AN-This is a sequel to chapter 412, where Freddie found out Sam had an interview to try and get into an elite preforming arts college.
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"Remember, be sure to say hello and ask the interview how his day has been when he calls," Freddie said as Sam ran a brush through her hair. "And no rude comments about anything about him!"
"I know, I'm not an idiot," Sam said, rolling her eyes.
"Maybe I should take another look at your resume," Freddie said, pacing back and forth in Sam's room nervously. "And you can send him another copy before he calls and tells you whether you got into that school or not."
"No, it's fine," Sam said.
"Remember to bring up that time you helped with the Ginger Fox performance when he calls!" Freddie added. "That shows that you've made connections in the Biz."
"The 'Biz'?" Sam frowned.
"It's short for show business," Freddie said quickly. "Now, maybe you should have a song prepared or something."
"Why? They've already decided if I got in or not," Sam pointed out. "They're just calling to tell me."
"But that would make you stand out!"
"It would make me look stupid," Sam said. "Seriously, baby, chill. You're more freaked out than I am right now."
"I just want you do get in," Freddie said. "I mean I know you will, but I'm anxious I guess."
"Well don't be, you're just making me more nervous," Sam told him. She looked at her phone. "Okay, he-he's supposed to call any minute now."
"I'm sure it's gonna be with good news," Freddie said supportively.
Sam shook her head. "I-I stammered on a few lines during my monologue at my interview. And I think I was off key at some points during my song…"
"I'm sure a lot of the people they interviewed made little mistakes like that," Freddie reasoned. "It shouldn't stop you from getting in."
"Ugh! You don't get it, they'll reject me for any little thing they saw wrong with me!" Sam moaned. "If they didn't think I was perfect and fabulous, they won't let me in! I mean, it was a long shot just getting that interview in the first place."
"You earned that interview because you're fantastic at performing," Freddie said firmly. "And you deserve a spot in this school."
"That doesn't mean I'll get it," Sam sighed.
"Then that's their loss," Freddie said simply. "You'll find somebody else who actually appreciates your talent. Trust me, Sam, you're going to do great things. Whether it's with this school or some other school or on your own."
Sam gave him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm sure the fact that we're dating has nothing to do with you saying that."
"Well it has something to do with me doing this," Freddie smirked, leaning down to give her a quick kiss. "But I'm serious. You don't give yourself credit for how amazing you really are."
"Well I guess we'll found out how amazing I am once I get that call," Sam mumbled. "I wish they would just hurry up and-"
Suddenly her phone began to ring.
"Oh my God, it's him!" Sam gasped. "Shh! Be quiet!
"I wasn't talking," Freddie pointed out.
"Hello?" Sam answered, her voice sounding so sweet and un-Sam like that Freddie almost thought someone else was talking. "Hi, yes, this is Samantha Puckett. How are you today?"
Wow, she can really sell it when she needs to, Freddie observed.
"I'm good, thank you," Sam said, looking physically pained by having to sound so charming. "Yes…yes…oh. Okay," her face suddenly dropped. "Yes, I understand. Okay, well thanks for calling. Bye."
"Sam?" Freddie asked gently as Sam tossed her phone down. "You okay?"
"Um, yeah," Sam mumbled. "Yeah, I'm…whatever."
"I told you," Freddie sighed. "You'll go to another school. If these people couldn't see how talented and gifted in performance you really are, then they don't deserve to-"
"Dude," Sam said, a grin creeping onto her face. "I got in."
"They don't deserve to-what?" Freddie frowned. "You got in? You got in! I-Sam! Come here!"
He wrapped his arms around her, sweeping her off her feet as he spun her around before kissing her passionately.
"I got in!" Sam repeated when they pulled apart. "They told me they thought I could really make it!"
"Well duh!" Freddie exclaimed. "I'm so proud of you, baby. This is huge! This is lobster huge. Come on, I'm taking you out. We're gonna celebrate tonight."
"Wait, let me get dressed," Sam laughed. "I'm just wearing sweatpants."
"Who cares? You look beautiful and you just got yourself into one of the best performing arts colleges in the country," Freddie said. "So you're entitled to wear whatever you want while chowing down on fifty dollar lobsters."
"Whoa, you're really breaking out that boy wallet, aren't you?" Sam said.
"It's worth it," Freddie said, kissing her again. "Totally worth it."
