A/N: For those who missed this (I know I missed writing like this) it's back to Keely's side. I'M STILL A-WAITING FOR MY QUARTERS! According to the hits page, I should be expecting...15 dollars and 25 cents in the mail, U.S. currency, of course. :-P

Across the hall, the was an ominous feeling as Keely ran over her lines in a chair. Watching the actors rehearse without her wasn't as fun as she thought it would be–it was worse. As they finished the scene, Chelsea ran over to Keely.

"Oh, that was great! There's nothing like working on stage!" She studied the look on her new friend's face. "You're bored, aren't 'cha?"

Keely nodded. "Only a little bit." Chelsea raised an eyebrow. "Okay, more than a bit."

"You know, you can go off if you want." She sat down next to Keely.

"Where would I go? There's nothing else to do except go over this act." She flipped a page in her script book.

"You can go to the art class. They're doing murals today."

"I'm not so blessed in the art department." Keely spoke.

"The chorus room?" She tried again.

"I don't feel like singing in a choir. Too dependent on other voices." She said.

"You could always watch the other plays. There's Cinderella, Hairspray, Grease, Peter Pan, A Walk To Remember..."

"Peter Pan?" She tilted her head. She remembered begging her parents to buy the Peter Pan movies when she was younger. It had always been a release from reality.

"Yep. The Disney side, too. They've even got flying and everything. And Roscoe's in it." Chelsea taunted like a 2nd grader.

"So?"

"So, I know you've got a little crush on him." She prodded Keely softly.

"No way. I could never do that to..." She paused. What was I gonna say?

"Phil?" Chelsea concluded.

"Not Phil."

"Phil."

"Not Phil!"

"Totally Phil!"

"No, not Phil! I can do whatever I want to Phil, we're not together..." She stood up.

"That didn't sound very convincing." Chelsea gave her a look.

"I don't know. There's something...a little feeling I have. I don't know what it is. It's like I'm sitting on something, and I don't exactly know that I am, but I feel it. And I know that I'm not sitting on something. I'm standing up. But the little feeling says something about Phil."

"It says...?" She tried to get Keely to open up. She thought hard, but to no answer.

"...I don't know. I'm gonna go watch Peter Pan." She walked off to the set.

Sorry. I'm all against climaxes and whatnot, but I have a good reason for this one–I forgot where I was going. I really do need to jot that kind of crap down. Thanks to the fans, this is the bump of the 50th review! I'm so proud! -gets all choked up- Ohh...

Plus, this was sorta pointless...sorry.

I know the rule about short and sweet, but, what can I say? This is on the actor's time frame so I have no say in it whatsoever. X-P

T.J.

P-ess (as always): You'll have to wait a few days for the next chapter unless I suddenly get inspired out of nowhere.

-lightbulb goes 'ding' out of nowhere-

YESSSSS! I LOVE when that happens! I'm brilliant! I've got my next idea, so soon to come is my next chapter...the 12th (or 13th) installment!

Random person: Dag, this story is getting long.

-Moe comes out and shoots random person-

Ahem, well, that's what you get for stating the obvious.

Ta-Ta! (Don't state the obvious–Moe knows where you live.

T.J.