Rock'n'Roll movies? Well, I don't think School of Rock counts. Does Yesterday count, the one where the Beatles never existed and one guy who remembers them passes their songs off as his own songs? That's kind of Rock'n'Roll, especially when he's on the rooftop and his rendition of "Help" sounds like he really is screaming for help. Nah, I guess not. Anyway, enjoy, even so! Thanks for reviewing, AnonBrowser, OmniUIShaggyOverexaggerated and lordgemini. And Sir Mordred, no, I write because I want to. Neither "review" had anything to do with this story.

I went to the confessional first thing that morning, to finally vent. "Okay, so things are sort of better and worse. Courtney's still here. She's won every immunity challenge since we merged. Weird, since Lindsay's been winning the reward challenges, but point is, we need to get rid of her the second she loses an immunity challenge. There has to be one genre she's not good at. Hopefully action movies won't be on the menu before she goes. But at least she's not glaring at me all the time any more. I think Duncan getting eliminated made her realize she had nothing to worry about." I frowned. "Now if I could stop snapping at her every day..."

Just as I'd come back showered, dressed and combing my hair after applying my makeup in the trailer, Lindsay pranced in, dressed in a towel, singing off–key "You...and me–e–e–e–e...like butter knives are free, we're freeee!"

"Will you please shut up?" Courtney snarled at her. "It's like butterflies, not butter knives! And everyone knows you won last night by dumb luck. The murder mystery challenge is over, so you can stop massacring that song!"

"I was not mascaraing anything except my eyelashes, Courtney." Lindsay said, checking herself in the mirror.

"Guys, can't we try to get along?" Beth began.
"Give up the dream, girl." Leshawna advised her. "Long as these two are here, anyway."

"You think it's partly Lindsay's fault?" I asked her. "Courtney just seems to take offense to her existence."

"No, not her fault." Leshawna amended. "More that her brain's intermittent. Courtney can't stand it that Lindsay can sometimes be cleverer than her when she mostly seems to have been dropped on her head too many times. I don't think Lindsay can help it and she's not faking anything, but Courtney's just mad that someone she knows to be stupid can best her in something like last challenge."

"Well, I'm sort of hoping it happens again." I said, lowering my voice so Courtney couldn't possibly hear. "Or for me, you, Beth or Harold to do it. We need to send her home."

"Way ahead of you, girl." Leshawna said, lowering her voice, too. "I'll try to talk Harold into it, if you work on the girls."

"They're already in." I told her quietly. "Remember in the superhero challenge, I said I'd do anything to bring her down except eliminate Duncan? Well, he's gone, so nothing's holding me back now. They already know."

We didn't have a chance to say any more then, because we heard drumming outside and guessed it meant it was time to start the challenge.

It was. Chef was standing in front of a giant drum kit. "Nice of you to join us." Chris said as we appeared from one trailer, with Harold from the other. "Today's movie genre is...drumroll please!" Chef did a far too long drumroll, to the point that he had to do another short one before Chris finally told us it was "The rock'n'roll biopic!"

Now that was exciting. I hadn't seen many of them, but a bit of music and stardom sounded like the challenges might actually be fun. The girls and Harold all looked just as excited as I felt. Of course, it being Chris, I couldn't count on anything, but there had to be at least something in the challenge I'd like.

Well, I listened carefully to Chris' usual summary. He mentioned there were only a few things he could talk about with us, being teenagers. The three things we had to know about was "How to rock out on the guitar, work the paparazzi, and trash a hotel room!" Yep. Sounded fun to me.

Our first stop was the Gilded Chris Awards theatre. Well, Chris told us to go to the "big stadium", so we spent about half an hour walking around, trying to find the right set.

"I said ten minutes, not ten hours!" Chris said crossly.

"Well, maybe you should have quit your dumb exact words game and just told us, Chrissy." I snarked. "What, was 'Meet at the Gilded Chris Awards theatre' too specific?" I turned to the rest of the cast and added "The exact words thing he does isn't down to the producers. He did it at home all the time because it was a new version of lying so he didn't have to just straight out bluff. You should've heard the time he told his mom he went to a study group in high school. Yeah, he had a study group and he went to it, but they didn't actually do any studying."

