You Don't Suck
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I'm simply having my way with them.
A/N: Que Pasa, Mufasa? Firstly, I want to thank everyone who read, reviewed, alerted themselves to and decided to favorite my story.
Also, yeah, another chapter. I'm on fire, guys. I'm actually updating at the same rate as someone who isn't a total procrastinator. I mean, someone who doesn't constantly have to warp through time to defend the earth from aliens…
Chapter 10: What I Need and What We Had
Nerves were high in the band's van as the girls pulled into a packed parking lot. Callie and Teddy both grabbed their guitars while Arizona grabbed her bass. Luckily, the concert hall would be providing a piano for Meredith to play and a drum set for Cristina. They slowly made their way through the lot, just like the dozens of other bands who were invited to the preliminaries were.
The tryouts had begun at nine in the morning and 'Outbreak Monkey' was scheduled for 11:45. They'd arrived over half an hour early just to be on the safe side.
The moment they stepped into the building they were met by the deafening sound of nearly one hundred instruments practicing different songs at once. Bailey hurriedly pushed through the crowd of musicians, her eyes settled on a secluded corner.
By the time the rest of the band caught up to their manager, the girl was standing proudly in the area, sure to fix any strangers who even eyed the spot with a Bailey death glare.
"Way to go, Bailey," Cristina nodded in approval. "I knew your height would come in handy one of these days."
Callie, Teddy, and Arizona began unpacking their instruments when the Latina heard a scoff behind her. Turning around, she was met by a familiar face.
"Wow, they'll just let anyone in here, won't they, April?" the petite red haired girl asked. "It really is a shame. I thought the judges here had higher standards."
April smiled in acknowledgment to what Reed had said, but made sure to stand behind her friend, a safe distance away from the other band.
"Whore, we meet again," Yang purred. "It's been too long. You look like more of a slut than usual."
"Petty," the pixie-looking girl surmised, shaking her head.
"Says the girl who went to an entirely different school district because she drumming couldn't compare to my mad skills."
Reed held up a light blue sheet of paper. "We already performed, Yang. We're going to competitions. This proves that day at your school was a complete and utter fluke."
"Wait, you guys made it through?" Callie asked, staring at the object in the girl's hand. "As in you're one of the twenty-seven moving on?"
"Yep," she sneered.
"But you have to perform original songs in the competitions," the Asian girl stated.
"So?"
"So whose songs did you plagiarize?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Cristina began, "I meant whose songs did you copy? I know you, Reed, and I'd believe you're the child of a cow that was abducted and probed by aliens before I believe you wrote a decent song."
"I'm not that stupid."
"Hah, so you admit you are a semi-dumbass."
"Last year someone was accused of plagiarizing a song by a fellow band. His whole band backed him up, but, because the case was ongoing, they weren't able to perform in the competitions. That is not gonna be me."
Cristina stared at the other girl for a couple seconds before shaking her head. "Oh sorry, I was thinking about lunch. What did you say?"
Reed rolled her eyes.
"Is it just the two of you?" Arizona piped up.
The big-eyed girl looked at her former band leader, a look of slight disgust on her face. "Of course not, April and I saw you while we were getting ready to leave and couldn't help but come over and say hi."
"Hi," April chimed.
"Shush April, and no, I didn't write the songs. Another band member did and, I gotta tell you guys, they're flawless. You don't stand a chance," she sneered. "Oh, and if you guys don't make it through here today, do make sure to come cheer us on at the competitions… from the audience."
With her final words said, Reed smirked at the band before slowly turning around and motioning to April that they were leaving.
"She kinda looks like a Chihuahua," Cristina noted. "You know, with the big eyes, tiny body, and unable to control her bladder when she's angry."
"Cristina," Addison reprimanded. "That's an insult to Chihuahuas."
The drummer's snort was unheard due to a loud announcement being made over an intercom.
"Outbreak Monkey, please report to the stage."
