It took a while to film the Mosh because Scene was crying constantly and took at least an hour to get through her sections of the show. Techno and Dubstep weren't acting as... Plur... as they usually were, and Metal definitely was not himself. So, when it came time for me to answer questions, I tried to act as chipper as possible.

The new MyMusic documentary episode that had the staff meeting in it wasn't going to be uploaded until Sunday, which was in 4 days, since we filmed all episodes of anything a day early. So, the fans didn't know about me, Scene, and Intern 2 leaving. Therefore, we wouldn't be bombarded with questions about it until next week.

I sat down in front of the computer screens that were behind the orange couch Idol sometimes uses when she does her parts of the Mosh. She was in front of that stupid white wall this week, so I got the couch.

"Just do the call me maybe and the question thing." Metal set the camera up in front of me.

"'Kay." I pulled my hat up a little bit so the camera could see my eyes.

"Ready, set, action!"

"And now it's time for Call Me Maybe! This week's voicemail is for Scene!" I said, grinning at the camera.

"Cut. OK, whatever, that was fine. I don't feel like redoing anything," Metal said. "Now the question thing."

"What was last week's question?" I asked him.

"Uh, the poll was which glasses are better. It's gonna come up on the teleprompter," Metal answered. I rolled my eyes. Had Indie picked out the poll? I don't know.

"Okie-dokie."

"Action."

I repeated back the poll and answers that appeared in the text on the teleprompter. I didn't have much else to do after that other than answer two of the day's 20 questions, so Metal read them off to me and I answered as accurately and cheerfully as I could.

That took about 10 minutes of time, since I didn't have that many questions to answer. Metal and I sort of agreed to ignore all of the questions pertaining Metaback. Honestly, as much as I loved the fans, they were getting a bit... Annoying. I mean... Why couldn't they ship... Metascene or Metadol?

At the thought of Metal being shipped with Scene or Idol, I snickered, even though a very strange feeling of envy bubbled up in my chest.

Wait, envy? Why the hell did I care who he got shipped with?

I walked out of the room after helping Metal put up the cameras and stuff and checked my watch. It was almost time for us to be let off of work, but suddenly Scene ran out of Indie's office and ran to intern 2, squealing about something. See, we interns have a really close bond now, so whenever Scene has something to squeal about, she'll go straight to Intern 2 or me. Most of the time she'll come to me, but if I'm not anywhere in the vicinity of her, she'll go to Intern 2.

"What's up?" I asked, leaning on the side of the wall behind our desk. Scene turned to me and started jumping around.

"INDIE'S GONNA KEEP US ON! I CONVINCED HIM! HE'S GOING TO KEEP US ON AS EMPLOYEES! HE'S GOING TO FULLY HIRE US!"

Intern 2 and I exchanged a look and then I started jumping up and down with Scene.

"YES!" we squealed. Suddenly, Intern 2 started jumping with us. It was so out of character for him, but hell, we were ecstatic. The Intern Trio wasn't going to be broken up!

Suddenly I stopped bouncing. "Wait. If we're not gonna be interns... What's Intern 2's name gonna be?"

We pondered for a minute. "Employee 2?"

Suddenly, Indie walked out of his office. "Yes, Intern 2 is now Employee 2. And you are all promoted to full-fledged employees."

Scene ran over to him and tackle-hug-kissed him. He was a bit taken aback, but quickly recovered and kissed her back.

They were such an oddly cute couple. She was really very good for him. I mean, no one should be such a jerk, and she fixed him. He was actually slightly nicer to all of us whenever Scene was around.

Once they stopped kissing, Indie gathered everyone in the front of the office and announced that he was in fact hiring a new intern or two to replace us anyways. He said he had definitely decided on hiring Soundtrack, but he was also thinking about hiring someone who Metal might get along with.

"What? Say WHAT?!" Metal exclaimed.

Suddenly, the doors flew open and light flooded the room. We all shielded our eyes from the brightness as a figure stepped forward.

The light slowly dimmed down and we looked at the person standing in the doorway.

Everyone else gasped. I looked from them to the person, confused.

Metal looked absolutely horrified.

"TINA?!"

Indie was frowning as this woman marched over to Metal and grabbed the front of his shirt, kissing him forcefully and making a point of it. There was that bubble of envy again...

"Uh, that honestly wasn't who I was talking about..." Indie muttered.

Suddenly another person ran into the office. "Sorry I'm late! Did I miss the chance to make my awesome entrance?"

Now it was my turn to stare at the person horrified. "Charlie?"

"Hard Rock! What did I tell you about being late on the first day?!" Indie yelled at Charlie... Hard Rock.

Hard Rock. HARD ROCK?!

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I yelled, marching over to my younger sister. "WHY AREN'T YOU IN SCHOOL?!"

Charlie pushed me back a bit and grinned. "Didn't I tell you? They're giving us a week off so we can get a job and see what it's like to work. So I thought 'how 'bought MyMusic?' Besides, I'll only be here full time for this week and then I'll be here after you guys go home when I get off school, so you won't have to see my face."

