90210
Episode 607
"Die Hard Divas"
Cast: Annie Wilson, Dixon Wilson, Naomi Clark, Erin Silver, Navid Shirazi, Adrianna Tate-Duncan, Liam Court
Disclaimer: I don't own 90210.
Author's Note: Keep the reviews coming! Friendships are being tested in these next chapters.
Full Summary: Season 6 finds Annie and Dixon Wilson, along with the rest of the Beverly Hills' gang, lost, loved, and strengthened through each other. It's a new and different time for them, as the stakes are much higher and there is a lot more to lose. Old flames are ignited and broken families are reunited. Coming from a world of glamour and privilege, with endless possibilities in front of them, anything can happen. All in all, it's just another day in the world's most famous zip code.
"Die Hard Divas" Drama/Romance. Shenae Grimes, Tristan Wilds, AnnaLynne McCord. Series Naomi's reputation is tainted in Beverly Hills, while a story about Teddy gets published on The Condor. Annie is thrilled when an acclaimed director arrives at the university to direct the campus production, but things head south when she finds herself competing against Adrianna for the lead.
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Naomi's Mansion:
She threw her light, golden hair behind her shoulder as she aggressively shoved tacos down her throat and intensely chugged black coffee down her mouth. Naomi pouted as she rested her tired head in her arms.
She was startled by a sudden loud thud on the kitchen counter. Annie quickly made her way around the counter and dropped her purse and a large roll of the morning newspaper on the cold marble table.
"Umm...you know the paparazzi is outside your house right now, right?" asked Annie. "I literally had to fight my way through the front door..."
"They've been here since I got back from New York," answered Naomi tiredly. "You get used to them..."
"Why don't you just call the cops?" asked Annie. Naomi waved her hand away. "Okay then..."
"Is that the Chanel bag I got you for your failed Paris Book Tour?" muttered Naomi nonchalantly. Annie nodded her head.
"Yes," hissed Annie. "Thank you for reminding me about my failed Paris Book Tour, Naomi. That's exactly what I wanted to hear this morning." Naomi rolled her eyes and sunk her head lower in her arms. "...But don't you fret, I've put it to good use."
"What?" muttered Naomi. "Are you giving it back?"
"No," spat Annie, holding on tightly to the purse. "...I don't know if you've heard on campus, but Rob Marshall is directing the new campus production at CU and asked me to read for him tomorrow. I've been practicing nonstop ever since I got the script. It's really -"
"Hold on! You've been stuffing my present for you with paper?" asked Naomi, offended. Annie rolled her eyes, as she pulled out a sample script from her bag. "Annie, that is a classy, designer purse! Trees don't belong in classy, designer purses! They belong outside on my garden!"
"Well the sample script is pretty classy if that helps," added Annie.
"Wait," murmured Naomi, picking up her head. "Did you say Rob Marshall? As in Rob Marshall?" Annie nodded her head. "The guy who directed that lame musical you and Ade forced me and Sil to watch with all the strippers killing everyone for fame?"
"First of all, it is not lame," defended Annie strongly. "And they are not strippers!"
"Oh, my bad," responded Naomi. "I meant hookers." Annie scoffed. "...It's practically meant to be, Annie! He directed a film about prostitutes...and you were basically one! It's a match made in heaven. He'll adore you. Don't you worry about a thing."
"Naomi," spat Annie.
"What?" said Naomi, taking another bite of her taco. "I'm just saying you probably have more experience under your designer belt than the rest of the other skanks who are trying out for the part." Annie crossed her arms across her chest. "...if you need help from me, all you needed to do was ask...now who do you need me to get rid of so you can get this part -"
"Naomi!" interrupted Annie. "No! That's not fair -"
"I'm just offering a simple suggestion," answered Naomi, playing with her food. "Why don't you just ask Ade to help you out. She was practically a child actress gone wrong."
