A/N: It's the TDI talent extravaganza! Yeah! So read and review! Updates will fly like crazy!
I slept in by 45 minutes. I woke up hearing Lindsay complain, "OKAY! THIS IS SO WAY BEYOND BAD! I'M OUT OF FAKE TANNER ALREADY!"
"Whoa, that's tragic Lindsay." Gwen replied sarcastically.
"Now I have to actually like sun tan…IN THE SUN! Do you realize how shriveled and wrinkly that can make your skin?" Lindsay complained. Gwen licked her hand and patted her hair down. "Oh, you totally do!"
"All right campers enough beauty sleep! Time to show us what you're made of!" Chris yelled through the megaphone.
"Let's go eat breakfast." I butted it. I was already changed and ready to eat.
"Okay!" Lindsay replied. She left to the main lodge.
"Gwen, c'mon. I know today's going to be a great day! Okay, maybe not. But its okay, we'll work it out." I gave her my hand. She grasped it and got up. "Meet you there then!" I left the cabin.
We were all at the lodge and ate Chef's gross food reluctantly. We heard an announcement from Chris that we were to meet him somewhere. We all left to the amphitheater after breakfast.
"Are we going to see a musical? I love musicals! Especially the ones with singing and dancing!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"GWEN! Saved you a seat." Trent called out to her. "See ya Julie!" she told me. I waved her good-bye and sat next to Leshawna. I kept my eye trained on Heather, who was watching Trent and Gwen.
"Thanks."Gwen told Trent.
"Welcome to our brand new deluxe state-of-the-art outdoor amphitheater!" Chris greeted us with his annoying pep. "Okay, this week's challenge is a summer camp favorite: a talent contest!"
"YES! AWESOME!" Owen shouted.
"Each team has eight hours to pick their three most talented campers. These three will represent them in the show tonight! Sing, dance, juggle, anything goes!—as long as it's legal." Chris trained his eyes on Duncan, who snapped his fingers in a "damn it" way. "You'll be judged by our resident talent scout, former DJ, BJ, AND rap legend…GRAAAAAAND MASTER CHEF, who will show his approval via the Chef-o-Meter!" He pointed up to nothing, of course. "The team that loses will send one camper home TONIGHT! Good luck!"
We all left the amphitheater to figure out who will be representing us. I heard a whistle. Oh no, it's Heather.
"Okay! I'm the team captain, so here's how it's going to work." Heather started explaining.
"Wait. Who said you were team captain?" Gwen asked. "If anything, I'd rather have Julie be team captain. She's been saving our butts from day one."
"NO!" Heather screamed. "I mean, Lindsay, Beth, and I took a vote, and I won."
"Threatening them to vote for you isn't exactly democratic." Gwen shot back.
"Hey, snagged you an extra muffin." Trent whispered. He just walked in.
"Trent, you're cool with me running this project aren't you?" Heather sweetly asked.
"Well, I think I'd rather have Julie run it. She has a good head on her shoulders." Trent responded. I don't know why he said that, because he was supposed to not care. Hm…
"WHAT?! Uh…um…FINE! JULIE! YOU TAKE OVER!" Heather shouted. She shoved her notes to me.
"Uh…okay. I need some judges, so I'll choose Heather, Lindsay, and Beth, but remember, I'm also a judge, and my decision will override yours if I oppose you guys. In the case where any of the judges, including myself, audition, I leave it up to the rest of the team and the other judges to choose wisely for the sake of the team. In those cases, it will be a majority rule." I finished laying down the laws. The rest of the team mumbled in agreement. "Good! Owen, you're first."
He burped the alphabet in one go! Wow! That's really cool! All of the guys cheered for him. I was quietly cheering for him.
"That was excellent man!" Trent came up to Owen and gave him a high five.
"Well, you're not going to do that in this contest, that's disgusting!" Heather argued.
"Do you know how hard it is to burp the entire alphabet in one go?" Trent asked.
"I can also toot Beethoven's Fifth." Owen added.
"NOOO!" Lindsay and Beth both said at the same time.
"HEY! Look, Owen, I know it's really cool that you can do that. But I really think that Chef's going to be turned off by it and won't like it. I'm sorry; you're not representing us for this challenge." I sweetly rejected his talent. I saw Gwen walk away, diary in hand. I better stop Heather from doing her "dramatic reading".
"Where are you going?" Heather asked, noticing that Gwen was walking away.
"Anywhere that's not here." Gwen replied.
"Heather, it's okay. By the way, you're up next." I sweetly told her.
"Whatever." She went ahead with her talent: ballet. Everyone was impressed.
"I vote for Heather to be in the contest!" Lindsay blurted out.
"I second that!" Beth followed.
"I'm impressed Heather. I didn't know you could do that. I think it'll gain high ratings from Chef. You're representing us for this challenge." I concluded. "All right! Anyone want to show off their talent? Trent?"
