I'm at a party and I'm not happy about it. The Cheetah Girls have not rehearsed a single time since we got to Barcelona, and here we are at a party. Under any other circumstances, I'd probably be having the time of my life workin' it on the spectacular dance floor overlooking the ocean. But instead, all I can think about is the fact that no one but me seems interested in preparing for the New Voices Competition. The others are just treating this whole thing like a free vacation and seem to have forgotten that the competition is the reason we are even here in the first place! Now Dorinda is off somewhere with Joaquin and Aqua went off in search of food and cute boys. Well, at least I can spend some fun time with Chuchi. We haven't really hung out much since we've been here.

"Hey Galleria, hey Chanel!" Marisol just came up. She is hugging Chanel and saying something about introducing her to people. There goes that idea…

Chanel knows I'm not thrilled about being at the party, and she tries weakly to cheer me up. When it doesn't work, she switches tactics. "Smile, please? You're scaring the Spanish boys away!" I don't care about the Spanish boys, Chuchi. I care about you! And now you're abandoning me at a party I didn't even want to come to in the first place. I don't even get a chance to answer her before she's answering her cell phone and walking away with Marisol. I shrug inwardly and decide to at least try to make the best of the situation. I grab a drink from one of the cute Spanish boys, then walk over to the edge of the balcony to look out at the ocean. It really is beautiful here.

I finally got the girls together for a rehearsal session. We're all gathered around the grand piano, warming up by practicing some of our older material. Although everyone is singing well enough, we sound stale and tired. Frustrated, I take my attention off the sheet music and lift my head to look at the girls and ask what the problem is. Aqua whines about being tired from the party last night and begs for a nap. I glare at her and remind her that we just got started. Then Chanel chimes in, telling us that Lola thought it would be a good idea for us to sing in Spanish for the competition. I look at her in disbelief. She should know better than that, she's the only one of the Cheetahs who even speaks Spanish! I emphasize this fact and suggest that it's better for us to be ourselves and sing what we know. I try to tell the girls about the new song idea that I have, but no one is paying any attention now. First the maid comes in to tell Dorinda that she has a phone call, and then Tia Juanita comes in to get Chanel for some lunch thing with Luc's family. Since Aqua is still standing there with me, I ask her exasperatedly what Chanel could possibly thinking wanting us to sing in Spanish. She doesn't have an answer for me (not that I really expected one anyways). My mom comes in then and invites Aqua to go with her to Aramet's design studio. Aqua looks torn for about two seconds before she decides to go. By this time, Doe is finally off the phone. She looks around before asking where the others went. Then she tells me that Joaquin asked her to teach a class at his dance studio. Since we can't exactly hold a rehearsal with half the group missing, I give a big sigh before telling her to go ahead and go.

Now it's just me and the piano. Even if the others aren't going to take this seriously, I plan on staying right here and working on the new song that's been running through my head. I sit in front of the piano for hours and hours, losing track of time. My spirits lift as I work out the composition and lyrics of the new song. It seems to be coming together beautifully, and I'm able to just pour all of my energy and built up annoyance into the music. I'm writing about the girls, and how close we are and how the music keeps us together. As I write, I wonder if the music really is going to be enough to keep us together. It seems like everyone is so involved in other things and that they've forgotten about the music. Chanel has her family stuff to worry about, Aqua has fashion design, and Dorinda has dancing. I don't mind that the girls have other things in their life, I just worry that music isn't important to them any more. If that's true, is that going to mean that I won't be important to them anymore either? What if my Amigas Cheetahs really aren't going to be friends for life? While I'm writing, the hope is still there. As long as I'm lost in the music, I can still believe that things will be all right and that the Cheetahs will always be friends.