Chapter 9:
Trish's weekend began today: Thursday. It always began then, Friday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Saturday. Sunday was exception to that; everything boring was happening then. Actually, "weekend" was code word for "I'm fired and I won't find a job for the next three days, because now I'm allowed to have free time." So Trish decided to pay a visit to Sonic Boom—and play matchmaker. This time, she wouldn't listen to Ally—she didn't care if their crushes on each other affected their partnership and friendship. It was obvious these two were practically made for each other. So she decided to take it into her own hands—Trish style.
Trish sauntered into Sonic Boom, like she owned the place. Well, she practically did; owner's daughter's best friend, right? "Everybody not related to me, or Miss Ally Dawson, clear out!" she shouted. Shoppers were startled, by Trish's outburst, but began shuffling toward the door. Once, everyone was gone, Trish swiped Ally's store key, and locked the doors to Sonic Boom. "Okay, now that matter is taken care of, let's go give you a makeover!" she grabbed Ally's wrist, and yanked her up the stairs to the practice room.
Twenty minutes later, Ally Dawson was wearing: a pink leather jacket, black tight skinny jeans, and a black T-shirt. Trish nodded; Ally shook her head. ''No, Trish, this isn't me.'' She then went back and changed into her version of a good outfit: a green lime dress, gold ballet flats, and a white jean jacket, with a gold clutch purse, and a green flower necklace. "I find this to be wayyy better." Ally nodded. Trish, after a bunch of looking at the ensemble, finally agreed.
"Fine, you'll wear this on your date with Austin." Trish said encouragingly.
"Wait, what did you say? You told me this was for a interview with a music magazine!"
"Well, I kinda sorta told a little white lie." Trish's voice got higher.
"More like a kinda sorta big white lie!" Ally snapped.