Harold actually looked a little impressed. "I should try that myself..." he muttered quietly.

Beth, however, scowled. "Yeah, I've met those kinds of people." she said, letting her eyes flick over Courtney for a second, although I wasn't sure that was fair. Courtney wasn't a liar as much as she only accepted her own version of the truth.

Chris handed out 'guitars'. They were really more like guitar–shaped gaming consoles, full of buttons to push to play (we had to correspond with the ones on a screen above), and wired to electrocute anyone who played a note wrong.

We all got different guitars. I quite liked my one, with a cool Union Jack design. Leshawna, on the other hand, got one with a skull. Beth's one looked and sounded like a banjo, Courtney had one that looked like a traditional guitar, Lindsay had a navy triangular thing, and Harold's was red and white.

"Are you ready to rock out?" Chris called, once we were all lined up and ready.
"For those about to rock, I salute you!" Harold sang back.

And we all started playing. I knew that if I didn't play a wrong note and just missed one, I wouldn't get electrocuted, so I played it safe, not worrying if I missed a note, just going to the next one.

A good thing, too. Harold tried too hard and his guitar self–combusted. Beth's banjo guitar must've been defective, too, because it blew up halfway through. Lindsay hit enough wrong notes to get a terrible electrocution.

Leshawna was trying hard to hit all the notes, like Harold and Beth, but she wasn't doing too well. The guitar seemed in better shape than the other two, but she was getting little static electrocutions. I wasn't getting any, but Courtney was still better than me.

I tried pulling out a few dance moves and even making a face when Courtney dropped to her knees, still playing her heart out (I even made Chef smirk when he saw me doing that). She didn't just do that. She even tried to play with her teeth, and behind her head, keeping an angelic smile on her face the whole time. By the end, it was just her and me, playing.

"Impressive, both of you." Chris told us. "But the winner is..."Chef played a drumroll.

"...Toni!"

I hadn't expected that, but I grinned as Courtney began to do her favourite thing. "But I hit every note!" she protested. "And I played behind my head! And on my knees! And with my teeth!"

"Yes, yes you did." Chris agreed. "But you tried way too hard. And if there's one thing rock stars don't do, it's try. Even a little. You saw Toni."

Courtney scoffed. "Yes. She hit every tenth note and tried to compensate for it with her dancing." (It was more like at least every fifth note, but whatever).

"Like any other real rock star." Chris said, shrugging. "Hey, I didn't want to make my little cousin win either, but the criteria was clear."

I shrugged. "Come on, Courtney, there's more than one challenge today. I won the first one, and I'm pretty sure from our prepping that there's three. I bet all I get from this one is an advantage. You could win the next two."

I did get an advantage from our next challenge, which was to work the paparazzi while walking on a red carpet from the Lame-o-sine. I got to skip the Lame-o-sine and half the carpet, while everyone else had to do the whole thing. All that meant was that I had half the chance everyone else had of screwing up.

It was mostly a bunch of standees, ones that could take pictures, or move, and I went first for them. I smiled for the camera, blew them a kiss, then waved and ran past, not wasting too much time. Then I hugged the groupie on my way and accepted a canape but no swag from a guy holding a bag. Finally, I reached the bouncer and just smiled charmingly at him and added "If you let me in, I'll hook you up with my famous cousin and score you an invite to better gigs." He let me aside, and I ran in, grinning.

Everyone else had another set of cameras and paparazzi to get through and a girl with an autograph pad. Courtney went after me and did okay. She only smiled for one picture then ducked, signed the autograph, ducked the second set of photographers, waved to the groupie as she passed, took the swag but not the canape (the first in a series of Chris' autobiographies), and got the bouncer out of the way by glaring at him and snapping "Do you know who I am?"