The band members looked at each other.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," Teddy frowned.
Teddy paced back stage as the other girls quickly tuned their instruments a final time.
They would be performing the first song the guitarist wrote almost completely on her own, and she was terrified it wouldn't be good enough. Years ago Arizona had told her that when writing a song, she liked to make it something she could relate to. She needed the song to be linked to emotions she was currently going through in order to perform it at her best. The tall blonde had tried many times, but they usually never came out right.
This song was the first she was ever proud of. She'd been so confused by the feelings she was having for Addison that she intended to write a song about it. What ended up coming out was something different. Instead of writing about the confusion of wanting to be with someone she'd never expected, she took a step back and really gave herself a minute to think about the whole feeling differently.
Instead of thinking of the red head as a girl she liked, when her entire life she liked boys, she thought of her as a person she liked. She allowed the fact that Addison was a female become insignificant, and she was finally able to ask herself what she really wanted. It was in that moment she realized that she and Callie had far more in common than she had ever known. They both wanted the exact same thing.
"It's a beautiful song," Callie whispered to the nervous guitarist. "I know I can definitely relate to it, and I think a lot of other people will, too."
"But is it good enough?" Teddy asked.
"It's an honest song from the heart. Those kinds of songs are always good enough. Anyways, if we don't make it through we can always blame Cristina," the singer mused. The blonde laughed.
"And how are we gonna do that?"
"Obviously she was distracted by her growing lust for Reed."
"Homicidal is not a side of Cristina I plan on seeing anytime soon," she smiled.
"Enough socializing," Bailey noted, slipping between the two girls. "It's time to show these judges what a real band sounds like."
Soft notes filled the air as Teddy began playing her guitar. Cristina gently played on the drum set, showing great restraint for the girl often compared to Animal from the Muppets. Arizona came in with the others while Meredith waited for Callie to begin singing.
The Latina stepped up to the microphone, taking a quick glance at the blonde bassist before her lips parted.
Baby you, you got what I need
Baby you, you got my sunshine
Baby you, you got what I need
Baby you, you got my sunshine
The words were simple but powerful, and Callie felt every single one of them.
When I see you it's a beautiful world
But when you're gone, I want you in my arms
I'm telling you the last time
Baby you, you got what I need
Baby you, you got my sunshine
Teddy and Callie both knew the song was filled with words they wanted to speak, but couldn't. Teddy because she was almost completely certain Addison was not interested in other girls that way and Callie because, after months of verbally bashing Arizona, she simply had no idea how to say nice things to her without them sounding painfully bizarre. Instead, she sang them to the unknowing bassist.
Every night I notice you're all alone
Wonder you might
Let me love you I'm on fire
Can't you feel my desire
I want to take you higher
Callie slowly swayed her hips to the music, her eyes gently closed shut and a smile gracing her full lips.
It's a simplest thing,
Always so hard to see
I want to be
The one and only making you feel love
Oh darling I need love
It's all I can dream of
Baby you, you got what I need
Baby you, you got my sunshine
Baby you, you got what I need
Baby you, you got my sunshine
You got my sunshine
As she sang the last note, the Latina looked over at Teddy. The girl, blissfully proud, smiled.
"What now, bitches?" Cristina yelled at the top of her lungs as the band left the stage and returned to the part of the building that held practicing musicians. She held a light blue piece of paper high above her head. "Who's going to competitions? Outbreak Monkey!"
"Did Cristina just actually refer to us as 'Outbreak Monkey?" Arizona asked, shocked.
"I think so, but it may have been a fluke," Callie noted, an expression of fake concern on her face. "We should perform a lobotomy, just in case."
"You've been reading way too much Calzona fan fiction," Meredith noted, laughing. "You know, the one with the surgeons."
Bailey elbowed the pianist in the side, silencing her. The Latina, confused, blinked a couple times.
"Alrighty then," Callie spoke. "Maybe the hospital will offer us a discount if we bring Mere in, too."
