Victorious
Season 1, Episode 1
Pilot
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"Are you sure you have to go through with this?" I asked André, leaning on his arm as we walked to Trina's house. It hadn't been his choice to be paired with her for the showcase, but everyone had until tomorrow to submit an appeal to have their partner changed. I had offered to be his partner, but he had refused before he even knew who his partner was. "You already know the music to my dance, you wouldn't have to go through much effort to get approval for a partner change."
I could see him roll his eyes, a smile gracing his lips as he responded. "You've been practicing this piece for over two months now. It wouldn't be right for me to jump into it at the last moment just because my partner is Trina." He retorted, using the arm I was leaning on to brush a few of my curls away from my eye. "Plus, we're going to be doing 'Make It Shine', you know I've been wanting to get rid of it from the performance roster." He told me, and I couldn't help but l agree with what he was alluding to.
Every year, anyone taking a songwriting class had to enter 5 songs to the performance roster. Then those songs would be randomly selected and performed at one of the various concerts, plays, or showcases the school hosted. When he had entered 'Make It Shine', it was because Lane had forced him to, and while it wasn't a bad song; it just wasn't one that André would like to perform.
"Fine, but you have to give me a massage tonight." I told him, a slight puff of breath coming out of my mouth as we finally made it to the front door of Trina's house. "Oh really, for what?" He asked me, giving me a confused look. "For making me walk up this damn hill." I responded, not even looking to see his reaction as I rang the doorbell. The door swung open, and an exasperated Trina was there to greet us. "Come in." She said, and as we stepped inside she closed the door behind us. "Thanks." André uttered, but I didn't make a sound.
"Tori, that's Andrew and his sister Katrina." She said, pointing at us with a roll in her eyes and a slight disdain in the way she walked. "André." He corrected before looking at Tori. "And I'm Kimberlina, his girlfriend." I introduced myself to the dorky looking teen. Her hair had a swoop bang in the front, and she was wearing what looked like a scaled up version of pyjamas. "Hey." She said, and it was something about her facial expression that made her look a bit like Robbie.
"You go to Hollywood Arts, too?" André asked, the two of us walking up the stairs that lead to a grand piano. "Ohh no, I'm not a performer. Just my sister." She used her thumb to point at Trina, the older Vega swinging her arm around her sister. "Yep, I've got the talent and she's got the strong teeth. You know, she's never had one cavity." She said, using her hand to squish Tori's cheeks together.
"I try not to brag about it." Tori said, finally being released from her sister's grasp as my boyfriend spotted the grand piano. "Ooh, nice piano!" He said, sitting down on the bench and playing his signature warmup. It was a little tune he played every time before he practiced, something to loosen his fingers and relax his mind. "Oh, my god! You're fantastic!" Tori exclaimed when André was done, taking a seat next to him. I gave his shoulder a squeeze, a silent 'well done' for how well he had played. I would never admit it out loud, but everytime he played I was blown away by his talent.
"Alright, let's get to work." Trina said, and I could tell this would be a long week.
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It had been five days since I had visited the Vega house, and I was standing backstage with Beck and André. André and Tori had already done 'Make It Shine', which had been a big hit with the crowd. I was the next number on, and I had a lot riding on this performance. First of all was all the casting agents in the crowd, watching to see all of the talent they could and offer them jobs. I had one that had been contacted on the behalf of my ballet teacher Ms. Rallforth sitting in the crowd.
It was like a mini audition for a position as a lead dancer in an upcoming movie, to see how I thrived onstage with a difficult dance. The second thing was the fact that Ms. Rallforth was watching as a part of my examination. I had convinced her to waiver my tap test score if I did an extra good job with contemporary ballet.
Plus, Beck told me that if I did extra well during the performance then I could have a reward, and I really wanted to see what he would do.
"Are you ready?" Beck asked, holding my waist. André was holding my hands, the boys both looking me over as the song onstage hit it's last pre chorus. "Yeah, I just hope Mr. Delanio decides that I'm a good enough dancer to make it into the auditions." I sighed, using Beck's support to pull myself onto point, making sure I could get over my box in these new shoes. I had broken them in, but sometimes they were a little stiff when I hadn't actually danced in them.
