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I was sitting at the piano, playing our new song we just wrote. There weren't any solos, but all of us were going to sing it. I was oddly confused about some parts, so I decided to go up to our room to see if Kendall or Kyra got it. When I got upstairs, the room was a MESS, and everyone was gone. "Guys?" I searched the room. I saw a note on the counter, it read: 'Micaela, if you're reading this, we're at the arcade if you're wondering. We got a little tired of doing choreography and all that stuff, so we're taking a little break. Come join the fun. Love, your friends.'
A break? What? The competition was in 4 days, how can they give up? I 'stormed' off to the arcade. "Guys!" I exclaimed over their screaming voices. I also saw our competitions there, enjoying their lives right now. "Guys!" I yelled.
"Hey Micaela, come on and join the fun!" Kendall walked up to me.
"No! We have to do our work! Do you know how many more days we have left til the performance and we only have the song done! Do you know if Zee and Carlos have the dancing done?" I exclaimed.
"I'll get him right now!" He yelled over the noise. I crossed my arms because of what I was seeing.
"What's up?" He asked.
"What's up? I'm trying to save the show here! With them playing games, we can win!" I said.
"Chill, M, we got it all planned." He said.
"Do you even have the choreography done?" I was near to yelling, but my voice cracked already.
"No, we just need a little break once in a while." He was in dance-mode.
I rolled my eyes, "You can be so overrated sometimes." I put my stuff on the counter and grabbed his wrist.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, my arm hurts, ow, ow, ow," He mumbled as I pulled him over to the corner of the arcade.
"You have to do something about this," I put my hands on my hips.
"I will, I will," He motioned his hands, then his face looked to the side of me to see everyone partying their heads off.
"What are you looking at?" I turned to see Izzy all flirty. I gave her a "You're-gonna-die" look then turned back to Carlos. "You were looking at Izzy weren't you?" I asked.
"No, I was looking at-"
"At who?"
"This isn't the Micaela show, I wanted to join that conga line over there!" He pointed.
"Whatever." I said then walked back to the counter where my papers were. "Where are the papers?" I asked Andrew who was controlling the confetti machine.
"What papers?" He asked.
"The papers that were right there." I pointed to the glass counter.
"Those were yours? I thought that was recycled paper for the machine." He said.
My face turned red. Not blushing red, furious red. I just stormed off and saw Brittany pointing and laughing at me. "Loser!"
"You suck." I mounted to her then ran out. What's the point of gathering up all the confetti pieces of paper, with the song words, and the arrangements. I'm going to have to do everything. My friends make me do everything and it's not even funny. I went back to the piano to get the music done, and rewrite everything.
Poor Micaela, she has to do everything all over again...hehe. Tell me what you think!