"Okay girls you ready to begin?" Stephanie put her hands on her hips.

The rest of girls groaned their response, some were clearly hungover from the night before, Éponine was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, she hated getting up early, especially on the weekends.

Cosette looked around and noticed a girl missing, "Where is Adrienne-"

"As you may have noticed Adrienne is no longer amongst us-" Stephanie sighed, "she got a little too close with one of the enemy..."

"Enemy?" Éponine sat up and opened her eyes.

"She has been removed from our ranks and has lost her status amongst the Prima Donna's," Stephanie paced.

This explained why Stephanie had been keeping a very close watch on her chatting with Jesse.

"I do not care who you decide to play tonsil tennis with," Stephanie was now behaving more like a drill Sargent, "as long as it's not a Treble..."

"But they seemed so nice-" Cosette whispered to Éponine.

"Excuse me," Charlie raised her hand, "might be a problem because he's a hunter," she grinned as she gestured to her nether regions.

"You call it a dude?" Éponine glanced at Charlie incredulously.

"That is enough from you Charlotte Courfeyrac!" Stephanie growled.

"Well that explains a lot," Éponine muttered under her breath, she was now in the same acapella group as Jesse's sister.

"We can't let the trebles penetrate us! If they do they take our power-"

"That might not be a good enough sentence to use the word 'penetrate'," Irma spoke up, "just a thought?"

Stephanie continued on her rant, "We have to show them, take back what was lost at last years ICCA's! We cannot let those who are weak and swayed by the Treblemakers stay!" She then looked around at all the girls, "So anyone have something to say?" she looked around the group, her dark gaze was unwavering, "anyone at all?"

Daniella then burst into tears, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"I knew it," Stephanie sighed, "Daniella turn in your scarf and take your chair out."

The girl slowly rose from her seat, handed the scarf to Stephanie, walked back to the chair and slowly dragged it away crying as she left.

Éponine just watched in shock as the girls around her whispered amongst themselves, "What the hell?!"

"Would you like to join her?" Stephanie asked.

Éponine slumped back in her chair, "So why don't you tell us what happened last year?" she asked.

Stephanie sighed, "It's not that big of a deal..."

"If it's not that big of a deal then why did you kick out two girls and have some sort of vengeance against the guys?" Éponine commented.

"Steph, just tell them..." Bella sighed.

"No," Stephanie responded, "I will not degrade myself-"

"For god sake Stephanie!" Bella glared at her.

"We made it to the ICCA finals-" Stephanie's face went red, "that was unheard if for the Prima Donna's, we were the first all female group to do so, apparently females can't really have a truly rounded arrangement-"

"Oh my god..." Charlie cringed as she looked at her phone screen, "woah..."

Everyone quickly gathered as she started the video over, it was cutting from the Prima Donna's performance at Lincoln Center. It started fine, then Stephanie took the microphone for a solo, just as she was about to sing she vomited all over the stage.

Éponine cringed, she never was one who dealt well with vomiting or large amounts of blood. Her stomach churned, she almost felt like she was going to be sick as well.

"Enough!" Stephanie snatched the phone away from Charlie, "we don't have time for this!"

"Who do you think you are? My middle school math teacher?" Charlie complained, "you can't just take my phone!"

"I can, and I will," Stephanie glared at her.

Charlie folded her arms across her chest and scowled.

"Anyway," Stephanie put on a smile, "not only are we to be fit vocally, but physically as well!"

All the girls looked around at each other, Éponine raised an eyebrow, she did not like where this was going.

"We have practice two hours everyday and I want you to do your own cardio-"

"I'm out!" Irma hollered, "no cardio for me!"

"Let's start with the vocals!" Musichetta interrupted because of the murderous glare that was now upon Stephanie's face. "Everyone around the piano!"

"We are starting with humming, and lip trills!"
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"Éponine sing that scale again! Remember keep the soft palate up! Maintain the space and rounded vowels!" Stephanie called her out.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" Éponine groaned.

"Just sing the scale! Remember your sound should come from your mouth and not your nose!" Stephanie directed.

Éponine was really beginning to regret having gone ahead with auditioning for the Prima Donna's in the first place. Instead lashing back she did as she was told and repeated the scale all the while cursing Stephanie Grantaire and the stick shoved too far up her ass.
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"You know I feel sorry for those girls," Grantaire laughed as he leaned back on the grass.