Beth did terribly. Her glasses flew off halfway through the first photo and she ended up stumbling through the rest. Leshawna managed to break the first photographer by ripping the camera out of his hands, saying he didn't have permission, but did okay apart from that. Harold was fine, apart from trying a little too hard to be cool.

But none of us measured up to Lindsay, who went last. She smiled for the camera, posed for lots of pictures, and then blew a kiss as she ran to the autograph girl and signed. She hugged the groupie happily, accepted a canape, and then flirted with the bouncer.

Chris showed us all our "best" shots. Beth's was the worst, Harold's was a little cringey and they'd caught Leshawna scowling, while Courtney only had half of her face. They'd also caught me just as I was running away. Lindsay, however, was blowing a kiss to the camera, looking a million dollars. The suitcase of million dollars, in fact, because she'd won.

Guess what Courtney did this time? "How is that possible? I did the best job of avoiding the paparazzi!"

"Who said you were supposed to avoid the photons?" Chris replied. The whole point of the challenge was to get major exposure. That's why I'd hugged the groupie and played my connections to the bouncer, and Lindsay had taken her time far more, keeping her eyes on the camera as she passed them by, which I hadn't thought to do.

Still, I grinned at Lindsay and said "Great job, Linds! You totally deserve it." I could see Courtney seething out of the corner of my eye, and I loved it.

But now, I wish I hadn't. The thing was, the last challenge was trashing a hotel room, and Lindsay got an extra ten seconds after the rest of us had to stop.

It felt really weird to knock stuff over, pulling down the curtains, tossing the pillows and everythng else on the set. Lindsay giggled as she bounced up and down on the bed. But the reason I regretted goading Courtney? She went crazy. Like, she even broke a boom mic over her knee. By the time Lindsay had her extra ten minutes, she had nothing left to do.

"I see your predicament." Chris conceded. "Thanks to Courtney, there's nothing left to destroy." And with that, Courtney had won individual immunity for the third time in a row!

Beth, Lindsay and I had only two choices, and we all discussed it together. "I don't want to betray one of my friends," Beth said sadly, "But I think we better go for Leshawna."

"Consistency counts." I agreed. "Harold's either really good or really bad, whereas she's consistently moderate or strong. There's benefits to voting both off, but I'll go with Leshawna if that's your choice."

"Me too." Lindsay spoke up, although she looked sad. I had to admit, Leshawna really had redeemed herself since the trash-talking incident. She'd been nothing but nice, friendly and trustworthy. I didn't want to betray her after all that, but there wasn't much else I could do if I wanted to stay in with the girls.

I wasn't sure what Courtney was thinking. We needed her to ensure there wasn't a tiebreaker, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea. In the end, I decided to leave it. After I'd talked to Leshawna that morning, I was pretty sure she wasn't going to align with Courtney, but I couldn't be sure if that's what would happen. Not with someone so game-savvy. She could easily choose to go with Courtney for this vote. If this was where it ended, it was where it ended.

Well, at the Gilded Chris ceremony, Chris tossed the first three to Beth, Courtney and Harold. No votes for any of them. Lindsay received the fourth.

I glanced at Leshawna, who admitted guilt with a small nod and then looked away. The question was, had Lindsay received a vote? Or was I about to enter a tiebreaker?

At that moment, Chris called my name and finally, my Gilded Chris fell into my hands.

Leshawna got to her feet and said "You guys voted for me?"

I looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry." I murmured. "It's a compliment, really. You're strong, and with my first choice immune, well..."

Leshawna's face softened. "I understand, girl. It's a game, right? I don't hate you for playing."

We all said we'd miss her. Well, not Courtney, but Harold and the other girls all said the same as me. Leshawna promised Harold she'd root for him, and all too soon, the Final Six became the Final Five. I'd just lasted over three quarters of the season!

While this is one of my favourite episodes, it's not quite as fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I know that with the exception of it being four girls and Harold rather than having three guys, it's largely the same cast. But I really, really hated the ending of this episode in canon and I felt it was Leshawna's time. Hey, at least she lasted longer than canon, and somewhat more deservingly than Duncan.