I stared at her, open-mouthed and shocked. She looked past me and frowned at the alleged Tina and Metal sucking face.

"That's... That's Tina. That's Metal's ex-wife," she stated, confused. I looked back at them.

"I guess...?"

"Why are you letting her kiss him?! He's YOUR MAN!" Charlie screeched at me, shoving me roughly.

Immediately Tina spun around and shoved Metal back all in one swift motion. "SO YOU'RE THE THEIVING BITCH!"

I backed up as she stormed over to me. The office was silent.

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" I cried.

"YES YOU DID! DON'T LIE TO ME! I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM ON CAMERA! DON'T TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON OFF CAMERA!" she screamed at me. "THIS IS PAYBACK, BITCH!" She drew her fist back and was about to punch me.

That was that.

Hip Hop and Metal immediately rushed forward and dragged Tina back, kicking and screaming.

"NO! SHE'S THE ONE YOU SHOULD BE FOCUSING ON! SHE DIDN'T JUST STEAL MY HUSBAND!"

"Ex-husband," Metal corrected.

"SHUT UP, HONEY!" Tina screamed at him. Charlie snickered and was almost hit by one of Tina's flailing arms.

Tina calmed down a little bit and glared at me. I glared back.

"She didn't just steal my ex-husband," Tina repeated, "but she stole the cameras and the staplers."

I frowned as everyone looked at me.

"Throw? Did you?" Techno asked. I shook my head.

"Never! I have my own stapler, and I don't have any need for the cameras!" I assured them. Tina gritted her teeth and then nodded towards my desk.

"Check her desk. You'll find the cameras in the box underneath it," she said, still glaring at me a bit.

"No, you won't." I crossed my arms and stared Tina directly in the eye. "Because I didn't steal anything."

Idol went behind the desk and pulled out my box of office supplies out from under the desk. There was paper, and file folders, and...

I walked over to the box, arms still crossed, as Idol took everything out of it and stared at two objects at the bottom of the box.

"See? No cameras at..." I leaned over and stopped talking. Everyone walked over and looked at the box and then stared at me.

"But I didn't put them there, I swear!" I cried.

"Then why the hell are the company's cameras in YOUR box of office supplies?!" Tina yelled.

I was freaking out. Why were the cameras in my box? I hadn't put them there! I'd never do that! It must've been someone else, someone... Someone was framing me! It was a set up! Was it the Bigfoots? No, they'd never do that... Loco Uno? Nah, we all knew who she really was... Maybe Satan himself had a grudge against me and was—

Speaking of Satan, he appeared at that moment and patted my shoulder. "Nope, gurl, wasn't me!" And he vanished into a puff of fire and smoke. Everyone started talking amongst themselves as I stared at the cameras in the box.

They'd know I didn't steal the cameras. They aren't stupid! They know I don't steal company items...

Right...?

((A/N: DUN DUN DUN

Well, look at me, updating somewhat regularly! Took me only, what, a week? Yeah, don't expect any more miracles at any time soon.

A LOT happened in this chapter, and I know it went kind of fast, but I want to speed the plot along so I can get to the good stuff quickly. Good stuff. As in. Stuff. What? I don't know...

Anyways.

OH! Almost forgot my disclaimer: I'm not responsible for any fangirl explosions that might occur and Ricky the Janitor will clean them up.

REVIEW REPLIES:

Annabeth Everdeen: I hope it's fricking amazing! I'm gonna try my hardest to make this my best fic ever, cuz you guys deserve it after waiting for two months just to find I was ending the story.

BUT LOOK! INDIE'S HIRING THEM BACK ON AGAIN!...Maybe. DUNDUNDUN.

Metaback. May happen. Or maybe not. Lalala~

paulibuscus: Somethin' somethin' somethin' about ridin' dirty...

Look! Devilbuscus appeared in this one!

THEY MIGHT NOT BE NINTERNED! Gods, this story is turning into a Moffat plot line quickly... Best get Sherlock in here, we need someone to jump... Too soon? Too soon...

OLE!

TheGirlWithTheGreenLightSabe r: SEQUEL SEQUEL SEQUEL MONTH

Thank you. :D

Soundtrack is gonna have her own little fic, I think, along with Charlie... They may or may not become BFFs. Because reasons.

DUDE when Showtunes started singing popular I started losing it because someone wrote a MyMusic fic where that happened... OH! It was Annabeth Everdeen. Yeah. I remember.

XxUnwrittenxX: THEY MIGHT!

Metaback might be canon... Maybe... Maybe not... We'll see...

YES! I remember! Soundtrack was in the poll for those 3 OCs you added to your fic, right? That must've been where it came from... That and the fact I feel like we need a Soundtrack right now.

There really should've been a Metal!Scene and an Intern 2!Scene. Heck, I might just make that happen... And then there'll be a Hard Rock!Scene and a Soundtrack!Scene. HAHAHA poor Scene...

YES SCINDIE WAS/IS BOUND TO HAPPEN

AS LONG AS STUPID LOCO UNO DOESN'T GET IN THE WAY

GODS SHE'S ANNOYING ME ALREADY

SCINDIE SCINDIE SCINDIE))