"Arizona?" a voice the Latina barely recognized asked. Everyone in the band turned around to find Joanne staring at the blonde bassist. Erica stood next to her, looking highly uncomfortable.
"Hey Joanne," Roller Girl mumbled. "What're you doing here?"
"Uhm, the same thing you are?" the girl smiled. Arizona slowly nodded, dumbstruck. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Uhm, I guess," the blonde replied, not completely certain. Joanne nodded for the girl to follow her, which she did.
Erica watched as her band mate walked away, somewhat alarmed.
"Oh, hi there Erica," Cristina greeted. "So wonderful to see you. Have you kicked any puppies lately?"
The band's old bassist gulped, staring at the faces of the girl's she betrayed.
"Er… hi"
"We broke up," Joanne blurted as they walked out of the building.
"I am aware we broke up," Arizona noted. "It's been about a year, actually."
"Abbey and me."
"Oh," the blonde noted, understanding. After her ex didn't say anything for a minute, Arizona asked, "What happened?"
"I realized I wasn't over someone."
The bassist stared at the other girl, this time saying nothing.
"I made a mistake."
Still no response.
"I know I told you I just couldn't love you, but that was a lie. I could love you. I did love you. I loved you then and I love you now."
"Why are you telling me this?" Arizona questioned, shaking her head. "You rubbed your girlfriend in my face and now you dare to tell me you love me?"
"Arizona, please," the girl begged. "I wanted to make you jealous. I'm not proud of that, but I did it because I missed you."
"You left me. You made me think no one else could ever want me," the blonde gritted her teeth.
"I left you because you were obsessed with someone else!" Joanne yelled. "Every day it was 'Calliope did this' or 'Calliope said that.' How do you think that felt?"
"I wasn't in love with her then. I was with you. I wanted you. You were the one who was jealous," Arizona hissed.
"Wasn't in love with her then?" her ex spat out. "Then?"
Arizona was taken aback and found herself lost for words. Joanne noted the shocked expression on her face.
"…But you are now," she whispered slowly. Arizona looked down at her shoes. The wet pavement colored the white soles a faded brown.
"You do remember last year at the competitions, right? Her making out with Erica and not watching us perform. She's a self-absorbed, selfish brat, " Joanne reminded.
"She's not like that. I got her wrong."
"Did you?" the rival musician asked. "I am here, standing in the rain, asking you to love me. Do you think she would ever do that? Do you think she's the kind of person who would love you? Do you think she's the kind of person who could? She's different from girls like us."
"So, what you're saying is there's no way a girl like her could love someone like me? And 'girls like us?' What the hell is that suppose to mean?
Her question was met with silence. Arizona turned to leave.
"All I'm saying is I broke up with you and yet here I am, pleading for you to love me. If Callie Torres felt the same way, why isn't she the one begging?" Joanne asked, hoping she hit a nerve. Arizona smirked.
"Didn't you know, Joanne? Calliope Iphigenia Torres begs for no one, Bitch."
"Would you mind calling off your attack dog?" Erica asked, eyeing Cristina.
"Nope," Callie smiled.
"I'm not a dog," the Asian girl noted, "but if I was I'd be trained to attack bitches."
"So you'd attack yourself then?"
"This is pleasant," Teddy noted, sarcastically.
"So very lovely," Addison agreed. "Imagine having to deal with this for a year."
"I think I'd rather not."
"Erica's ass is sore
Cuz she is a whore
With her pulsating backdoor
And she's wanting more"
"Cristina, stop rap insulting me," Erica sighed.
"Burn it with fire
Call that slut a liar
My one and only desire
Is for her to expire"
"She still sucks at rapping."
"Maybe so, but at least it's amusing," Bailey noted.
"It came from the heart," the drummer nodded.
"It was beautiful," Callie complimented, pretending to wipe away a tear.
"You seem to be doing better," Erica commented, her eyes on the beautiful Latina.
