This is a chapter for the residence of Sandra, Nami, Beatrice and Bronwyn. Enjoy!
Sandra's POV
It's totally surreal. Exhausted I return from recording 'The Great Escape' (My duet with Melissa) and 'Breakaway' ( My 'audition' song) for my first appearance as Amy on glee. Glee. It's my dream, my life goal, and somehow I've reached it. When I pull up outside our house, I see Jordan's car. I expect to see him and Bronwyn drinking coffee, leaning on the breakfast bar or maybe curled up on the sofa watching 'The Hunger Games' again. But it's not Jordan in my living room, sitting on my couch. No, it's Kye. When I see him awkwardly leaning against the fridge, I sprint up to him, wrapping my arms around him. We talk for a few minutes before Nami enters, looking quite relaxed. But there is a flicker of fear in her eyes, and I know what this means. They're having the talk.
Nami's POV
You know how you feel when you are about twelve and performing in front of an audience for the first time, when you feel really super nervous but ecstatic as well? Well, that's me. Kye and I need to talk things over, and I'm really into him, but I am so scared about the possible heartbreak that might come with this conversation. Sandra gives me a knowing smile before rushing up to her room, leaving us alone. The awkward silence starts, followed by me muttering: 'Sit?' as more of a question than a offer. Kye straightens his jeans and tenses up as he sits in the chair. The vacant conversation makes me start over-thinking. What if he isn't interested? If he's annoyed? Angry? Utterly p-
"I love you." I flinch, slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst. I try and think of something to say, and more moments pass. After a minute or two, Kye rises up and grabs his coat from the hanger. I get up, following him.
"I knew this was a bad idea" He mutters, pulling on his leather coat and zipping it half-way.
"No! Please wait. I'm just... really overwhelmed right now." I stutter, making him turn around.
"Just like in glee-ality, where you 'overwhelmed' then? I'm out, I give up. I know you don't feel it. I need to move on. Have a nice life." And with that he's gone. And I'm alone in my kitchen. I cry.
Beatrice's POV
We arrive home from shopping and I drop my bags on my bed. Feet patter upstairs but pass just as quickly. Soon the footsteps retrace and wind up at my door, cautiously opening it.
"Hey Beatrice!" Sandra smiles, enthusiastic.
"Hi Sandra, how was recording?"
"Surreal. Mad. Totally awesome!" She reveals, a slight squeal leaving her lips.
"Thank you human thesaurus." I reply jokily, continuing to unpack my bags.
"How was shopping? You seem to have certainly spent your monthly pay-check!" Tell her!
"Great! I got all my stuff for my day job and some more make up. But I need to talk to you S." She pads over, settling on the bed. "It's about B. She seems like she's hiding something, and it's making me really nervous. I'm worried that it's something we should know about." She nods, understanding perfectly. Gracefully, she slides off the bed and traipses down the corridor to Bronwyn's room. I hear a screech (How could I not!) and she races back into my room. She smiles, letting two words leave her lips:
"Bronwyn's engaged!"
And that's when my world comes crumbling down.