A/N:(Quay) Chapter 4! Yay! There was a bee crawling in circles on the notebook while we were writing this!

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Great Heels In this Journey!

Killing may happen. Love My Note? Oops, Pancakeman Quit.

Ready? Set? Tulips!

Usually we are Very much this Weird.

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Third POV

"No."

"What about… this one?"

"No."

"This one?"

"No."

"This is pretty!"

"No."

"Maybe this one!"

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"No."

Gabrielle tossed the pile of dresses on the floor, crossed her arms, and glared at Kat. "Fine, if you're so smart, you pick out a dress!"

"Okay." Kat shrugged, walking towards the closet. She pretended to think carefully before pulling out a plain, strapless black dress. "Ta-da." Kat said unenthusiastically, waving the dress at her cousin.

"You know what," Gabrielle spoke slowly. "I actually like it."

Kat threw her hands into the air. "Finally! A miracle!" Gabrielle frowned at her as she examined the dress.

"It will take some glam, but it will do." She hurried over to the pile of the shoes and started digging through it.

Kat dodged the shoes whizzing past her head that Gabrielle tossed behind her. "What are you looking for?"

"Ah- ha!" Gabrielle popped up triumphantly, displaying seven inch high stilettos. "Basic black reigns!"

"Uh… no." Kat stated. "I don't want to die."

"Come on," Gabrielle wheedled, shaking the high heels. "You know you want to wear these! They'll look so good on you!"

"No. Maybe if you chopped off about seven inches of heel."

"But they are seven inches!"

"Exactly."

"Try. Them. On."

"No." Before Gabrielle could impale her cousin with the heels, Kat quickly (although a bit desperately) grabbed a pair of two inch snake skin heels. "I'll try these. That way I'll only get a concussion."

Just as Kat had slipped on one of the heels, Hale pulled open the door and stepped inside.

"Ooh, trying on heels, Kitty Cat?" He smirked.

"Shut up."

"I didn't know you sang, Kat." Hale told her, ignoring the last comment. She froze right in the middle of putting on the other shoe.

"Where did you hear that?"

"You're signed up for it." Kat's gaze turned slowly to her cousin.

"Oh, I am, am I? I wonder how THAT could have happened." Gabrielle smiled sweetly, holding up two strands of beads.

"The red necklace or the blue necklace?"

Hamish burst into the room where Angus and Simon were chatting.

"Do you think Kat is going to wear a dress?"

"Probably, Gabrielle can be very persistent."

Hamish interrupted them. "Guys! Kat is signed up for SINGING!"

"Singing?"

Angus laughed. "Nice joke, Hamish. Kat doesn't sing."

His brother shoved the talent sign up list into his face. "See? No joke."

Simon shook his head. "I wonder who is going to kill who first. Gabrielle or Kat?"

"Kat in a dress and singing." Angus pretended to faint. "It's too much. The Apocalypse is coming!"

Kat wandered through the halls. There was a group meeting for contestants only.
Hale popped up behind her. "You should sing, Kat."

"No," she replied. Kat had already blown up at her cousin on it.

"But Gabrielle says you sing like a song bird."

"My name is Kat. Cats eat birds."

Hale was about to retort when both thieves stopped in there tracks.

"Helloooo, Mr. Hale," Starria Beam sang. "Getting to know the little apricots, hmm?"

"Miss Bishop is an acquaintance of mine." Hale answered with a calm smile. "And who is your acquaintance, if I may ask?"

Kat had been so blinded by the disco ball like gown, that she had not even noticed the short man next to Starria.

"I am Reel A. Plain," the man answered.

"Yep!" Starria clapped her hands. "This is my husband, Rap!"

Kat and Hale shared a surprised look and turned back to study the man. He was the polar opposite of Starria. Normal, plain, he wore a monochromatic suit of brown. His eyes and gelled hair seemed to also fit his dull appearance.

"Oh no!" Starria screeched, looking at her bedazzled watch. "The contestants' meeting will be starting soon!"

Starria kissed her husband good bye, waved to Hale, and grabbed Kat's hand. "Off we go now! Bye bye all!"

In order to stop Starria's endless talking (does she know of a concept called breathing?), Kat decided to interrupt with the first question she could think of.

"Where do you get your wigs?"

Starria's eyes lit up even more under the ridiculous mountain of glitter eye shadow. "I can show you! It's this big room that is temperature controlled and it has all of my wigs. I have wigs of all styles and colors, like blue wigs, pigtail wigs..."

Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask...

Kat reluctantly allowed her to be dragged down the hallway to a bright, sparkling silver door with a gold, sparkling star painted onto it.

"Here it is!" The host exclaimed happily.

"Is anything in this place not sparkly?"

"Of course not! Why on Earth would anything be sparkle-less?" Starria gasped in horror. "The very thought of it ... that's just too terrible to imagine!" She seemed close to tears as she thought about a world without sparkles. As Kat thought about the same topic, she smiled dreamily. If only...

The door screeched open. The same sound filled Kat's head at the wall to wall, ceiling to floor walk in wig dome. She studied in mute horror the large monstrosity that was Starria's wig collection.

"When I was an opera singer, I had tons of wigs. Then there was this whole thing with a chandelier denting one of my wi-" Starria broke off suddenly. "Aren't you the girl who's signed up for singing?"

Kat nodded warily. Where was this going? As the time Kat spent with Starria increased, the more certain she was that something was very wrong with Starria's head- not just the wigs and make up either.

"I could totally give you a sparkle singing lesson!"