With a lifespan of around 2 days based on how many classes I wore them in, I wanted them to be in the best condition they could. I had only practiced in these shoes 3 times, so I was still a bit nervous about how well they would hold up. "Of course you're good enough to make the auditions." André said, looking into my eyes as his thumbs stroked my palms. "You've been working on this dance for a long time, it's going to be awesome." Beck uttered in my ear, pulling his hands off my waist so he could adjust the waistband of my tutu.
"Now go out there and perform like it's the best dance you'll ever do." André said, kissing my cheek. "And when you get off the stage we're going to go to my rv and Friday after school you can have your reward." Beck kissed my cheek as well, and I turned to give them air kisses. Stepping into the wings of the stage, I waited for my cue before the lights went dim. As the music started, I stood on pointe with my head down and arms spread to the side. All I could do was dance.
It was only when I came off the stage that I had even a sliver of happiness inside me. I had danced the character of a dying swan, desperate to live but failing to survive old age. It was a somber piece, one that had made even my stone cold mother tear up. I bounced over to my boyfriends, enveloping them in a warm hug. "You did so good, baby." Beck whispered in my ear, André's hand stroking my hair down, his other arm wrapped around my waist. "I think you made Mr. Delanio cry." André said, and I hoped that was true. I wanted to make him cry, to make him realize that my dancing was so phenomenal that he just had to give me a spot in his audition.
Beck pulled back first, looking around the area. "I think that's him right now." He said, and I quickly moved away from André to get a better look at the direction he was looking in. It was Mr.Delanio, his suit sharp but his eyes showing evidence of crying. I smoothed out my tutu, straightened my posture and pulled a neutral face on in a manner of seconds. I had to be professional, I didn't want to ruin my chances at auditioning just because I said the wrong thing or made the wrong face.
He stopped in front of me, his shoes making a clicking noise as he walked. "Ms. James-Jung, what a pleasure it was to see you on stage tonight." He said, sticking out his hand. I shook it, making sure to pasture on my best smile. "Well, it was an honor to have the chance to dance in front of you, sir." I replied, my voice high and airy like it was whenever I needed to flatter somebody.
"Well, if you would like to follow me to somewhere more private so we can discuss certain matters, that would be great." He said, and though I felt reluctant to leave my boyfriend's sides, I know that I would rather not have them listen to the conversation. They were both overprotective, even the slightest hint of something negative would set them into a fury. It was best I told them after the fact.
"Umm, there's an empty dressing room we could go into." I suggested, the two of us beginning to walk into my dressing room. It was a brisk walk, closer to the classrooms than it was the stage. It was the perfect place to have a private conversation, no teachers, students, or any audience members would be near the classrooms while the final act of the show was going on.
I opened the door, moving into the clean room as Mr. Delanio let it shut behind him. "I think I should get straight to the point." He said, moving to stand in front of me. "I think you're an incredible performer. The way you act, and the way you can command all the attention onto you is amazing. I haven't come across such talent like this in years." He complimented, and I had to fight to keep my blush off my face. "That is a highly regarded compliment, don't you think?" I asked, moving one of my curls out of my face.
"Yes it is, but I think a person with talents as refined as you deserves it." This time I couldn't keep the blush from being visible, Mr. Delanio had been in the business for over a decade and had casted some of the biggest names in Hollywood. "Thank you for the compliment."
"I have to admit, I've had my eye on you since last October when you played Clara in the Nutcracker. You were stunning then, but you weren't old enough for anything I was casting. Now you've grown, your dancing has matured splendidly, and I think you'll do wonderfully in this new project I'm casting." He admitted, and it took everything in me not to shout out about how much I would love to do whatever project he wanted me to.
"Well, I would like to know more about this project, if you're willing to elaborate." I said, tilting from one foot to the other. It was hard to sit still when you were being offered what could be the opportunity of your life. "It's about a teenage girl who's lost connection with herself. She lives with two loving parents, has a boyfriend, and lives a comfortable life, but she feels so unsatisfied with everything she has. Nothing feels important to her anymore, and she's desperate to feel even a sliver of emotion."
It was as he described the story that I could feel pain, numb yet hurtful. It was like being poked all over my body with a pencil. I stumbled into the makeup chair, barely making it into the seat before Mr. Delanio could show concern. "Are you alright dear? You're looking a bit pale." He said, and it took everything in me not to throw up on his shoes. "Umm, yeah. I'm alright. I just haven't had a lot to eat today." I responded, the lie not obvious enough for him to call me out on it. He seemed skeptical though, and gave me a look as he pulled a business card out of his pocket.