"Wait, what are you eating...are you, are you eating tacos, Naomi?" asked Annie worriedly. Naomi finished her food with one massive bite. Annie was taken back. "And drinking black coffee? Are you depressed or are you just PMSing?"
"Don't be a such a Worry Wilson, they're Mark's gourmet tacos from Offshore," added Naomi. "If I was PMSing I would've gotten food from your house."
"...what happened, Naomi? I haven't seen you like this in a long time," asked Annie, worried. Naomi focused Annie's attention on the newspaper lying on the kitchen counter. Annie slowly read the headline on the thick newspaper.
"Drug Party Animal Naomi Clark Ruins Business For Rachel Gray In Manhattan," read Annie carefully. Naomi rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "What is she talking about? I thought you were doing well? I don't understand -"
"There's not much to understand my dear sister. She fired me because I slept with Ethan," informed Naomi. "...Holly's boyfriend." Annie's jaw dropped. "I know, I'm a whore."
"No, no Naomi," said Annie, comforting Naomi. "...Is that even legal for her to do? Can she fire you like that?"
"She owns the company, Annie," added Naomi.
"So pretty much: she hired you, you accepted the job, you made the company ten times better than it could have ever been, and then she fires you...well because you slept with Ethan...and gives you no credit for the success of her company?" stated Annie.
"Yup," answered Naomi. "According to Rachel, I'm just a trust fund brat." Naomi sighed. "Maybe she's right."
"You are not," said Annie strongly.
"Oh, you're right," sang Naomi. "I forgot. Jordan's mother also called me a drug party animal. Maybe she's right, too." Annie's heart wanted to reach out to Naomi. "I am a screw-up. Maybe that's why Max chose his job over me..." Annie took a deep breath. "...Oh, and let me not forget what Holly called me...malicious, conniving, an occasional bitch..."
"Naomi," spat Annie, reaching for her. "You are not going to let these people get in the way of your happiness and success." Naomi sighed. "You are a strong, independent woman."
"I am?" muttered Naomi.
"Yes, you are," answered Annie. "You are not a pushover, Naomi. You are going to prove these people wrong." Naomi slowly sat up. "You are going to relaunch your own Event Planning Company and...and -"
"...show that old hag, Rachel, what I'm really capable of," finished Naomi optimistically. "It's time for me to take matters into my own hands. That bitch won't know what'll hit her."
"There's the Naomi I know and love," added Annie, smiling. Naomi quickly swept the newspaper off the kitchen counter and rapidly shot it down the garbage shoot. Naomi pompously hoisted her chin in the air and pursed her lips.
"...Just call me karma, babe," hissed Naomi, grinning slyly. Annie giggled quietly. "Cause karma is a bitch."
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The Offshore:
Old Salty carefully wiped away the dirt and grime off the counter of the bar as he dropped three glasses of freshly brewed beer on the table.
"What are you rich Beverly Hills kids up to nowadays?" asked Old Salty, leaning heavily against the bar. "You all look dead. Rough night?"
Dixon, Navid, and Liam picked up their glasses in unison and chugged down their beer.
"I lost my record label," muttered Dixon.
"I don't have a story for The Condor," Navid complained.
"My surfboard shop sucks," spat Liam.
"Damn," murmured Old Salty. "Well that can't be good. How old are you guys again?"
Old Salty was taken back and poured them another round of drinks. Adrianna whisked around the counter and dropped her tray on the table as she placed her hands on her hips.
"Take a break Adrianna," said Old Salty. "I think I'm gonna take one too. I'm getting a migraine by just looking at these boys." Old Salty threw the towel behind his shoulder and walked away to the kitchen.
"What are you guys sulking about?" asked Adrianna to the boys. "This is the sixth time you guys have been here..."
"My non-existent life as Editor and Chief of The Condor," spat Navid.
"My stupid surfboard shop," added Liam.
"My non-existent, stupid record label," finished Dixon. Adrianna took a deep breath.
