Note: If I make Kowalski too taunting, please read my profile to understand. (Also for background on Fey.) If you still think I should change him, then I will try... sorry for the inconvience. Any comments?
Mort: Why?
Me: What, why?
Mort: What, what, why?
Me: What the heck?
Mort: What? What, why, what the heck?
Me: Just forget it. Go hug Julien's feet.
Mort: Ok!
Fey sat on top of Marlene's cave. She watched Marlene and Skipper talking together, obviously not about Skipper's duties as team leader, because Skipper had just thrown his head back and laughed. Julien was arm-in-arm with Antonio. They walked like twins, the same conceited behind swinging to an unheard beat. Stacy and Becky followed them giggling.
"I bet Julien and Antonio have noticed them long before, anyway." Fey commented sarcastically.
"Yeah, I think so, too," Private said, climbing and sitting next to Fey.
Fey leaned against the little penguin.
"Practice went pretty bad, today, right?" Private said.
"Pretty bad doesn't begin to describe it, but it's ok," Fey answered.
Private looked down at his flippers. "Fey?" he said.
"Yeah?"
"How can I, you know, play the piano with my flippers?"
Fey smiled. "Have that worked out, too. You wanna try?"
Private nodded.
Fey seated herself next to Private on the dusty piano bench. She hit a note.
"You know," she told the penguin, "I compose music, I make, create, feel, taste and live music. So does Julien. But, there are the people that swallow, copy and paste the music. It depends what kind of person you are. I can never play like the second category. They play perfect music, while mine is unfinished and weak. They evoke emotions from other people, I can just open my own emotions through music."
Private hit a note and let the echo fade. Fey hit another and another. Private hit his note again, Fey played her two.
The little penguin beamed. "That's cool!"
"Yeah. It's the same with dancing."
"Lol."
"No, really," Fey said. "I mean, Julien, he's a rare example. He's feeling the music, but he's not understanding when to stop and when it's ok to keep on going. That's his problem."
"It's the same with science, too."
Fey smiled at that, then realized that Private hadn't said that.
"Go away, Kowalski," she said, annoyed.
Private took her paw and smiled at her.
He wanted to tell her to forgive and forget, but she pushed his flipper away and jumped off the little bench.
"You, mister, are going to suffer now."
Kowalski smiled, "Try."
His smile faded 30 minutes later. He was standing with Stacy and Marlene, dressed in a pink mini skirt, a little jeans jacket, and a pink girly tie.
"Why do I have to wear this? Marlene, you don't wear stuff like this."
"True, but it's a musical, Walski. Where you dress up, you know?"
She smiled down at her clothes. She was wearing a tight black short dress with a green little jacket. Stacy was also wearing a short red dress. Facing them were Skipper, Rico, and Mort, all wearing a basketball shirt with their numbers on it.
"Ironic." Fey commented. "I feel naked, and I'm the human one here. Ok, let's start."
They practiced several school scenes together for several hours and then Fey called it quits for the day. She went to bed tired, but happy, and ready for the next day. Next day... first scene through!
Fey turned over in her bed in Marlene's cave.
"Marlene?" she whispered in the dark.
"Mmmmhmm." was the reply.
"I can gurantee you, tomorrow's going to be an interesting day."
"It is tomorrow..."
"What?"
"I mean, it's past midnight. Go to sleep, Fey."
"Ok... :/ Well, good night, anyway."
"Good night."