"Alright, perhaps we should discuss this in more detail when you're feeling better. Here's my card, you can call me between 8-10 and I'll answer." I nodded, grabbing the card he was offering me with his right hand. He held out his other hand, and I shook it. Bowing my head a little, we both walked out of the room. We went in different directions, and I soon could see Beck and André sitting in the chairs backstage. I went as fast as I could, almost tripping over myself from the weird feeling as I tried to reach them.
They stood up from their seats, meeting me halfway. I was practically leaning on them, a weird mixture of numbness and pain poking at my skin. "It's happening again." I mumbled, allowing them to hold me. André was on my right, Beck at my left, and they began to guide me to the exit. "Let's do this in the car." André said, moving as quickly as possible with me in an indisposed state. It took us ten minutes to get to the car, each step was painful.
Less than a minute was spent getting into Beck's car, the three of us just managing to squeeze into the three seats. Normally we would have no problem fitting, but I was still wearing my costume. I was sitting in between them, my head resting on Andrés shoulder as Beck leaned forward to turn the radio on. "He gave me his card." I murmured, I didn't want to speak about the pain I'm feeling. "He told me to call him when I feel better so we could talk about the role he wanted me to audition for."
"That's great, babe." Beck praised, albeit a little distractedly as he rummaged around in his glove box. "That's amazing." André sounded more sincere, his hand coming to rest on top of mine as Beck finally sat down in his seat again. "Did you take your second dose today?" He asked, showcasing the prescription bottle. "No, Cat called me and then I forgot about it." It was a stupid mistake, the pill bottle was in my hand and I had just put it back in my locker without even taking it.
"Should I take it now?" Beck handed me the bottle, and it was André who spoke next. "Well, Lina, what does your doctor say?" He asked. I sighed, rummaging through my head for the words my doctor had told me just two weeks ago when he had given me the schedule for my medication. "He said that if my next dose is soon I should wait, but I should try to take it as soon as I remember." Both boys nodded, and I spun the medicine bottle around in my hand as I listened to Beck speak.
"When is your next dose due?" I looked at the clock on the dashboard, the numbers 9:32 in a big bold red. "Eight tomorrow morning." I started to tap my nails on the bottle, I just wanted something other than my pain to occupy my mind. "So what do you think you should do?" My next dose was due in 11 hours, and with the way I was stressing all day I may be in pain all night. I had already taken my Cymbalta, so it wasn't like I could just take it again.
"I think I should take it now." I decided, opening the bottle and pouring one of the oval shaped white pills into my hand. I braced myself, going to put the pill in my mouth before I realized something. "Do we have any water?" There is no way I was going to be able to swallow the pill without some water. "There should be some in my bag." André said, turning around to face the back seat.
He leaned over the seat, reaching into the trunk and pulled out a water bottle from the side pocket of his bag. I turned to look, the position he was in left his ass right at my eye level. I smacked it harshly before taking the water from his hand, quickly downing the 50 mg of Savella as he screamed in pain. "You've gotta stop doing that to me!" He exclaimed, and as soon as I finished drinking the water I started to giggle. "But it's fun." I smiled, André rubbing his butt as he sat down again. "Yeah, but when my ass caves in it's gonna be your fault." He complained.
I pressed my lips to his cheek, little tufts of laughter still falling from my mouth as Beck reaches over me and slams his hand down on André's thigh. He jumped up, his locs bouncing as he let out a groan of pain. "Never thought I would be brutalized by my own partners." He muttered, rubbing his thigh to decrease the pain. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my laughter, my body moving as much as it could in the stiff corset of my tutu. "I should probably go and change." I breathed out, willing myself to top laughing.
These were the type of moments I cherished.
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I was walking into the school with Jade, each of us having a cup of coffee in our hands. Mine was an iced caramel macchiato, and Jade's was pure black. It was like Yin and Yang as we walked together, I was wearing an all pink outfit consisting of a pink corset top and pink ripped jeans. It was completed with all of the pink jewelry I could fit into my ear and nose piercings. Jade was wearing all black, the only colorful thing about her was the green hair extensions she wore.