"I just need a hug," sang Navid sadly, reaching for Adrianna. Adrianna pouted her lips and tightly embraced her boyfriend. "...thanks...I feel a little better now."
"Aww," Adrianna pouted. "My poor baby."
"Ade," called Dixon. "...Not to be on your back, but if you have written anymore songs...great songs, by the way, that you can record in a studio soon -"
"I'm sorry, Dixon. I've been busy. I'm working on it," answered Adrianna sweetly. Only Liam knew how overwhelming things were for Adrianna at the moment. He could see pass right her facade. "...I will make sure to get them to you by this weekend." Dixon graciously bowed down to Adrianna.
"Thank you!" praised Dixon, holding his hands close together. "I will not let you down, Ade! I promise!" Dixon glanced at his watch. "I'll catch up with you guys later, I have to hit my afternoon music classes. Wanna give me a ride, Navid?" Dixon grabbed his materials and rushed out the bar.
"Yeah, why not," added Navid. "I have to go explain to my teacher supervisor why I don't have a story for the paper." Adrianna kissed Navid softly on the lips and bid him farewell as he strolled out the room. "Dinner later? I was thinking Chinese?" She took a deep breath and turned around to face Liam.
"How are you holding up?" asked Liam to Adrianna. She took a seat next to him and breathed in deeply.
"I've had better days," answered Adrianna honestly. "To be honest, the nightmares are still there. The memories are still there. And the scars are still there." Liam glanced at her. "I've just been overwhelmed with a lot of things lately, you know. My mom's barely making payment and Dixon has been waiting forever for my songs and Navid and I can't even buy a house right now -"
"Ade," interrupted Liam. "Listen to me. You have to go to the cops, they'll get whoever did this to you." Adrianna shook her head. "What you also need is a therapist, I know what you're feeling. I know what you're going through -"
"Liam, even if I did," began Adrianna. "That's not going to bring back my life. Remember when I went with you to see Ashley at the station? Liam, you couldn't even handle seeing her...I don't know what I'll do if that ever happens to me." Adrianna took a deep breath. "I just need time to feel safe again...I - I should get back to work...keep my mind off things." Liam sighed as she stood up. "...You know, sometimes things almost feel normal again...but then again there are just things that can never change."
Wilson Residence:
Debbie stood over the sink as she ran the dishes. Annie, Silver, and Liam sat around the kitchen as Harry walked in.
"Mr. W," called Silver, turning herself around. By this point, Silver had lost all her hair. She wore a beautiful patterned head scarf around her head and hadn't shown herself to anyone without it. Silver had spent more time at the Wilson's than her apartment. "What's crackin'?"
"Hey dad," added Annie, resting against Liam. "What are you up to?" Harry walked towards the backdoor and grabbed his car keys.
"I'm gonna check up on your studio today," answered Harry, staring at Debbie.
"Oh, you don't have to, Harry," said Debbie.
"It's fine," added Harry happily. "I just wanna make sure the renovations are going well." Annie, Silver, and Liam all exchanged happy glances. Harry smiled sweetly at Debbie and walked out the door.
"You know," stated Silver. "...I think he likes you, Mrs. W." Debbie chuckled.
"What...what?" stammered Debbie. "What are you talking about?"
"Mom," added Annie. "Dad's practically throwing himself all over you."
"He's like," began Liam. "...almost like a puppy..." Annie giggled.
"You kids don't know what you're talking about," responded Debbie. "He's just being nice."
"Come on, mom," said Annie. "You guys are flirting left and right. I won't be surprised if I end up having a little sister or brother soon." Debbie smacked Annie's behind with a dish towel. "I'm joking, mom."
"Why don't you take over the dishes, Annie," hissed Debbie. Annie scoffed, dragged Liam to the sink, and turned on the water. "...Your father and I have been divorced for almost three years now."
"Don't think of it as a divorce, mom," said Annie over the running waters. "Think of it as a long breakup." Debbie leaned against the counter as she shared chips with Silver. "You both obviously needed some time. You went all the way to Paris and dad got his space."