"What do you mean?" Jesse asked as he fiddled with a blade of grass.

"Steph take acapella seriously, like it's kinda scary,".Grantaire laughed, "I wonder how man of them will make it out alive?"

"You can't be serious," Jesse smirked.

"She wants nothing more than another chance at the ICCA's and she will stop at nothing to get it," Grantaire sighed, "she already kicked out one of the girls because she hooked up with Chris!"

"Remind me who Chris is again?" Jesse asked.

"The tall, muscular one, he's got a his cartilage pierced," Grantaire explained.

"Oh..."Jesse tossed the grass away, "wait, why did she kick the girl out?"

"Cause she hooked up with Chris," Grantaire laughed.

"That's insane," Jesse shook his head.

"No, that's my sister," Grantaire rolled his eyes.
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"Okay ladies, let's go! Go! Go!" Stephanie shouted as she had them running up and down the stairs in the bleachers.

Éponine was quickly loosing energy, this was really not her thing, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She groaned.

"Keep it up! Keep it up!" Stephanie shouted.

Éponine tripped on the last stair and fell flat on her face, there was an audible gasp as everyone stopped running.

"Éponine are you okay?" Cosette stood beside her, "can you stand?"

"Yup," Éponine slowly got up, "I've only wounded my dignity."

"Alright girls!" Bella clapped her hands together, "moving on!"

And now Éponine found herself wearing four inch heels and attempting walk across the room gracefully. "I curse the man he created these heinous inventions," Éponine spoke grimly to Irma who was walking beside her.

"Amen sister," Irma nodded, "Jesus, look at Charlie!"

Charlie was gliding confidently across the room, as if she was preparing for some sort of pageant.

Éponine looked to see Jeanne lagging behind shuffling slightly, "Jeanne are you alright?"

Jeanne's mouth moved but whatever she said Éponine was not sure.

"I'm sorry what was that?" Éponine knot her brows together.

"It's okay I'm fine!" Jeanne replied only slightly loud enough that Éponine could hear her.

"Okay..." Éponine sighed as she continued to walk.

Once done with that they proceeded onto choreography.

Éponine was picking up in it, although occasionally she would make a dumb mistake and turn the wrong direction. But apparently that was enough to have Stephanie eye her every move and every once in awhile stand behind her and force the correct movements on her.

"Okay I get it, I can do it myself!" Éponine snapped as Stephanie used her arms to show her a motion to make a square, "Besides isn't this the same choreography

"We need you all to be ready for our first performance next week!" Stephanie directed, at least she was smiling at this point.

"Next week?" Floreal interrupted, "we aren't going to be ready in a week!"

"It's for the Delta Phi rush party, the Prima Donna's are there every year we can't let them down," Stephanie turned to Floreal, "I'll make you ready, whether you like it or not, you are dismissed for today."

The girls quickly disperesed from the rehearsal space, Éponine was just about to go with Cosette when Stephanie called out to her.

"'Ponine can I have a word with you?"

"I never gave you the right to call me that," Éponine glared, "but I guess I have no choice, do I?"

"That is correct," Stephanie spoke stiffly, "you know you're gonna have to take all that heavy metal off don't you?"

"Excuse me?" Éponine asked.

"You're ears?" Stephanie gestured.

"Oh, you don't like these do you," Éponine smiled as she twisted the piercing that went through the top of her ear, "or do you not like me?"

"I don't like your attitude," Stephanie replied with a fierce gaze.

"You don't even know me," Éponine laughed slightly.

"That may be true," Stephanie put her hands on her hips, "but I do know you have a major toner for Jesse-"

"A what?" Éponine was taken aback and very confused.

"A toner, a musical boner!" Stephanie rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "saw it last night and it's distracting."

"Right, well sorry to rain on your parade but that is not a thing," Éponine laughed, "and I could careless what you have to say!" she tacked on sweetly.

"Remember your oath," Stephanie narrowed her gaze.

"Like you could afford to lose anyone else?" Éponine looked around the now empty space, "you need me more than I need you," she then walked away.

"I can see your toner through your jeans!" Stephanie shouted.

"That's my dick!" Éponine shouted back as she flipped her off.