As we turned the corner into Sikowitz's room, we were greeted by the sight of Tori rubbing on Beck, staring into his eyes like a scene from a badly written romcom. "Dude!" Jade exclaims, gaining both of their attention. "Why are you rubbing our boyfriend?" Tori seemed intimidated, as most people are when first Jade West. "I just—I spilled coffee on—" She stammered, looking around in a slight panic as she was faced with confrontation on her first day of school. "Get away from him." Beck inwardly rolls his eyes before looking at her with a charming smile. "Relax." He said, kissing her cheek before turning to me and doing the same. "I got us all seats together."
"Good, I don't wanna have to sit near Sinjin again." Just as I had finished speaking, the back door of the classroom slams open and Sikowitz runs in, out of breath, screaming, "Oh my God, there's a huge fire!" Beck immediately grabbed both Jade and I, pulling us closer to the door that André was coming through. It was the door closest to a fire extinguisher and the fire alarm, so heading through there was our safest bet of putting out the fire. "Kidding, kidding! Just wanted to get your blood pumping, which I did—HA!" Sikowitz announced, and I couldn't help but groan in anger.
"You do know that screaming fire in a public place where there is no fire is actually illegal, right?" I asked him, grabbing Beck and Jade so we could head to our seats. "Oh, Kimberlina, don't I love hearing your negative view on my actions everytime you take this class. All right, let's get started! Put your rumps in chairs!" The rest of the class took théier seats, André sitting right beside me with Jade sitting on the other side of Beck. Tori was on the other side of André, and I could hear it loud and clear when she whispered "He's our teacher?"
"Okay, first, I'd like to introduce our new student, Tori." Sikowitz announces, gesturing to the girl. She waved a little sheepishly at us, and I could tell that she was embarrassed by the way she smiled. "And, I'd like to thank Tori for her generous gift of two dollars, which she handed me outside this morning. Not necessary, but much appreciated." "Why'd you give him two dollars?" André asked her, and it was the response she gave that made me laugh. "I thought he was homeless," she replied.
"He dresses it." I told her, not even bothering to hide my disdain for the teacher. " Now, today, we are going to continue our study in group improv. Tori, I assume you're familiar with improv?" He asked her, hunching his back and clasping his hands in a way that made him look like a villain plotting her downfall. "Nope." She quickly answered, and I couldn't help but wonder why the school put her in an acting class if she got into the school for singing. The reason why anyone was put into a class was based on the talent they auditioned with.
"Okay, crash course. Improv: acting without a script, which means the actors must make up their own dialogues and actions as they perform the scene. Understood? Excellent! Jade, you will captain the first group of the day. Choose your actors." Jade stood from her seat and made her way to the stage. "Cat, Eli, Beck, and Tori." Jade chooses, and I found her choice to let Tori do improv when she hadn't even heard of it before the brief definition Sikowitz had given her weird. "Okay, let's give 'em a place," Sikowitz asked the rest of us. "Home!" Robbie called as his hand shot into the air.
"Real creative." Rex sneered at him. "You be quiet," Robbie scolded him, only to be slapped in the face by the puppet that he carried. "And, now we need a situation." Sikowitz continued. "Big news," Andre suggested. "Andre, nobody wants to see big nudes." I laughed at the absurdity of the teacher, though I calmed down enough to correct him. "He said big news." I told him. "Oh! Well that's different! Big news." He gasped in realization, and turned to face the board. "Yes, very different." As he writes the place and topic on the board, Jade turns to Tori. "Why don't you go wait in the hall?" She tells the girl, a fake tone in her voice. "Uh, okay." Tori replied confused, looking back at the others onstage awkwardly before leaving the room.
"Okay. At home, big news...And action." Sikowitz announces, and I could see Jade inhale deeply before plastering a bright grin on her lips and turning to Beck. "Hey, babe, how was work today?" She greets, patting his shoulder. "Ah, I got fired." He answered his tone confused and a little ashamed. "Again?" Eli whined, his voice high pitched and annoying as he played the character of a child. Jade closer to them, squeezing both of their shoulders. "It's okay." She reassured the two. "I have great news that'll cheer up this whole family." It was spoken joyfully, in a way that was very unlike Jade.
