If she had actual superpowers, Dianna would have bored multiple holes through the script hours ago. It was moments like this that she wishes she was at her place. Pacing would have been easier if she was at her usual pacing space in her room. Hyperventilating would have been controlled if her stock of brown paper bags were well within reach. Dehydration wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't have to wait for the damn room service.
This is insane, she thought. This pacing has to stop. She has to find a way to will her disobedient feet to stop moving. She's over thinking things, exaggerating situations, worrying about a future that may or may not happen.
She stared at the sticky notes plastered on numerous pages of her script and took a deep breath, running her fingers on her now-shorter blond hair to help her calm down.
Read it carefully Dianna, she commanded. Stop panicking and read it again. There's nothing to worry about. Pairing up Rachel Berry and Quinn Fabray (in the romantic sense) was not a plan. It's just something the writers are considering. A lot of factors could change their minds; the change in the number of viewers, fans' opinions, not to mention if Lea and her actually have the chemistry to pull it off. It's not set in stone and it's certainly not inevitable. It's just a possibility. Maybe only a 15% chance, she hoped and she reminded herself once again that it's nothing to worry about.
She can picture Lea right now, chilling in her West Village apartment, not giving a damn about this new path Glee's taking. Dianna took another deep breath as she let this picture calm her nerves. There's no sensible reason for her to get her panties in a bunch. Not that Lea has any effect whatsoever on her panties.