"She's right," added Liam. "And now you guys are back together under one roof and -"
"Keep washing the dishes, Liam," spat Debbie. Liam chuckled.
"You could have moved back to Paris, mom," added Annie. "But you decided to stay in Beverly Hills. In the same house. With dad."
"Keep washing the dishes, Annie," spat Debbie. Annie chuckled lightly as she helped her fiance.
"I don't think a best-selling author and soon-to-be lead of Rob Marshall's newest production should be doing the dishes," stated Annie pompously. "I am made to be more than a just a kitchen maid."
"I can care less who you are. If you eat my food and stay at my house, you're still doing the dishes," spat Debbie, laughing.
"All I'm saying," began Annie. "Is that I'm gonna rock that stage."
"Did you get the part?" asked Silver.
"No, not yet," responded Annie. "I don't read till tomorrow."
"Well you're gonna do great anyways," added Liam, kissing Annie.
"I just hope you didn't set your heart on the lead role, Annie," added Debbie.
"Thanks for the moral support, mom," whispered Annie. Debbie moved towards her.
"All I'm saying," began Debbie. "Is that I don't want you to get your feelings hurt if you don't get the part."
"After all I've been through over the past couple of months," said Annie. "I think I can handle the theater arts, mom."
"Don't worry, Mrs. W," added Silver. "I'll be backstage helping out - doing stage manager things. We're televising this on national TV."
"I just hope I don't mess up," muttered Annie.
California University:
Navid gallantly walked up the stairs into the Journalism department as he searched for his teacher supervisor. Navid walked into a large group of college students with eager eyes set upon him.
"Navid?" called someone.
"Yeah, that's me?" answered Navid.
"Mr. Jeffrey wants to see you," replied the same person. "It's pretty big."
"He's gonna kill me isn't he?" asked Navid worriedly.
"He might," answered the same person. "Don't hold your breath."
"Well here goes nothing," muttered Navid, walking towards Mr. Jeffrey's office. "...cause that's all I have with me...nothing." Navid breathed deeply as he opened the door.
"Mr. Shirazi!" called Mr. Jeffrey sternly. "Please, come in. Take a seat. I've been expecting you the whole day."
"Really?" asked Navid, confused. "...look, I know why I'm in here. And before you -"
"I published it," interjected Mr. Jeffrey. Navid was surprised and quickly taken back.
"What?" muttered Navid in confusion. "You did...you did what? What did...what did you publish, actually?"
"Your story," answered Mr. Jeffrey.
"What," began Navid. "What...what story?"
"Don't act like an idiot, Navid," Mr. Jeffrey.
"I - I'm not acting," muttered Navid.
"Your story!" added Mr. Jeffrey. "Your story about that umm...Teddy guy...uh, Teddy Montgomery. Spence Montgomery's gay son."
"What are you talking about?" asked Navid, nervous.
"Your piece on him and the assholes on the tennis team," explained Mr. Jeffrey. "It's a classic."
"Oh my God! I sent that!?" shrieked Navid, standing up.
"What are you freaking out about, Shirazi?" asked Mr. Jeffrey, taken back. "It was a great piece."
"That was not supposed to be sent!" explained Navid, turning hot red. "That was a rough draft that I would never ever want to be published!" Navid smacked his head against his hand. "I just wrote that so I could get my creative juices flowing..."
"Well it's too late now," said Mr. Jeffrey. "It's already published."
"Oh, God," muttered Navid. "Teddy's gonna kill me."
"I would have if you didn't get this story to me," said Mr. Jeffrey. "Just relax, Navid. Look on the bright side, you're Editor and Chief."
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Student Center:
"It must be a mistake," muttered Dixon, reading the article. Teddy, furious, stole the newspaper from Dixon's hands and continued to walk down the hall. "I know Navid wouldn't do something like this."
"It can't be!" spat Teddy. "It has Navid written all over it."