"I went to the animal shelter and got us a dog." She left the stage and headed towards the hallway, taking Tori by the shoulders and leading her back to the makeshift family. Tori looked incredibly confused and nervous, and I did my best to hold back a laugh when she spoke. "Uh, yep. I'm the new family dog. Woof." Jade groaned and turned to the teacher. "Sikowitz, will you please tell this amateur that dogs can't talk, and that they don't walk on two legs?" She asked, and me and André turned to see him drinking coconut milk from the source. "Sikowitz!" I yelled when it became obvious that he was more interested in drinking his coconut and not in watching the scene he was making them do.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was sucking the milk out of this coconut. But it's true, Tori, if you're going to play a dog, be a dog." Tori sighed, then dropped to all fours and lifted her head. "Woof." She barked, sounding embarrassed at the fact that she was being forced to portray a dog. "And action." Sikowitz said, once again engaging the scene. "Uh, I went to the animal shelter and got us a dog." Jade repeated, trying to get the rest of them back on track.
Cat and Eli acted very happy, crawling over to Tori and beginning to stroke her hair. "Awesome." they say in unison. I watched as Jade leans down to partake in petting the new dog, though quickly frowns. "Uh-oh, looks like this dog has bugs in her fur." She announced it to both the actors and the audience. "Uhhh, woof?" Immediately the kids recoiled in disgust. "Gross!" Cat exclaimed, examining her hands for any bugs that may have gotten on her hand. "Aw, it's okay. I read on the internet that coffee works great for getting rid of fur bugs."
Jade walked off the stage, plucking André's coffee out of his hands. "Maybe you shouldn't." Beck tries to say, but Jade was determined and nobody stopped her when she dumped the entire cup of coffee onto Tori's head. We all watched as the coffee spilled all over Tori's hair, huge chunks of ice harshly hitting the top of her hair. I could see the moment her confidence visibly vanished, and she stood up in disbelief as the coffee dripped from her hair and onto the floor.
"What's the prob, dog?" Jade sneered at her, the only person smiling as Tori stormed out of the classroom, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. "Well, at least it wasn't my coffee." I said as André went out of the classroom after Tori, probably to convince her to come back into class. I knew she wouldn't though, Jade was ruthless, and she had already done enough to make anyone want to quit school.
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"Tori," Sikowitz greets after erasing the board from the previous lesson. She had opened the door quite noisily, causing the entire class to turn and look at her. "You're back. Have you ever thought about coming in through the window?" A pause was given as she registered the question in her head. "No?"
"Think about it. Now, sit, sit." Out of the corner of her eye, I could see Beck smile to himself, looking at the ground for a moment before turning his attention back to the teacher. She nudges him back playfully, quirking her eyebrows up. He likes Tori already, and based on how obviou he was being, Jade probably already knew that. It would bug Jade to no end if she knew that Beck had even a sliver of fondness for Tori, so I didn't even know why he would outwardly show it.
"Okay, today we are going to do some Alphabetical Improv. 'What is Alphabetical Improv?' you ask, so I answer. It's when we give a letter to the first actor that speaks in the scene. If we used the letter 'A' as an example, then the actor must make his first word start with the letter 'A', which might go something like..." He points to Beck for an example. "Apples are falling out of my but." He answered casually.
"Lovely. Now, the next actor who speaks must start his line with the next letter in the alphabet, in this case 'B', so he might say..." He presses his hands on Andre's shoulders for the next line. "Bring those apples, so we may all enjoy the fresh fruit from Beck's butt." Andre said, and I stifled a giggle, only Beck and André would come up with sentences like that. "Charming. Now, who wants to lead the first group?" To my surprise, it was Tori that raised her hand first. "I do."
"Alright, Tori. Choose your actors." Sikowitz tells her. "Okay. Andre, Cat, Beck, and Jade. Yeah, you." "Good luck with that." I tell him, receiving an eye roll in response. This would certainly be interesting. As she passes, Jade pushes Tori's head forward before possessively planting a long kiss on Beck's lips as they step onto the stage. "Jade." Sikowitz said in disgust, barely keeping his distaste out of his voice. "Kiss your boyfriend on your own time." He finishes. "Oh, I will." The girl said and I rolled my. Sometimes Jade acted like nobody could ever even think about Beck, and it annoyed me to know end.
"Okay, if you start your line with the wrong letter—" He imitated the sound of a buzzer "—you're out. Robbie, give us a letter." Sikowitz asked him "P." Rex says, Sikowitz turning to write it on the board. "Oh, I was gonna say 'P'!" Robbie yells at the puppet, the more he interacted with it the more I became concerned about him. "Okay, the scene can be about anything you want. The first letter of the first line is 'P'. Tori, action."
"Please go take a shower." Tori said to Jade.
"Quit telling me what to do."