"Better off, yes."
"Well, that is why I left."
"Really? I thought you finally gave in and ran away because you feared I would stalk you in your sleep," Cristina mocked.
"Cristina, it wouldn't be difficult to stalk me while I sleep as I don't exactly wonder around town while dreaming."
"I would sharpie mustaches. They'd be glorious. Oh, uni-brow."
"You're too kind," she stated, bored.
"I know. I'm practically a saint. I'm waiting for the call. It should come anytime now."
"Lovely," the blonde bassist remarked just as Callie caught a glimpse of another blonde bassist. As the girl joined the band, her ex followed, looking determined to catch up with the girl. One glance at Roller Girl and Callie knew something was wrong.
Addison wrapped her arm around Arizona's shoulder as Bailey stepped in between her band mate and the band mate's ex. Cristina and Meredith stepped in on either side of Bailey while Teddy leaned against a nearby wall and cracked her knuckles, glaring at the girl.
"I would leave," Callie challenged, "but first, I want to talk to you."
"Fine," Erica sighed.
"Not you," The Latina added. She pointed at Joanne and smirked. "Her."
After walking to a secluded area, away from the others, Arizona's ex turned to the Latina.
"What do you want, Calliope?" Joanne sighed
"It's Callie."
"Arizona calls you Calliope."
"Arizona has my permission."
"So what do you want? You gonna warn me not to mess with your band? Honestly, you don't need to bother. I have more important things to do with my time-"
The Latina eyed the girl who instantly shut up.
"I'm not here to warn you and I'm not here to threaten you," Callie informed. "I'm here to educate you."
"You're going to educate me?" the girl scoffed.
"Arizona Robbins is not a rebound. She is not the girl you date while waiting for 'the one' and she is not the girl you settle for. She is not some trophy you can parade around and she's definitely not the girl you break up with," she informed.
"It wasn't like that-" Joanne began.
"Did I say I was done?" Callie interrupted. "Arizona Robbins is the one. She's the kind of person you end up with and live the rest of your life with. She's the kind of girl that makes you realize maybe there is such a thing as soul mates and I, I will be damned if I let you hurt her again."
Joanne watched as Callie slowly backed up, then turned around and left. The Latina made a point not to react as Erica walked by her. The moment the two exes eyes met, memories they'd been suppressing from a year ago began to surface, and all they could do was sit back and let it flow over them.
Arizona looked around the crowded auditorium in wonderment. The theater was packed with musicians and fans alike. Joanne couldn't help but watch the blonde and laugh.
The walls were covered in band posters and teens ran around with handmade band shirts declaring their devotion to their favorite musicians. A band Joanne doubted would make it through the first round was performing as the audience talked amongst themselves. Joanne would have loved to join in on the conversation, but there was something she needed to do first.
"I can't believe we have to perform against 'Frenzy Attraction.' It's kinda bizarre," Arizona commented. "I would think it'd give them a better chance to see us perform, though. What do you think, Joanne?"
"Definitely," Joanne nodded. "If I was performing, I would definitely watch my competition perform, too. It's just common courtesy." Arizona nodded her head in agreement.
"It would be rude not to watch us."
"More than rude," she noted. "It would be disrespectful and the only people who would do something like that would be self-centered, egotistical jackasses."
"So they'll watch us?" The blonde asked, hopeful.
"Very good chance," Joanne laughed. Arizona nodded happily at her then hurried off after the rest of the band who were headed backstage. The blonde's ex watched as she left.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone so perky in my life," a voice joked behind her. "How do you deal with that first thing in the morning?"
Joanne turned and smiled at Erica Hahn.
"I thought you were joking, but she really is obsessed, isn't she?"
"Extremely," the ex laughed.
"So what do you need me to do?"
"Distract Callie while my band performs."
"What will that do?" the bassist asked, confused.