"Well before you rip his head off," began Dixon carefully. "Which we all know you can do...hear him out..."
Dixon and Teddy found Navid sitting in the student center all alone. Teddy stormed towards him and dropped the school newspaper on his lap.
"What the hell is this?" asked Teddy furiously. Navid shot up from his seat.
"Okay," murmured Dixon, looking around him. "Hold on guys. Let's not make a scene."
"Teddy," muttered Navid nervously.
"I asked you to not put this on the paper," hissed Teddy. "What is this?"
"I can explain," defended Navid.
"I'm listening," said Teddy.
"Okay," began Dixon. "We're getting a good dialogue in here..."
"I wrote that," added Navid. "...just so I could maybe think of something else to write..."
"You better have a better explanation than that, bro," whispered Dixon desperately.
"Okay, okay," sang Navid. "I accidentally must have sent it to my teacher supervisor somehow. I don't know, Teddy. I don't know how it happened." Teddy gulped and watched everyone stare at him. "This was never meant to be sent, I promise! I never sent this! Somebody else must've sent it instead."
"You didn't care about me," hissed Teddy. "All you wanted was to be Editor and Chief of some trash newspaper."
"That's not true, Teddy," said Navid. "You have to believe me. That was never meant to be sent, or published!"
"Well you got your wish," said Teddy.
"You have to believe me," pleaded Navid.
"You made my tennis team hate me more than they already do," spat Teddy. "And now I look like the school's dog show."
"Teddy," nervously muttered Navid.
"Yo, Montgomery!" called a tennis player. Dixon, Navid, and Teddy turned around. "Thanks to you, we're off the team. Thanks to you, we don't have a season anymore." Teddy sighed. "You better watch your back from now on, fag."
"Don't let them get in your head, Teddy," calmed Dixon. "Just cool it. Let's go grab a beer at the Offshore. Just clear your -" Teddy gripped his fist and swung across Navid's face. A large crowd swarmed them like a group of bees. Navid pounced back and shot Teddy's jaw with a punch.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the student body chanted.
"Get off of each other!" screamed Dixon, pulling Teddy away. "Stop it!" Navid crawled away on the floor as Dixon took a hold of Teddy.
"Look, Teddy, I'm sorry!" apologized Navid. "I can't do anything about it anymore! I'm sorry!"
"I'm sorry, too," spat Teddy. "You betrayed me, man." Navid took a deep breath. "I thought we were friends." Teddy took himself off of Dixon and walked away.
Adrianna's House:
Adrianna carefully shut the door behind her as she entered her sun lit home. She found her mother, Constance, huddled over files of overdue bills and payment in the living room. Adrianna sighed softly as she slowly made her way in the small room.
"Where were you?" asked Constance, keeping her eyes on the payment bills.
"I uh, I just got back from work," answered Adrianna. She somehow felt guilty that she wasn't bringing home enough money for the house mortgage. "I'm about to head to CU for my classes-"
"That's great," muttered Constance.
"Mom, what's going on?" asked Adrianna, confused.
"We might lose our house," answered Constance bluntly. "That's what's going on."
"What?" asked Adrianna, sitting down next to her mother. "I thought we just paid -"
"Well it wasn't enough," interrupted Constance. "The income for this house comes from two waitresses...did you really expect us to keep this house?" Adrianna was taken back.
For a moment, Adrianna felt like a failure. What kind of mother was she to Maisy? To give up her baby to become a waitress at the Offshore was not her ideal goal in life. For one split second, Adrianna felt like she became her mother.
"Is there anything else I can do?" asked Adrianna. "I can get an extra job? I can ask Naomi or Annie for some loan?"
"No," spat Constance. "We're broke, Ade. We're not pathetic."
"What's wrong with asking friends for help?" asked Adrianna. "That's what friends are for, mom."
"It's not in our nature," answered Constance. "Listen, Adrianna. If you wanna help, you will audition for the lead role in Rob Marshall's campus production at CU."
