Finally up! What do you think? Sorry it's short. I kind of gave up on this one. Sorry again! hehe

"Why do I have to even help?" Brittany was walking by my side.

"Because you're one of the people she...and you hate." I said.

"We have work of our own to do though." Izzy said.

"I don't care. I need you to guys to talk to her so she can get back to her senses and-" I looked around and saw that they left. Great. I went to talk to Micaela because, of course Kyra is done with pep-talking to her. "Micaela?" I knocked on the door. Luckily it was unlocked. I saw her writing on some sheet music while humming a tune. "M, I- well, we all saw yours and Carlos's fight last night. I wanted to apologize for what happened." I said nicely.

"How's the choreography going so far?" I could tell she was using sarcasm by the concern in her eyes. And her whole face expression was sarcastic.

"I'm sorry M, but Carlos and I haven't even started it." I apologized.

"No need to, I had to do all the work and come up with moves myself." She said.

"We promise by tomorrow morning we will get back to work and stay on task." I promised to her. "You can get all the sleep you want, and we'll do everything else. Maybe even make up with Carlos."

Micaela Pov: "I don't feel the urge I, or he, should apologize. If all he cares about in life is fun and games. So be it." She stated. "Zee, I can't deal with this right now. I'll talk to you later. I have to get my work done."

"Oh, well, okay. Bye." She said then walked off.

How did they see the fight? We were in the music room, where it's like, half-empty. Maybe through the windows? Well whatever they were doing I wasn't going to rest until this whole thing is over. I probably might even fall asleep if the performance is going on. Because It seems to me that they don't care about their career being crushed by Hawk. He's not even a good music producer. But looking at the Demigodz and the Pearlz? We are going to loose. Things will get ugly at the end of the competition. My friends are going to get credit for it. Andrew's going to owe me time off of shredding the sheets of paper. And I hope I will never bump into Izzy and Brittany ever again.

I thought this was going to be a week to remember, but I'm guessing it's not. My friends have to step up their game, or I'm giving up.