"Sure." He complied. He got out his guitar and played and sang his song for us.
"You're definitely in this contest!" I remarked after he was finished.
"Cool." He replied.
"Beth, you're up." I commanded. Her talent was twirling fire batons. She was doing really well, but then she threw one, then the other up in the air, which came crashing down, almost burning us. The other baton lit a bush ablaze.
"I missed the catching class." She explained.
"You're not in. Sorry." I told her. Justin came out with a fire extinguisher and put it out. Leshawna gave him some water and he drank it. A drop landed on his buff body and it evaporated the minute it touched him. Heather, Lindsay, and Beth all wanted him in the talent show, but I disagreed. "Guys, it's not really a talent. And I have a strong feeling Chef's not going to like it. Sorry Justin." What value does he have to our team? "All right! We'll take a five minute break and then we'll finish off our talent search."
I went to my backpack to get some water so I could hear Heather go up to Lindsay and say, "I need you to do something. Can you keep a secret?" Lindsay then blabbed a secret that she kept. Lindsay's really dumb. "Gwen is up to something SERIOUS. I want you to follow her and report back to me." Heather gave Lindsay a walkie-talkie and they were gone.
"Okay! Izzy! You're up!" I told her. She did a dance, a really weird dance. I said no as soon as she was done. "Okay, I'll audition." I got my sheet music out of my backpack, took out Harold's keyboard that I borrowed from him during the break, and I played and sang "A Thousand Miles".
"If I could just hold you…tonight…" I sang beautifully and played the last measures of the song. Everyone clapped wildly, and Lindsay, Beth, Heather, and everyone present unanimously voted for me to represent the Screaming Gophers. Yes! "Well, I guess it's clear. We'll have Trent, Heather, and myself perform in the talent show. Justin, you can be the replacement in case something happens to any of us. All right! We finished with four hours to spare! Let's crush the Killer Bass!"
"YEAH!!!" Everyone shouted in agreement.
I was by the cabin looking everywhere for inspiration for my drawings when Gwen came to the cabin. Cody was following her.
"Look! The first hookup of the season!" Heather taunted.
"Oh yeah, we're going at it big time. I need to swim just to cool off." Gwen replied caustically—again.
Gwen burst out of the cabin, slamming Cody, who was trying to peep into the cabin. I made my way up the stairs into the cabin.
"Thanks for holding the door open Cody!" I taunted him.
"Gwen, wait up! I'll come with you!" Trent called out. He put down his guitar and came to Gwen.
"Sure!—I mean, whatever." Gwen replied. She probably didn't want to make Heather suspicious.
In the cabin, I went to the drawer and found Gwen's diary. I put it in my backpack and walked out the cabin.
"Where are you going?" Heather asked me.
"To the lakeside. I want to draw. Is that illegal?" I spat at her.
"Ye—no. Not at all." Heather replied cheerfully. I knew that she was going to wait until I was out of earshot to go search for Gwen's diary, only she won't find it in the cabin because it's with me.
I sat under a tree and started sketching the lake and the dock. Gwen and Trent sitting side by side on the dock, the 1,000 foot high cliff, and the surrounding nature. But it got disrupted when Owen and Cody decided to cannonball into the lake! They soaked Gwen, and Gwen got completely angry again. I followed her and hid behind a bush by the cabin until things boiled over.
"Hi Gwen!" Lindsay greeted. "GWEN! It's you! Hi! What are you doing here outside the cabin Gwen?"
"Trying to get INTO the cabin." Gwen replied, somewhat annoyed.
"Oh, you're trying to get into the cabin! That's very interesting! Wait! Stay here! We can get—get tans together! And you could totally use one!" Lindsay stalled for time.
"Are you going to move, or am I going to have to throw you out of my way?" Gwen threatened.
"You can try, but I have martial arts training!" Lindsay shot back. I walked out of the bushes.
"HEY GUYS! Break it up! Let us through Lindsay. I need to get in too." I lied to Lindsay. That, along with Gwen's snarling, broke Lindsay down and she let us through.
"Hey Gwen! Did you have a good swim?" Heather sincerely asked. "And Julie, did you get the drawing of the lakeside you wanted?"
"I sure did." I replied to Heather's question.
"WHAT is going on in here?" Gwen asked, now thoroughly irritated. Heather faked a yawn and replied, "Nothing, just resting for the big show. Are you ALWAYS so paranoid?"
"Why is the cabin such a big mess?" I asked.
"It was like that when I came in." Heather replied.
"It wasn't like that when I came in to get my drawing supplies, BEFORE you came in here for a nap." I spat.
"Well, maybe you didn't take notice Julie. I'll see you tonight." Heather replied through clenched teeth. Lindsay followed her. I got Gwen's diary out of my backpack.
"Here Gwen. This is why Heather was really in here." I was referring to her diary.
"You found it?" She asked.