"Mom," began Adrianna. "I told you before, I don't wanna act."
"Oh, because your singing career is going oh so well," spat Constance. Adrianna gulped. "Your singing doesn't put food on the table, Ade." Constance pulled out a script from behind her. "Read this. I got a sample script today."
"What is this?" asked Adrianna.
"It's a chance of keeping our home," answered Constance. "This is being televised, Adrianna. If you perform well, who knows what avenues this can open for us..." Adrianna tightly held on to the script. "Besides, people can finally see you without drugs and a baby." Adrianna scoffed and stormed out the room.
Naomi's Mansion:
Her mansion was swarmed with designers, journalists, publicists, editors, and workers that she hired to help her relaunch her Event Planning Company.
"No, Jen!" spat Naomi, holding on to her cell phone. "I did not party with Prince Harry. And I did not have drugs." Naomi scoffed. "No, Ade wasn't with us. She doesn't do that anymore."
"Ms. Clark?" called a worker. "Where would you like this printer to go?"
"In the living room," ordered Naomi. "Listen, Jen, I'll have to call you back. I'm sort of busy right now." Naomi threw her phone on the table and gathered everyone's attention.
"Listen up people!" said Naomi, standing on a stool. "First of all, I am very grateful that you all are here to witness a very special moment in history. This milestone in my life. You are all staring at the founder of CEP: Clark's Event Planning."
A round of applause echoed through her mansion.
"Thank you! I know, I love it!" sang Naomi. "Anyways, if you all have been reading the tabloids lately, I have been stamped as the tramp of Beverly Hills. FALSE!"
"So you don't do drugs?" called out a publicist.
"Ew, gross," spat Naomi. "Of course not. I can't destroy this perfect figure." Naomi cleared her throat. "...Enough stupid questions, I am informing you all that I am throwing a launch party for my new company. I want the word to go out across LA and the whole nation...if possible. Actually, make it happen. That's why I hired you all."
"Suit and Tie event?" asked someone.
"Of course," answered Naomi. "This is an A-List event extravaganza. I only want the best to be there." Naomi took a deep breath. "Naomi Clark is here to make her mark. Let's get this party started shall we?"
West Beverly Hills High School - Rooftops:
Silver found her best friend hitting tennis balls on their old high school rooftop. She made her way up to the roof to join him.
"I read the article," stated Silver, walking over towards him.
"Yeah," muttered Teddy breathlessly, swinging his arm. "So did I and so did the rest of CU."
"I don't understand what's the big deal?" asked Silver. "What's wrong with the article?" Teddy tossed his racket aside.
"It's bringing attention to me," answered Teddy. "I'm gay, Silver, I'm not a circus."
"Nobody is saying you are, Teddy," interrupted Silver, reaching out to him.
"Well then how come it feels like it?" asked Teddy, shutting his eyes.
"Because some people don't have anything better to do with their lives," answered Silver. "...and they're interested in yours more than they are interested in their lives."
"I thought people would stop with the comments after I came out in high school," muttered Teddy.
"Teddy," began Silver. "Gay or not, some people are going to be rude and cruel and demented towards you. It's how our world works."
"It kind of sucks," whispered Teddy, hitting another tennis ball. Silver took hold of the racket and planted a serve.
"I hear you," muttered Silver. "What's important, Teddy, is how you handle these kinds of things." Teddy sighed. "Take it from me...I'm bald. I wear this head scarf. People stare. I get it, Teddy."
"Silver, I didn't mean to bring up," murmured Teddy.
"No, no, its okay," began Silver. "I get that people stare at you, Teddy. And the feeling of not feeling like a person anymore because there seems to be something wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with you or me or anyone." She grabbed Teddy by his face. "You are a human being. And you are worth something."
Teddy wrapped his arms around Silver.
The Docks:
Annie and Liam rested comfortable on his sailboat, feeling the warm sun dance on their light skin. Annie was heavily invested in her sample script while Liam continued to look for a new surfer to advertise his new surf shop.
