Belle turned up the volume on her headphones to drown out Tracy's ramblings in the background. Geez, did her dumb roommate ACTUALLY think that she listened to her? Tracy was going off about her latest one-night stand, some sweaty football player that apparently thought he was God's gift. Who cared?
Belle switched on her laptop and clicked on the email icon. As she'd expected, there was a new email from Chloe. She knew that Chloe had gone to see Phantom of the Opera and she desperately wanted to know if she'd bothered to read the program. Brady had gotten a part in the men's chorus of the show and had only told Belle about the part. Not even John or Marlena knew. They thought he'd just taken off to New York to find himself. She was not supposed to tell anyone and it was driving her crazy not being able to tell Chloe. Belle hoped that she figured it out for herself so that they could talk about the situation without Belle breaking a confidence.
Belle carefully read Chloe's email, then started typing her response.
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To:phantomdiva@julliard.edu
From:tinkerbelle@ucla.edu
Subject:glad you had fun!
Chloe,
I'm so glad that you got to see Phantom. I love the music from that show – I know most of it by heart already! What other shows do you want to see? If you're interested in "Rent," you should try to get those $20 tickets – they do a raffle for seats in the first two rows of the theater at 6pm everyday. One of my new friends here is from New York and he's always tell me random information like that!
We had the final parties for rush tonight. I know that Mimi and I are both interested in becoming Alphas. I hope we both get in the same house. Partly because I want us too and partly because it would be really awkward if we didn't. Philip looks like a Zeta shoo-in, but he won't know anything until really late tonight.
Stop teasing me about listening to NSYNC! But you are right, I do listen to them. Right now I'm listening to Britney Spears – big surprise, right?
I decided to be bold and go over to the campus TV station to get involved. I'm going to be helping out with the nightly newscast. Not that big a deal really, but it's something to do. I'm sure I'll just end up filing videotapes, but maybe it will keep me out of trouble.
A bunch of us drove over to the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica a few days ago to see a movie and walk around, then we went over to the Santa Monica Pier and went on a few rides. The Promenade is cool – three blocks of cafes, movie theaters, restaurants, bars and street performers. The Pier is only a few blocks away and has a Ferris Wheel, one of those pirate rides and a few other things. They also have all those arcade games like skeeball, basketball and air hockey. I kicked Philip's butt at the basketball game because he was having an off-night. I think he's still embarrassed. But he did win me a stuffed penguin and he won a toy frog for Mimi. Half his money went to winning us toys! Riding the Ferris wheel was great – from the top you can see all the way to Catalina Island and up to Malibu if it's clear. Philip threatened to try to push Mimi off and they got into a fight on the Ferris Wheel – what dorks! Sometimes I feel like we're the three musketeers. Which is cool, but I also think maybe I should branch out a little bit.
That friend of Philip's, Matt, called me today. He must've gotten my number through the student directory because Philip said he never asked him for it. We talked for a little while about nothing in particular. I got the feeling that he was going to ask me out, but then he never did. I don't know what I would have said. I can't tell if he'll call back. I also feel weird because I know Mimi thought he was cute and I'm the one he called. She gets so sensitive about stuff like that. Deep down, I don't think she ever forgave me when I started going out with Shawn.
I've started to get addicted to driving as a good way to clear my head. I'll just get in the car and drive… sometimes down near the airport, other times up to the valley. It's a good way to learn LA and it's a good excuse to leave the confusion of college for a little while.
Shawn called again and stupid Tracy wouldn't give me the phone right away. Instead, she flirted with him on the phone for a few minutes first. Jeez, doesn't that girl have enough guys to bother without touching mine? Then again, I guess Shawn really isn't mine. But I still feel like he is. It doesn't matter – I don't want the biggest slut in southern California flirting with him! If he does visit, I'll have to make sure she shacks up somewhere else that night!
Okay, sorry to ramble. Sometimes I think you're my email therapy! Anytime, keep me updated!
luv, Belle
