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Chapter 5
Fi could hear music coming from the door. Annie was playing her flute again, she was good no doubt about that. But Fi just didn't want to listen to it every moment of the day, it did become annoying. She turns the handle, happy to find it's not locked and steps into the room. Damn. Is her first thought, this isn't a luxury size room it's not even fitting for a Barbie! Annie is sitting Indian style on the far bed by the wall playing away. Doesn't stop to say hi, doesn't even look up just keeps on playing. Fiona's suitcase is laying on top of the first bed, one of the boys must have carried it up. She undoes the buckle and unzips the bag.
"Hey Fi what do you want to do tonight?" Annie puts down her flute and asks.
"I don't know, what is there to do around here?" Fi replies in the nicest tone possible.
"I'm not sure, but it's a pretty major city there has to be something."
"First we have to head down to the lobby for rehearsal." Yet another rule she couldn't understand. Fi wasn't a singer or even form of musician why did she have to attend the rehearsals?
"Yeah I know. Guess what!"
"What?" Fi tired her best to reach the same level of perkiness has Annie but was nowhere close.
"Molly said she would try to make arrangements for me to sing tonight as well."
"That's great!" Those feelings of jealously begin to creep in again. Fi wished she was talent in music so it could be a mother and daughter type of deals. Annie just keeps on smiling while wiping her flute clean with a Kleenex that had been sitting on the nightstand in between the beds. Fi pulls out a t-shirt of the color red with a simple white lace around the collar, along with a pair black slacks out of the bag. With the cloth under her arm she walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. First uses the toilet for it's normal everyday uses. The flute could be heard again.
Fiona didn't really want to do anything tonight. Just veg out in front of the Television with an assortment of cavity causing treats. Catch a classic black and white style flick on the AMC station or something. Invite her mom over, or invite herself over there and have a miniature slumber party. The boys would hang out with each other and surely Annie would have no trouble joining them. But Fi couldn't tell them that, she didn't want to be a snob or to upset anyone.
While pulling the shirt off she hears the door being opened. Doesn't think much of it, everyone is always visiting someone for some reason or another. Maybe it was Clu to show off a newly learned useless talent like balancing a spoon on his nose. Or it could be Jack looking for some form of inspiration and take a picture of it. One of the adults to pass on some information of a change of plans. Perhaps Carey to tell Fi he'd be willing to give the extra room to her, and they'd find a way to sneak it past the parents. Then the door is closed shut. Fiona keeps on changing at the same pace as she had been. Whoever it was she was sure wasn't an absolute emergency to known at that moment. Finishes getting re-dressed and combos her hair so it isn't standing in all directions. Her hair always seemed to have a mind of it's own; thank God for hair spray and gel products. Fi applies both to her head and the static electricity problem vanishes. Puts a tiny touch of make up on her face, hardly noticeable at all.
Steps out of the bathroom carrying the outfit she had been wearing previously with her. She had been wearing them all-day and slept in them for quite awhile so they were well wrinkled.
"Now that was rude!" Fi speaks out loud to no one. Annie was gone proberly left with whoever had been at the door. She didn't even have the decentsy to let her own roommate know she was heading out. Fiona knew it wasn't Annie fault she had air head abilities. Even Fi had her share of them as did every teenager in the universe. The time on the alarm clock said the time of 5:03. Fiona does a double take afraid of what she had seen. Yep it was 5:03 and her mother was going to kill her. Rushing to retrieve the shoes she had kicked off before heading in the bathroom; it put them on again. Locating them under the bed next to a black sock, puts them on the wrong feet, but knows she doesn't have time to fix that.