"This is so -" began Annie.
"Frustrating," finished Liam, slamming his phone on the ground. Annie pouted her lips and ran her hand through his light hair.
"Still can't find a surfer?" asked Annie.
"Nope," answered Liam. "I wouldn't worry though. LA is filled with a bunch of surfers."
"Well I'm here if you need me," added Annie sweetly. "I'll be here for you until noon-ish." Annie checked her watch. "Which is like in thirty minutes."
"You should go, Annie," muttered Liam, kissing her forehead. "You don't want to be late."
"Are you going to be okay?" asked Annie.
"Yeah," answered Liam. "I'll be fine. I'm gonna work on the boat a little bit more today. It should keep my mind off of my failing surfboard shop."
"Aww," sang Annie sweetly, leaning in for a kiss. "Don't worry. After my audition, we'll go eat out and catch a movie."
"That sounds good," whispered Liam. "Good luck."
"No!" said Annie. "You never tell an actress good luck."
"Well then," began Liam. "Break something."
"I guess that'll work," whispered Annie, standing up. "I'll call you later?"
"How about I'll call you later," suggested Liam, remembering he had a session with Adrianna. "I'm doing something with Ade tonight." Annie was taken back.
"Ade?" asked Annie. "I thought you were gonna work on your boat today?"
"Yeah," said Liam. "She asked me to help her out with something." Annie scrunched her eyebrows and kissed Liam.
"Okay. I love you," she muttered. "And you better call me later." Liam nodded his head and watched Annie disappear in her car.
California University - Auditorium:
Annie quickly tip-toed up the stone steps of CU's auditorium and walked in gracefully into the cold building. The wide lobby was filled with aspiring actors and actresses, practicing and doing last-minute reviews.
"Do you have your number, dear?" asked a faculty member. Annie turned around and walked towards the table booth.
"No," answered Annie sweetly.
"Last name?" asked the faculty member.
"Wilson," stated Annie. "Annie Wilson." The faculty member looked through a long list of names on her clipboard.
"Ah," sang the faculty member. "Here you are, Ms. Wilson. Here's your number. You can take a seat with everyone else over there."
"Thank you," sweetly answered Annie, taking a seat on one of the wooden benches. The two large french doors were closed as the auditions were about to begin.
Rob Marshall and his assistants walked gallantly in the lobby and stole everyone's attention.
"Good afternoon!" shouted Rob. "I feel like it's going to be a great day today! Just remember! Acting is a nice childish profession - pretending you're someone else and, at the same time, selling yourself!" Annie listened intently.
The sun's light broke through the double doors as Adrianna slipped in the lobby. She quickly grabbed her number and took a seat next to Annie.
"I'm sorry," apologized Adrianna. "Am I late?"
"Better late than never," muttered Rob with a smile. Annie was confused. "Remember...I want to be crying through your performance."
"Alright!" called his assistant. "One through five, you're up!"
Annie turned to Adrianna.
"Ade, what are you doing here?" asked Annie, confused.
"I'm auditioning," answered Adrianna, pulling out the sample script. "Sort of."
"Yeah, I'm auditioning for the lead in the play," added Annie strongly. "I fell in love with the sample script..."
"We'll see what happens. I really hope you get it," muttered Adrianna sweetly. "My mother is sort of forcing me to do this. I'm just gonna audition for the sake of auditioning so I can shut my mother up. Since I have some time, I'm gonna try to write some songs for your brother so I can finally record in a studio." Annie nervously chuckled.
"Sounds logical," added Annie. She suddenly saw Liam's text message on Adrianna's phone.
"Yeah," Adrianna replied. Her phone rang again - Liam. "I'll be right back, Annie." Annie nervously smiled and carefully watched Adrianna answer Liam's call. "Hey? Are we still on for tonight?"
Annie took a deep breath.
Author's Note: REVISED CHAPTER