"Relax, girls." Beck cuts in. "Let's all try to get along."
Cat exclaims, "Totally!"
Sikowitz makes a buzzing noise. "Cat, your line had to start with the letter S."
"Salami!" She yells, hoping to get it right in time to stay in the challenge
"Nope. Too late now." Sikowitz tells her.
"Oh, my life's the worst!" I pulled a Jolly Rancher out of my purse gesturing at her, "Here's a piece of candy." I said. "Yay! I love candy!" She said happily and jumped off the stage, running to me and taking the candy from my hand before taking a seat next to Robbie. "All right. Andre, letter 'S' to you." Sikowitz says to the boy.
"Uh, something just bit my toe!"
"Turtle! That turtle just bit his toe!"
"Unbelievable that you're even here." Jade said to Tori, and Beck was quick to scold his other girlfriend. "Very immature of you to say that."
"Come on, Andre! 'W'!"
"What if the turtle bite, broke my toe bone?"
"X-rays are the only way to find out," Tori suggests.
"You should shut up," Jade said.
"Zap! I just healed your toe with my magic finger." said Beck to his friend.
"Thanks." André said, inadvertently getting himself eliminated.
"Ehhh. Andre, your line had to start with a letter 'A'. Sit down!"
"Aw, and I just got my toe bone fixed." Andre mutters, both Beck and Tori patting his back before he sat down in his previous seat next to me. "Tori, the letter 'A' to you."
"Aliens are the only ones that can heal toes by finger zapping." Tori suggested.
"By the way—" Jade cuts herself off by blowing a raspberry at her.
"Correct, I am an alien." Beck reveals, getting a gasp from Tori. "Ooh, a twist!" Sikowitz exclaimed.
"Don't hurt me! Please?"
"Even though she's extremely annoying!"
"Fainting...'cause I can't breathe...your Earth's air."
I applaud slowly as my boyfriend dramatically falls to the carpeted ground, doing it slowly to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. "Gosh, it fainted!" Tori yelled out. "Excellent! Tori and Jade, keep going! The next letter's 'H'!" Sikowitz reminds them.
"Hey why don't you jump off that cliff over there?" Jade said.
"I think you should."
"Just where did you come from?"
"Kangaroos."
"Lousy animals, kangaroos. They're awkward and dirty."
"Maybe they've learned from you."
"Ooooh." the audience jeered.
"No one talks to me like that." Jade said, her tone dangerous.
"Obviously someone should."
"Please run in front of a bus!"
"Quite obnoxious of you to say."
"Really?"
"Sure was."
"Thanks!"
"Up your nose, I see boogers."
"Very clever."
"Wish you thought of that?"
"X marks the spot I'd like to punch!" Jade pointed her finger at Tori, making sure it hit her roughly on the nose.
"Your finger smells weird!"
"Zero is what you are on a scale from one to ten."
"And back to the letter A!" Sikowitz announced. "As if I care what you think!"
"Better watch yourself."
"Can't take it?"
"Don't push me!"
"Eat your pants!" Agitated, Jade yells, "You eat your pants!" before realizing what she just said. "Wait!"
"Ehhh! Sorry, Jade! The next letter was—"
"F! I KNOW!" She throws a furious glare at Tori before stomping off stage, plopping in Beck's previous seat beside me and slapping me when I giggled at her failure to keep her composure. "Keep this thing going!" said Sikowitz as Beck began to stir.
"Get up alien!" Tori said, helping him back to his feet.
"Head feels dizzy." He faintly replies. An idea must strike Tori in that moment, as I watched her eyes glance over at Jade before looking back at him. "I know what will make you feel better," she said smugly. Jade raises her eyebrows threateningly.
"Jumping jacks?" Beck asks, looking at Tori confusedly.
"Kiss me." She demanded, and I could feel myself becoming annoyed at her words. She knew Beck was taken, and it was incredibly petty of her to try and kiss him when she knew we were watching.
"Uhh, I can't do this." Beck told Sikowitz, purposefully eliminating himself from the challenge. He walked off the stage, sitting in Jade's seat as Sikowitz declared Tori the winner. I rolled my eyes, winning because your better opponent forfeited cause you tried to play dirty was just as good as coming in last place. Before Tori could even think to gloat, the bell rung; and I jumped out of my seat, moving out of the room as fast as I could. Now that I was back on my regular medication schedule, I had a casting agent to call.