner know what's going on." Marco said.
Near the end of class, Ms. Kwan told everyone to sit with their groups so she could go around the room asking everyone what they were doing.
"Paige? Who's in your group?" Ms. Kwan asked.
"Me and Hazel." She said.
"And what are you doing?"
"Fashion do's and don'ts of Degrassi." Hazel answered.
Someone laughed, but it was muffled.
" Marco? Group?"
"Me, Craig, Jimmy, and Blayne."
"What are you doing?"
"Music video."
"Ellie?"
"Me and Ash are doing a documentary of the secret thoughts of the students at Degrassi."
Ms. Kwan continued going around the room right up until the bell rang.
"We won't be working on this in class!" She yelled as the students filed out the door.
When the bell rang at 12:43, Blayne was relieved to be released from gym and even more relieved to know she was going to lunch. She was starving. Blayne stopped by her locker and grabbed her lunch. She had stopped eating lunch the school made when Emma protested about Genetically Modified foods. That was back in ninth grade, when she had first moved to Degrassi. She headed towards the cafeteria and met Paige on the way.
"Hey hun!" Paige greeted her.
"Hey Paige. How's the first day been for you so far?"
"Lame, as always. You?"
"Same." As Blayne and Paige entered the cafeteria, they no longer looked like twins. They looked like opposites. Blayne saw a hand shoot up, Craig's attempt to wave her down. She waved back.
"C'mon Paige, the guys are over there." She said, pulling Paige along with her. Their table was pretty crowded. Their group of friends sat on one half, on some other people sat on the other. Everyone was squished. Poor Blayne was squished between piggy Spinner, and chatter box Marco. She was obviously uncomfortable. Whenever she would look across the table to Craig for sympathy, he would just laugh. Just as Blayne was about to stand up and move to a new seat, she heard a loud CLANK. Someone had just tripped poor Toby, who threw his lunch out in front of him, getting it all over Emma's back. As his chocolate milk dripped down her back, she turned around to see who tripped Toby. Sully and his friend's were laughing hysterically. Emma bent down and helped Toby up.
"You're such a jerk, Sully."
"Go save a rainforest, Nelson."
Emma and Toby went to sit down by JT, who nicely split his lunch with Toby. Blayne shook her head in disgust, wondering why she ever dated such a jerk.
After school, Blayne rode with Craig to his house, where they waited for Spin, Marco, and Jimmy.
"Hey, sorry about the project, if you had something else in mind."
"Don't worry about it, Craig. This is fine. Besides, my artistic side is going to show through this video." She smiled.
"So what do you have in mind?"
"I don't know yet, but when the guys get here, we can talk and stuff."
Marco and Spinner were next to get there. Jimmy was last, always being late. They sat on the couch while Blayne and Craig stood in front of them.
"Okay, me and Craig have been talking, and we think that the song we should is 'What I Know'. I think I'll be able to do a lot with that. Is that cool with you?" They nodded their heads.
"Alright. Blayne, you can go inside and write up a storyboard, we're going to practice." Craig said.
"Okay." Blayne headed inside. She went upstairs into Craig's bedroom and searched around for paper and a pencil. After much searching, she found what she was looking for. She went and sat at Craig's desk, taking a moment to look at the picture of them on his desk. It was from last year's Winter Carnival dance. They had gone to an after party at Jimmy's, and that's where the picture was taken. She had a lot of fun that night. She recalled that was during her phase where she wanted to be more than friends with Craig. Not such a good idea, to be more than friends with your best friend. She looked down at the paper, and then at the pencil in her hand. She listened to the band practice at the same time for inspiration. Something hit her. She started frantically writing down ideas. When she was done with that, she moved on to the storyboard. That took awhile. She had to draw out each scene and write below it for clarification. About an hour later, she grabbed the two pieces of paper that were covered in writing and ran into the garage.
"It's about time." Spinner said sarcastically.
"Can it Spinner."
"So, what do you got?" Marco asked.
"Okay, first of all, the video will be shot in black and white. I think. And I think the theme is going to be dark, kind of angst-y. The setting for the main part is an apartment. More specifically, the kitchen of the apartment. It's trashed to all hell and back. There is a girl, in the corner, sitting, terrified. Craig is standing over by the door. Looking at her with his signature sad eyes. That is the first shot, before any music begins. Then, cut to you guys playing the instrumental lead in, you guys on a stage, looking into an empty audience. Since Craig isn't singing then, he's kind of just holding the mic stand with one hand, leaning away and looking at his feet. Like this." Blayne handed them the first page of the story board and they looked on together. "Next, when Craig starts singing, he begins walking closer to the girl, and she tries pushing backwards, as if she could go through walls. There are flashes of the apartment clean, the girl standing at the stove, and Craig throwing the door open. Then it goes back to him walking towards her." She grabbed the paper back and pointed to one drawing. "Here, we see you guys playing and Craig singing again. Then at this part of the song, Craig offers his hand to her. More flashes of you guys singing and playing. At the end, Craig puts his hand on the girls face, just as the expression on it turns to forgiving, she turns to dust, like the song says."
She looked at the guys.
"Guys? That's the end. Say something."
"This is going to be awesome!" Craig said.
"Yeah man!" Jimmy high fived him.
"Very original, Blayne." Marco said.
"Spin?" Blayne asked, worried he didn't like it.
"Doom….gloom….fit's the song great! One problem though?"
"What?"
"To get credit, you have to be in it."
"Then who will direct? And what would I do in it?" She asked.
"You would be the girl. Duh. And Ellie can direct, I know she'd agree." Marco suggested.
"But I don't want to be the girl!" Blayne said objectively.
"Pleeeeeease. You have to be!" Craig said.
"Fine." She felt bad about this idea, though. She just didn't like it. Not one bit.
"Blayne?" Jimmy said.
"yeah?"
"Do you have any idea of where we are going to be filming this?"
"Um….I actually…hadn't thought of that." She yold the group, clearly embarrassed.
"We can do the band part in here…otherwise….any suggestions?" She said.
"Hey!" Craig said grinning. "Why don't we use your basement? For some reason, there is a kitchen down there by the spare bedroom."
"Craig, you always save me! Great idea! Okay, so, how about on Saturday we film through here with you guys playing. Then on Sunday, we all go to my house and film the apartment part?"
"Sounds good!" Marco said.
"Yeah." Spinner added.
"Definitely." Jimmy agreed.
"I'll talk to Ellie tomorrow," Marco noted.
"Alright." Blayne said, nodding her head. She looked at her watch.
"I gotta go, see you guys tomorrow!" She said, grabbing her bag and running out the door before anyone got a chance to ask where she was going. As soon as she got outside, she started walking towards her house. She lived about a block and a half away from Craig, which was convenient. When she was sure no one was following her, she took as left at the street where she usually went right. She could see her house from where she was standing, and looked back at it as she walked in the complete opposite direction. She walked 10 minutes until she got to the bus stop. From there, she took the bus to the other side of town. It was known as the "rich" side of town. She got off and walked a couple of blocks, until her destination came into sight. It was a large, light blue house. She smiled to herself as she walked up the steps and rang the door bell. It was answered rather quickly.
"You know, I really don't like this new look of yours."
"Fine, I'll go home then." Blayne said, turning around to walk way. Sully grabbed her arm.
"C'mon baby, don't be like that. Come inside." So she did. She tossed her bag to the floor and jumped into his arms as he shut the door. Kissing her, he carried her upstairs.