"Yeah. When I came in here to get my drawing supplies…well, I didn't really. My drawing supplies were in my backpack all along. But I overheard Heather and Lindsay going to find your diary. Heather wanted to read it to the whole camp and national TV at the talent show in place of ballet. So I looked for your diary and found it in the drawer. That's why Heather was in here and that's why the cabin is such a mess. I want you to promise me that you will not speak of this because then Heather will realize that I took it and foiled her plans, and she'll vote me off. Who would you want voted off, me or Heather?" I asked.
"Definitely Heather. That girl's getting on my last nerve." Gwen replied. "I'd really like it if you could stay with me until the very end. Even if we have to fight each other, I'll be glad it's you, because I know I'm fighting someone who gives their all every day."
"Wow. Thanks Gwen. I'll be glad fighting against you too." I replied.
After dinner, everyone reported to the amphitheater. I was backstage, but I couldn't find Heather.
"GUYS! WHERE'S HEATHER?! SHE'S FIRST UP!" I yelled.
"Uh…Julia? Heather tripped and hurt herself really badly. She can't be in the challenge!" Lindsay exclaimed. Everything's going just as I had expected. "All right. JUSTIN!!! CHANGE OF PLANS! YOU'RE GOING FIRST!" I screamed.
"Cool." Justin told me.
"Welcome to the very first Camp Wawanakwa talent contest, where six campers will showcase their mad skills and desperately try not to humiliate themselves! First up for the Screaming Gophers is Justin!" Chris introduced. I guess it'll be okay. And it was. Justin did what he did in the original episode. Everything's going according to plan.
"Okay, I don't know what that was, but DAAAAAAAAAMMMMMNNNNN you've got some moves dude!" Chris came out and congratulated. "First up for the Killer Bass, make some noise for the big guy, DJ!" DJ came out doing a ribbon dance, but he tripped on it and got tangled, but freed himself, and his talent ended there. "Dainty and yet masculine. Let's see what Grand Master Chef thinks…! Not much. So, with two down and four acts to go, it's the Screaming Gophers screaming ahead. Next on deck: Trent. Take it away my bro!"
"This one goes out to someone very special here at camp." Trent introduced. "They say that we've only got summer. And I say that's really a bummer. We'll swim in the sun and have lots of fun, it'll just be the two of us. Nothing to do, just hang. So let me say only this: I'll stick around for just one kiss."
"Nice work! I'm liking your style dude! And so does Grand Master Chef!" Chris congratulated. "All right, quit hogging my light buddy." And Chris pushed Trent off the stage. "Three down and three to go and the Killer Bass are totally fucking up so far. Let's hear it for Bridgette!"
Bridgette came out on a handstand. She probably wasn't feeling too good, because she soon burped and then started puking all over the place. Thankfully, I was backstage. Bridgette slipped in her own vomit and landed in Tyler's arms, which enraged Lindsay enough to shout, "Hey, puke on your own boyfriend!"
"Puke on your own what, Lindsay?" Heather asked. She was in the audience. She must've tripped on her way here…or is there something more?
"I didn't say boyfriend!" Lindsay quickly covered up her mistake.
"Clean up in aisle three, four, five, and six! In the meantime, we'll take a short break to hose the joint down." Chris said nasally because he was covering his nose.
"Welcome back! Okay, so in a strange turn of events, Bridgette's chunk-blowing fest registered two thumbs up by Grand Master Chef! But it's not enough to pull ahead of the Screaming Gophers, who's in the lead with Trent's love song. So, without further delay, here she is for the leaders, Julie Rose!"
I came out with Harold's keyboard, set it up, put the sheet music on a stand, and said a few words before I started playing, "This is a song I wrote and composed myself called "A Thousand Miles". This goes out to…well…my friends at home and that certain person I know who might be watching. And maybe some people at camp." I started to play, and then I finished.
"Okay…YOU HAVE SOME REALLY WICKED MUSIC SKILLS! And Grand Master Chef approves!" Chris congratulated. YES! IT WORKED! All the Killer Bass needs to do is have Geoff break his skateboard and have Harold come and beat-box his way to victory. And he did. Chef completely approved of Harold and his skills. It was pretty cool though. He deserved to beat me.
Heather bribed Lindsay, Beth, Owen, and Izzy to vote Justin off. I voted Justin off too, without Heather's encouragement, and he was kicked off the island. At least that part stayed true.
Harold: Julie's hot.
Me: WHOA! AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE CRUSHING ON SOMEONE ELSE?!
Harold: Yes. I thought I'd make a comment GOSH!
Me: Uh...where'd he go?
DJ: I think he went to sleep. Come to think of it, shouldn't you too?
Me: Uh...do you know what time it is?
Ezekiel: Summer time?
Me: No, it's 8 AM. I'm not going to bed. And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at Playa--SHOOT! I'VE SAID TOO MUCH!
Geoff: Huh?
Me: PHEW! *wipes fake sweat bead* They heard nothing. I have got to stop saying too much.