"I have Arizona convinced that it would be a personal insult if your girlfriend doesn't watch her perform. If I know her as well as I think I do, it won't go well. She has a tendency of taking things very seriously."
"Anything else?" Erica asked.
"Show her that Callie Torres is off the market," Joanne smirked.
"Why don't you just tell her you made a mistake and want to get back together?" the other musician wondered.
"We broke up because of Arizona's obsession. I want her to believe that Callie Torres is the biggest bitch in the world and she was mistaken to have ever idolized her."
"It just… you know you could end up hurting her pretty badly, right?"
"Well then I'll take care of her. What happens afterwards doesn't concern you."
"Seems pretty cold to me."
"It's not," Joanne snapped. "It's just desperate."
Erica watched as the girl headed backstage. Walking to the other side of the theater, she regrouped with her band.
Erica didn't want to manipulate Callie into missing Arizona's performance, she simply wanted to protect her relationship. She didn't need some bubbly fan girl coming in and ruining everything and stealing the raven haired beauty away from her.
It was just one simple act to ease her worried mind, and after that Erica Hahn would be the best girlfriend the world had ever known. She just needed to neutralize the threat, then everything would be okay.
"We should be headed backstage now," Erica advised the other girls.
"Sounds good," Callie smiled, her whole face lighting up. No matter what was happening or how she felt, when Callie smiled at her like that, it simply took her breath away.
"Ugh, get a room," Cristina gagged as she pushed by, headed toward the stage. The Latina rolled her eyes and followed.
As the band slipped behind the stage, Erica's eyes immediately fell on Arizona. Taking note of what she was told earlier, she grabbed Callie's hand and gently kissed her cheek.
The look of realization immediately fell on Arizona's face. Erica ran her fingers through her girlfriend's hair for good measure.
On the other side of the room Joanne rested her hand on her ex's shoulder.
"Arizona, I'm sorry," she whispered. The blonde shook head, as if dispelling a trance.
"It's fine. I should have known," she smiled, sadly. "Honestly, I'd kill to just have her speak with me."
"We still have the performance," Joanne noted. "Once she sees you perform I'm certain you'll make an impression." Arizona's ex gently pushed her towards the stage entrance where they'd be performing next. Before disappearing from view, she made eye contact with Erica and nodded.
Noticing the signal, Erica grabbed Callie's hand.
"Can I talk to you real quick?" the bassist asked.
"Can it wait?" the Latina asked. "I really want to see this next band perform."
"Please?" Erica asked, knowing Callie wouldn't deny her.
"Oh, I suppose," Callie pretended to sigh, but couldn't hide her smile.
All Erica had to do was distract her girlfriend until the other band finished their song.
"This girl has a great voice," the Latina noted.
"I love you," Erica stuttered, knowing it would be the best distraction. Callie stared at her shocked.
"I'm quite fond of you, too?" she replied. It wasn't the response the bassist had in mind.
"Fond?"
"I love you, too?"
"Can we say that and have it not sound like a question?" Erica asked.
"I'm sorry, you just surprised me," Callie smiled. "You know how much I care about you and trust you," she noted, taking her girlfriend's hand and placing it over her heart.
"You trust me?" the blonde asked, guilt washing over her.
"With all I have."
Erica stared at the girl in silence as Joanne's band's song came to an end.
"Our turn," the Latina sighed, making her way back to the rest of the band.
"She trusts me," Erica whispered to herself, realizing that, if she truly trusted Callie, she wouldn't have gotten involved with Joanne in the first place and there would be no plot to distract and manipulate her girlfriend, a girlfriend Erica was fairly certain wasn't really in love with her.
She hurt someone because they may have been a threat to her relationship, and Erica was only just beginning to understand that even if Callie Torres was completely oblivious to everything that had just happened, the bassist would have to carry the guilt as long as she remained with the beautiful Latina.
Jealousy morphed her into someone she didn't recognize and she didn't like it.
"Time for photos," Bailey informed Callie as she regrouped with the band.
