Recording Studio
Beck enters the recording studio, while André is messing with his piano.
"Hey, man," says Beck.
"Oh, hey," says André.
"Cat's not here yet?"
"Nope, not yet. She's almost late."
Just then, Cat bounces in.
"Hey, sorry I'm late."
"No problem; we need to get started, though."
"Okay, well I'm gonna go." Beck says,
"Alright man. Catch you later."
He gives Cat a high five as he leaves.
9 hours later
"Hey, did you ever do this when you were little.
Cat and André are sitting near a keyboard trying to write the song. Cat reaches over to grab Andre's hand. He pulls it away quickly.
"Whoa, whoa, whatcha doin'?" He exclaims.
"Just give me your hand. Don't be a scaredy cat." She laughs. "Get it? Scaredy cat? Like my name."
"Okay, I'm trusting you." He says.
"Okay, your hands are in good hands. Now, make a fist."
He does so… "Okay," she says. She begins to rub the fist.
"What are you doin'?"
"Talk less and open your hand."
He does so. She slaps in like she's giving him a high five.
"Fist," she says. He does so. She rubs it again.
"You sure there's a point to this?"
"Yep, and here it comes… open."
He does so and she pokes his palm slightly.
"Oooo… it's all tingly. Do it again!" He says lightly clapping his hands.
"No! You have to finish writing your song-chorus."
"Eh, it's after mid-night, let's just bail."
"Uh-Uh. You got a break, so finish writing the chorus."
"I've been trying to finish it for three hours."
"Wow. Great, now sing something." She says.
He rolls his chair to the piano.
"Uh…" he says playing a few notes.
"Keep going." She says.
He is now ready and exhales.
"I really wish that I could write the next line the next line… uh… my favorite letter's J… Tuna fish filet… I'm gonna was my dog with some blue shampoo." He sings, Cat laughing all the while.
"Alright, let me try something. Record me." She says as she puts some headphones on.
André rolls over to the sound board to make a few adjustments before he records. He then presses a few buttons, and the recording begins.
"Here you go." He says.
She begins to sing.
"There is no upper hand, I'm giving you mine. It doesn't have to end up wasting your time. There's things that I could say, but here in my way, I wanna let you know, that it's all okay."
André finishes the song and is completely mesmerized.
"What'd you think?" She says with a giggle.
He doesn't answer.
"You like that?"
"Mmmmhmmm." He says nervously.
Tori's living room
Tori is walking down the dark stairs as she reaches for the light switch. She yawns and looks at her phone. It beeps. She answers the door, groggy. André is standing there in his boxers with his bike.
"Andre?!" She says, irritated that she was woken from her sleep.
"Did you get my text?" He asks.
"Yes," she says, still tired. "Why do you think I'm standing here at three in the morning?"
"I'm tripping out, Tori. I'm trippin' out!" He exclaims.
"Alright, just come in. Come it."
He wheels his bike inside.
"Go make the cocoa." He says.
"I'm not making cocoa!"
He groans.
"What is wrong with you?" She asks.
"I think I'm in love with Cat." He answers, hesitantly.
Tori's eyes go wide, and her jaw drops in shock.
She nods and says, "I'll make the cocoa."
Still in Tori's living room 30 minutes later
They both have glasses of cocoa.
"You think you're in love… with Cat?" Tori asks, dumbfounded.
"I think so." He answers.
"Okay, what happened tonight?"
"I don't know. We were just working together, all night, at school, I just saw her singing and, she just looked so… pretty and sweet."
"Dude, you can't love Cat."
"Like I don't know that… You guys are my best friends. I don't want to make everything awkward between the group! Uh-uh, I don't play that way" He exclaims
"Good. So just, forget about this."
"I can't. Ahh!" He grunts again.
"Why can't you?"
"Alright… See, ever since I was little, I could never keep my feelings inside, even if I want to, I just can't. If I feel something, I gotta let it out; Or else I get wonky in the head."
"Okay… okay… shhhh… shhh…"she says, as Andre's breathe hitches. She rubs his arm. "Listen, I don't think you're in love with Cat."
"You don't?"
"No, you guys were just there, alone… together, late…and you were tired…"
"Yeah, we were tired, that's true."
"…and you were writing a song. So you felt emotional…"
"Uh-huh. I did."
"…and you forgot that Cat is a very overwhelming, loud, and occasionally obnoxious person…"
"Yeah, I forgot those things."
"…and by tomorrow, you'll be fine again."
She pats him on the arm.
"Yeah, I bet I will."
They reach for their cocoa, and take a drink.
"This cocoa is good." André says.
"It's from Belgium." Tori states.
"That's probably why, then."
"Mmmhmm," she agrees.
"Anyway, moving on to a lighter topic… how did you're tutoring session go?"
"Oh, it was okay… it was a little weird, though."
"Why is that?" He asks.
"He had, like, these random cutouts of, ironically, Cat. It was weird."
"Do you think you'll pass?"
"According to Robbie I will."
"Well, that good to hear. Can I ask a favor of you?"
"Anything. You're my best friend André."
"I was just wondering if… by any chance… I could stay here tonight? I really want to be with someone I trust."
"Absolutely. You can stay in our guest bedroom, or you could sleep in my room with me."
"I'll just sleep in the guest bedroom. I wouldn't want to disturb you."
"No, please. It's no big deal. I can either put a pallet down or you could sleep in my bed with me. It's plenty big enough." She offers.
"Well, if you're offering… who am I to decline."
They walk upstairs to Tori's bedroom after all the lights are turned off.
"Where you sleepin'?" Tori asks.
"You pick, it doesn't matter."
"You can sleep up here, with me."
"Thanks."
"No prob…" she says. "I'm gonna go downstairs. I left my phone down there. Do you need anything?"
When she turns around to receive his answer, he is already asleep.
"I take that as a no." She says to herself.
She disappears into the hallway.
I thought I'd portray Tori as a kind, sweet, generous friend, which she is. R&R...