Thirty minutes later…

"You get to work on set design? Awesome!" Lucas exclaimed. They were at Topangas. They always came here after school. The four friends sat in their usual seats, and talked about whatever was going on in their lives, as usual.

"The stage crew needed more artists to paint the background, so Mrs. Parker asked me if I wanted to help," Maya said. Her tone expressed joy.

"It's no surprise," Riley said. "You're an amazing artist, Maya"

"Thank you, though now I need to watch The wizard of oz again, I totally forgot what the setting looked like"

"Great! We can watch it together after dinner. Farkle, Lucas, do you wanna watch with us?"

"Of course we do!"

Maya loved painting. It was the only way she could express herself, and she was really good at it. Now, Maya's paintings would actually be useful for something! What she didn't want to tell her friends, was that the main reason she agreed to work on the set was because Mrs. Parker said that it would improve her grades, even though painting had nothing to do with music.

"The play will take place in three months, that's a lot of time to learn my lines," Lucas said.

"Three months?!" Farkle asked. "How in the world are we supposed to do it all in that little time? Especially when we only rehearse once a week?"

Riley smiled, "You rehearse once a week, it's different for everyone, since each role has a different amount of lines to remember."

Oh, Farkle thought.

Katy Hart heard them talking, and it interested her. She walked towards them, wearing her waitress outfit.

"When I was your age, I got to be in The Wizard of Oz. I was chosen to be the wicked witch of the east. Man, memories…" Katy seemed lost in thought.

Lucas was confused, "But miss, the witch of the east isn't really in the play, all we see of her is her shoes."

"I know, the props designer built a cardboard house, and during the play, I would lay down with the house on top of me." Katy noticed the kids staring at her, weirdly. "It's not as bad as it sounds, actually. In fact, I think I fell asleep during dress rehearsal. Who's the wicked witch of the east in your play?"

"A pair of heels," Maya replied. "It's much more convenient."

"Well…" Katy said, "The director didn't like me." She turned away, ashamed.

The four friends stared at her.

"Mom," Maya said, changing the subject, "Mrs. Parker said that I can work of the set"

"Awesome!" Katy smiled. "I have no doubt my girl will be a famous artist one day." Katy hugged her daughter tightly, and Maya smiled as well.

"Thanks."

"Mrs. Hart," Lucas said, "Do you think I'll do well as a cowardly lion?"

"You'll do amazing," Katy said, but she didn't release her hold on Maya. "Though, I always thought of you more of a Tin Woodman."

"Yeah, same!" Lucas said. Katy raised on of her hands for a high five. They high fived each other.

"If I only had a heart…" Katy started to sing, then asked, "Is it a musical this year?" She let go of Maya.

"Yep," Farkle replied, "John Quincy Adams is a pretty talented school." His friends all smiled at him.

A man wearing a coat walked towards Katy, with his hands in his pockets. He tapped her shoulders a few times. Katy turned around.

"How may I help you?" She asked.

The man cleared his throat, "I ordered a cake twenty minutes ago, how come I didn't get it yet?" His voice was angry.

Katy jumped, "Sorry sir, it's coming in a minute." Katy had been too distracted by the kids that she had forgotten that she was working. "Sorry, I got a job to do," She told the four friends, and rushed towards the back.

"Your mom is weird," Riley said to Maya.

"And yours isn't?"

"Good point."

Lucas stood up, holding his phone. "I gotta go, my mom just texted me saying that she wants me to come home. Something to do with the dishes…"

"Are you still watching the movie with us?" Riley asked.

"Of course I am, just call me over. Bye!" Lucas waved goodbye and walked out of the bakery.

As soon as Lucas was out of sight, Farkle said, "Have you ever bought something here? Because every time, all we do is talk." He was referring to Topangas.

"Yeah we did buy ice cream before," Riley replied, "But we never really ate them..."

Maya laughed and put her arm around her best friend's shoulder, "Well, maybe today will be the day." She reached into her pocket and pulled out five dollars. "Want some ice cream?"

"Sure!"

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