Summary: There are 3 months left senior year for the Victorious gang. It's been a boring year for most of the gang, except for Cat who never has a dull moment when living with Sam. But then Sinjin causes an explosion while working on some of the more advanced sound equipment damaging it and parts of the school. The school isn't able to pay to repair the damages and so they pull the big end-of-year showcase forward and make it a fundraiser event to repair the school. Problem, they do have money for material or costumes. Will Tori and the gang be able to save the school? Or is this truly the end of Hollywood Arts? And what's up with this letter Tori's gotten?
Disclaimer: Victorious is owned by Nickelodeon, if I owned it, it would have gotten another season, had all 20 of the unaired episodes aired and a finale.
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Invader Johnny: Yay was aiming for that, hope you're enjoying it so far.
-Parking Lot-
LAFD was clearing out some rubble where the Asphalt Cafe used to be while Helen and Sikowitz were running around to make sure everyone was accounted for and if anyone was hurt, which surprisingly no one was, according to the paramedics. "Ok, everyone is safe and accounted for so that is the good news," Helen announced to the staff, "The bad news is the part of the school that got destroyed, held most of our audio equipment, materials for costumes, and instruments."
"WHAT?!" Vice-Principal Dickers yelled, "We needed that for the big showcase! Oh, this is bad!"
"We can figure this out," Sikowitz reassured.
"Do you even have a plan on how we are going to make enough money from it?" Dickers asked.
"Yeah, of course, I have a plan," Helen chuckled and quickly ran over to the Victorious gang alongside Sikowitz, "What do you six need to make sure we make enough money to keep the school open?"
Tori looked confused and worried, "Wait, what do you mean by that?"
"Come now, who else is going to have a big enough performance at this school to fix Sinjin's mistake?" Helen asked.
"We can barely get a one-word response from those shruggers," Sikowitz added, gesturing to the other students.
"HEY!" The shruggers cried out feeling slightly offended.
"See, I insulted them and got a one-word response!" Sikowitz yelled, proving his point and getting murmurs of agreement from the shruggers. "So again, what do you kids need?"
Tori was a little stunned, "Well, uhm,"
Andre stepped forward, "Instruments, like guitars, drums, bass, and keyboards."
Cat jumped in next, "Fabrics for costume,"
"12 gallons of-" Jade started.
Helen who had been writing down interrupted her, "We are limiting your blood usage to half a gallon." The two entered a glaring contest.
Jade relented, "Fine, then half a gallon of fake blood I'll just do a different scene with it."
Helen nodded, "Ok, as long as you all figure out your performances,"
Sikowitz turned to Cat who had been playing with her hair, "Cat, your Brother is back from his little 'trip'?"
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Cat replied.
Helen looked around and quietly answered, "Well, he seems to be able to find lots of things for cheap and we are not going to question where he gets it from."
"Alright, everyone needs to give me a list of things you need and I'll give them to my brother," Cat replied and quickly got distracted, "Haha, this reminds me of this one time when my brother-"
"Sorry Cat, but we need you 6 to get materials for the show, make your props and costumes and rehearse your sets in the next few weeks."
Tori looked a little shocked, "What, weeks? Isn't the big showcase in 3 months?"
"We've got to move it forward, we need the money soon," with that the two adults ran off to figure out the event.
Tori sighed and turned to André, "André, can you-"
"Sorry Tori," André shook his head, "I am going to be too busy practicing my own part." Everyone around her agreed and ran off.
Tori threw her hands up, "Great what do I do now?"
-Tori's Slap page-
Status: Have to write a new song fast to save the school. This isn't good.
Feeling: Stressed out :cold_sweat:
-Vega Residence-
Mr. and Mrs Vega were sitting on the couch watching a movie together to celebrate some big news when Tori rushed into the house, "Hey mom, hey dad, can't talk, have to write a song for the big showcase."
"Whoa, isn't that in about 2 months what's the rush?" Tori's mom asked.
"School partially collapsed today, they need funding to keep it open fast so they moved up the date of the showcase to the end of this month, hence why I need to write a song," Tori quickly replied and started to run upstairs.
Mr. Vega stopped her, "Wait, what?"
"Oh my god, are you ok?" Mrs. Vega asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, they had paramedics check me out, bye," Tori replied and was about to run upstairs again, but realized how worried they were and sat on the couch, "Sorry I'm just stressed because apparently me and my friends are the only chance the school has."
looked over to the table and muttered, "Better not say anything about that then," but Tori heard that.
"Say anything about what?" Tori questioned and noticed a big folder on the coffee table and pointed at the folder, "What's that?"
"It's a uh, a letter," Mrs. Vega started, "from NYU."
"No, uh, why would you tell me that right now?" Tori cried out, "Sorry, I just need to clear my head and focus on-."
"Honey," "it's early an admission package,"
That stopped Tori, "What, but… I didn't sign up for early admission, I thought I missed the cutoff for it."
"Read the letter, they liked your extracurriculars, grades, and singing performances, they want you to start next week."
AN: full disclosure I don't know how earlier admissions works, pretty sure they don't even exist where I am either, so take no mind in the fact that this is probably not how this happens.
"What? No, I can't, the school is counting on me to-"
Mrs. Vega interrupted her, "Sweetie, we get that you want to help out your school, but you need to think about your future now."
Mr. Vega jumped in, "You're graduating soon, and you said you don't want to work with that Mason person anymore,"
"He's been trying to control what I look like again,"
"We know you want to be a pop star, but you need to have other options."
"It isn't that we don't believe in you, it's just smarter to have a plan b."
"I … I need time to think," With that Tori ran upstairs.