Okay, everyone should be very proud of how quickly I'm updating. Oh, this chapter will have some ballet terms, just a forewarning. THANK YOU JONATHAN LARSON!!!!!!!!

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Mark was out filming, and Roger was helping Mimi look for an after school job. Emily was at the loft, alone, practicing.

"One two three, four five six," Emily counted herself in. "Plié, relevé, arabesque, plié, shuneá, escapé, escapé, escapé, escapé, changma, changma, royeal, tendu, back, plié, fueté, fueté,"

"Afternoon," said an extremely perky Maureen, causing Emily to lose her concentration, and fall. "Oh my God! Are you okay?"

"Fine," Emily grumbled, standing up and turning off her music. "How are you Maureen?"

"I'm good, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, it's not like I've never fallen from full Pointe before. What mischief are you causing today?"

"Not much; where are the others?"

"Mimi is looking for a part-time job, Roger's helping her, and Mark's out filming."

"So you're here alone?"

"Yeah,"

"What have you been doing?"

"Practicing," Emily replied, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel. "Look, I'll be right back out, I'm gonna go change, and trust me, you don't want to see my feet." Emily went into her room and ten minutes later emerged in a pair of jeans and one of Mimi's tops.

"Don't you have any clothes?" Maureen asked.

"All I could grab were a couple leotards, two pairs of tights, a pair of pajamas, my notebook and my Pointe shoes."

"Girl, you're coming with me."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, first we're stopping by Pookie's work, and then we're going shopping."

"Wait, let me leave Roger a note saying where I went and I'm with you so he won't worry." Emily barely had time to sign her name before Maureen pulled her out the door.

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"So, this is Joanne's Office?" Emily asked somewhat bewildered at how tall the building was.

"Yep; come on," Maureen said leading Emily inside. They took the elevator up, and got off at floor 18.

"Hey Claire," Maureen said to the secretary.

"Hi Maureen; who's this?"

"I'm Emily,"

"She's Roger's sister," Maureen supplied. "Is Joanne with a client?"

"Nope, you can go on in."

"Thanks!" Maureen led Emily to a door labeled: Joanne Jefferson Attorney at Law. Maureen knocked, and they entered the office.

"Hi Honey Bear, Hi Emily, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"

"Emily needs clothes of her own; she's been borrowing from Mimi."

"So you're gonna take her shopping?" Maureen nodded. "I'll come with." The three women walked out of the office and towards the subway station.

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An hour later, Joanne put a stop to Maureen's whirlwind of spending; saving Emily from having to try on more clothes.

"Honey Bear, we do have Christmas coming up too," Joanne said rubbing her brow.

"Oh my God; Pookie, you're right!" Emily masked her relief at not having to try anything else on. So, bags in hand, the trio headed for the loft.

"Holy shit!" Roger said when they returned.

"Don't look at me, this was Maureen," Emily stated, flopping onto the couch, four bags at her feet.

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"December 25th, 8pm, Eastern Standard Time," Mark said as he began to film. "We have once more managed to successfully get a couple tables together at the Life. Zoom in on our newest Bohemian, already taking part in the festivities." Emily and Mimi were dancing on the table top, although no one could pinpoint what style they were attempting to do. Around 9:30 the manager kicked them out, and the group returned to the loft, drunk.

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Okay, not exactly how I imagined this to end up, but I'll let you all be the judges of that. Please let me know what you think! Criticism is, as always, welcome! Love y'all! Diva