"Photos?"
"Yes, for the band posters. All twenty-seven bands that make it through have to partake in a photo shoot. They then make posters that they hang up and band's can give out and what not for publicity."
"So we're taking pictures for fans?"
"In a way, yes."
"Well why didn't you say so?" Callie laughed, joining Cristina who was doing her best to look like James Bond.
"I'm trying to look mischievous," the drummer informed the Latina.
"Don't you always?"
"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me," Yang purred. "Give me more."
"You're evil, psychopathic, and have an odd obsession with your friend's sex lives, which are currently non-existent."
"You say the sweetest things."
"You know you're both dorks, right?" Addison asked as she, Teddy, and Arizona walked up.
"Arizona, look away," the Asian girl began. "You know I've been a fan of the secret love you and Torres share, but Callie and I have something special. It blossomed so suddenly and out of the blue. I had no idea such feelings existed until this moment. Make me yours, Latina sex kitten!"
"I shall!" Callie proclaimed, rubbing her hands on the other girl's face forcefully.
"Is this what doing it feels like?" Cristina's muffled voice asked.
"And we're done," the singer proclaimed.
"But you can't leave. I'm pregnant. It's yours."
Callie gasped in mock shock as Cristina hung her head in fake shame.
"She should have worn a condom," Addison noted, "or in this case a glove."
"Considering all the action was confined to the perimeters of your face, I really do not wanna know where that child will come out of," Arizona joked.
"Cristina, don't sneeze," Teddy warned. "It'll just shoot out of your left nostril."
"How do I know I'm the true mother of your child and it wasn't actually Arizona?" the curvaceous girl accused, pointing dramatically at the bassist.
"Let's not drag me into this," the shorter blonde chimed in, holding her hands up in surrender.
"Father," Cristina slurred.
"What?" the Latina arched an eyebrow in confusion.
"Unless this was an immaculate inception, you'd be the father of this nostril baby. It's coming out of my orifice. That makes me the mother."
"Why must I always be the guy or some furry beast?" Callie whined.
"Just lucky I guess."
"Man or not, I will love our nostril baby and take care of it, even if it means I must sell the farm and work three jobs just to make ends meet."
"What the heck?" Bailey asked as she joined the group. "Do I want to know?"
"Not really," Addison answered. Cristina was about to explain everything to the band's manager when she was interrupted by a shriek.
"Cristina!" Meredith's voice boomed.
"Yes my darling?" the drummer asked.
"I thought I was your darling," Callie scoffed.
"I was having an affair."
"Whore."
Meredith entered the room, dragging what seemed to be a gigantic carrot in with her. Upon closer inspection, the girls realized the carrot was a costume and someone was actually inside of it.
"You dressed my sister up as a giant carrot, you ass!" the pianist accused. Little Grey dejectedly looked down at her shoes while Cristina's eyes began to shift from side to side.
"Technically I dressed her up as a grinding carrot. She just hasn't gotten the chance to grind yet."
"Stop embarrassing Lexie."
"Lexie likes it!"
"Lexie, do you like it?" her sister asked, turning to her. The young girl said nothing.
"Of course she likes it. She gets to be in the band photo."
"We are not taking a picture with a giant carrot."
"Wow, so you're disallowing your sister from participating? That's a little selfish, Mere, wanting to keep the band all to yourself."
"It's not like that. I just don't want you dressing her up as weird stuff."
"If the carrot's not in the picture, then I'm not in the picture," Cristina huffed.
"Fine," Meredith agreed."
"Mere, let me have the giant carrot."
"You know what?" the pianist started. "If Lexie is okay with embarrassing herself like that just so she can be in the pictures, then fine. You can have your giant carrot."
The entire band huddled around the large root as the photographer began taking pictures. Meredith shook her head in disbelief.
"Damn you, Cristina."
As the band began filing out of the room, Arizona grabbed Callie's hand and pulled her back. The brunette turned around and looked at her, slightly taken aback.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure," Callie shrugged.
"When you went out and talked to Joanne, did she say anything and what did you tell her?" Arizona asked. The Latina noted that the other girl seemed somewhat nervous. She smiled, hoping it would ease her.
"Honestly, she didn't say much. She tried to call me Calliope and sighed a lot. As for what I told her, look, I know it's none of my business and I probably shouldn't have, but I just told her not to mess with you."
"Not to mess with me?" Arizona repeated, curiously.
"Yeah, because, you know, you're in the band and stuff and I don't need her messing with my band," the singer stuttered, trying to hide the fact that her cheeks were beginning to feel very hot. The blonde noticed the blushing.
"So it had nothing to do with our clandestine affair?"
"What?" Callie blurted. "No… What?" Arizona couldn't help but laugh at the look of shock on the other girls face.
"I was screwing with you, Callie."
The taller girl gaped at the blonde for several long seconds.
"I knew that," she muttered.
"You wanna hang out this weekend?" Arizona blurted before she knew what she was saying. She wanted to spend time alone with the gorgeous Latina, but hadn't meant to actually do anything about it. She racked her brain for anything to mask the true reason why she asked the question. "You know, so we can work on music and stuff. I tend to write better when I'm with someone, but not too many people and Teddy's gonna be busy. Running into Joanne today gave me a pretty good idea of what kinda song I want to write and since you ran into Erica I figured you'd be the best choice and could relate to it better."
Callie blinked a couple times as she watched the girl ramble. There was no way in hell she could be in a room alone with the blonde. She was nervous enough having to hang out with her in a group. The thought of being in a secluded area with no one else but Roller Girl both excited and terrified her.
Fully intending to give Arizona some made-up excuse as to why she'd have to decline, the Latina was just as shocked as the bassist was when instead, she said the contrary.
"Sure, I have a few songs I can bring over and, if you don't mind, you can take a look at them and tell me what you think."
"Uhm, sounds good," the blonde stammered.
"Yeah," the taller girl nodded.
"Are you coming love birds?" Cristina called out to the two girls from Callie's van. "And yes, I meant that in a kinky way."
"I'm gonna kill you, Yang," Callie yelled, running towards the car, leaving Arizona to wonder what the hell she had just done.
A/N: Guys, we only have six chapters left, but before I get my doober on, I must place credit where credit is due. The song, "You Got What I Need" is by Joshua Radin. Awesome reader points will be distributed to anyone who can let me know what Calzona scene this song plays during.
Now, on to business. Massive thanks to everyone who has given me their character listings. If you have not done so already, please give me your lists in your review, or you can message me. I'm not going to reveal the outcome again until the final chapter.
Also, for one of the next chapters I may need some usernames. I decided it may be a cool idea to have some of your usernames in the stories, so if you want to possibly be mentioned, just state so in your review. I want to make sure I have your permission before I do so. If you're a guest reader and don't have a username yet, but still want to be mentioned, just let me know what your username would be.
Now, you guys may be wondering why I didn't make Erica a completely despicable character. Don't get me wrong, she was a complete ass, but at least she had a little bit of a conscience. The reason I did this is, though I don't like the character of Erica Hahn at all, I respect the actress. (She was in Silence of the Lamb and played a lesbian character which we all know means she probably lost a large part of her fan base. Automatic respect.) Aside from that, I just don't like making characters be completely evil or completely good. They're just not interesting to me, nor, in my opinion of course, very realistic. Everyone's a little twisted.
So, big stuff's happening in the upcoming chapters. I'm pretty excited to write them, if you haven't noticed. I've been writing a lot more lately (obviously) which means I'll be moving on to the next story soon. Because I'll need to come up with a whole new plot for the sequel, I may do one of the other stories first. Please don't hate me, all I do is love you.
Oh, and if you liked it please review and let me know. Thanks, again, for reading. I love you all like love songs, baby.
-Motley