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I Own Nothing

Ally's POV
The auditorium was jam-packed with people. Somehow throughout the throng of all the bustling upcoming musicians and their supporters, Austin, Trish, Dez and I managed to make it to the table sop that we could sign up.

"Whoa! I'm the eight thousand seven hundred and sixty fourth person to sign up! Awesome!" Austin said, a huge grin breaking out on his face.

"Show the world the sticker that made you famous!" Dez cheered, pointing his video camera at Austin's blue shirt that had a big sticker with his number on it. Austin grinned and puffed out his chest.

Dez had decided to do a live webcast for Austin's audition – so that we (fans included) could all 'capture the moment' as he said. I thought it was a great idea. Weirdly enough, so did Trish.

"No it means more competition," Trish said as we left the registration area. "Which means I'll have to work twice as hard making sure that everything goes as planned!"

"Well, since you don't work that should be easy," Dez said, earning laughs from Austin and I. Trish scowled into the camera lens. "You'd better learn to sleep with your eyes open, Dez." Dez kept his distance from Trish.

Austin looked around, where people were talking excitedly whilst some looked worried beyond relief. But Austin was cool and confident like he usually was. I really wished I could have some of that confidence he has. He was always so optimistic and certain about life. I stood there for a moment, just imagining what it would be like to actually be in the spotlight. At first I thought about the screaming fans, the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, the amazing feeling that would engulf me once I got lost in the music.

"Ally?" Trish's voice echoed in the background of my vision. The more she called me, the more I was pulled from my other world and drawn back to this one. My eyes fluttered open to see the bewildered faces of my best friends. Three of my six friends, to be more precise.

Logan, Tasha and Ross all had an exam today. I'm not quite sure how you can have an exam on drama but apparently they do that. Tony had to write as well. And Trish, being Trish, called in sick and came here instead. She just said she'd write a makeup test later.

"I'm sorry what?"

"You zoned out for a while," Austin said, worried.

"I'm fine. Just thinking."

Dez snorted from behind the camera. "With your eyes closed? Please." I didn't bother explaining to him that you could think with your eyes closed and just opted for the 'are you alright up there?' look.

"So what should we do while we wait?" Trish asked. Austin and Dez shared a look. Or rather, Austin looked into the camera.

"RAID THE SNACK BAR!" they both shouted before speeding off.

Of course.

Logan's POV
When teachers say 'test' the image that comes to mind is endless hours trying to study, not studying which then results in cramming at the last minute and then sitting in an uncomfortable seat as you try and cheat without getting caught.

But not in drama.

Here, you are given a character to play and you have to play it well using all the tactics we've been taught and all the while our drama teacher – I've decided to call her Hippie as I can't ever remember her name – sits at the back and scribbles stuff into her notebook.

The play she selected was Merchant of Venice by Shakespeare. It's basically about some rich chick's daddy who made this competition for guys so that they can see who will marry his daughter. The thing is; there are three caskets – one of gold, a silver one and then a lead one. The one which has her picture is the right one. So there's all these fancy-shmancy guys who come to try and win. And there is this one guy called Bassanio who isn't a prince so he borrows money from his friend Antonio who is the merchant of Venice. And I'm not quite sure who ends up with her. Couldn't be bothered to read the whole thing.

"Logan Sloane, you shall be playing the part of Portia, the fair rich Italian lady. And Anthony Stan, you will be the dashing prince of Morocco. Please flip to page 101 in your books. And...action!" she bellowed from her seat at the back.

It was the scene where the prince opened the gold casket. I cleared my throat and began.

"The several caskets to this noble prince. Now make your choice," I said in my most posh voice, looking deeply into Third's eyes. He has nice eyes. Like hot chocolate. I love hot chocolate.

"This first of gold, who this inscription bears, 'Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire...'"

"Stop!" Hippie yelled, already making her way through the seats and to the stage. The class instantly began to talk. I furrowed my eyebrows. This was an exam. What was she doing?

"There's just not enough emotion between you two. Watch and learn, my dear," she said to me. I stood aside with my arms crossed. I watched as she said my lines, but this time she was being a little too... comfortable with Third. Third was taking cautious steps back throughout the scene. I rolled my eyes. This lady was just sad.

"And that's how it is done!" she said, looking satisfied. "Again!"

And so it went on. At last, it was Ross and Tasha's turn. They were the last ones to go on, seeing as they were among the youngest. As Hippie was ordering orders to them I glanced at my ice watch. It was half two in the afternoon. Blondie hadn't gone up yet. Although we weren't exactly the closest people out there, I still had to go. Because Ally forced me to.

"Let me choose, for as I am, I live upon the rack," Ross said, acting as Bassanio. Onstage, he looked like a whole other person. It was like he really was Bassanio. Beside him, Tasha looked genuinely worried.

"Upon the rack, Bassanio? Then confess what treason there is mingled with your love." Of course, Hippie over there didn't interrupt their performance. Why do so many people like Third? I thought irritably.

Well, I am one of those people.

They continued with their scene until the end of class. Once Hippie dismissed us, Ross, Tasha, Third made a mad dash for the car with me leisurely following behind them.

"I call shotgun!" Ross exclaimed.

"You can't call shotgun until you see the car," Tasha said, poking him in the arm just to emphasise her point.

"Shotgun," Third laughed when his black truck was in sight. I put on my sunglasses with a scoff. "You're driving."

He shrugged and smiled, making me feel like jell-o. "I know, I just wanted to win."

"Are we too late?" Tasha asked her cousin twenty minutes later. Ally shook her head. She seemed a little out of sorts. "No. Austin's the next one." I looked around.

"Where is he?" I enquired, taking my sunglasses off and looking around. There were so many people here. It reminded me of back home whenever my dad and I went to watch a hockey game, so many people buzzing with excitement.

I shook my head. How were you ever going to forget if you were constantly reminded? I wondered. Maybe I wasn't supposed to forget.

"He went with Dez to get some..." Frizzy stopped. "Uh... what did they go get, Ally?"

Ally, who was pacing and muttering to herself, ignored Frizzy's question. She checked her watch again. "Where is he? We have to warm up his voice and do breathing exercises and make sure he's calm so that he doesn't screw up!" Ross smiled uneasily.

"Maybe you should calm down first," he said in a reassuring tone. "I am calm!" Ally snapped. Then she grabbed a handful of hair and started to chew. I shuddered. That sure didn't seem calm to me.

"Ally calm down," Frizzy said in a gentle yet commanding voice. "Austin will be back soon. I mean, he's with Dez, isn't he?"

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Well it's been a good run," Frizzy said as an afterthought. "Who wants a beer?"

"Trish!"

"Okay, okay I'll go look for idiot one and two," she said in defeat. She didn't even have time to turn around since Blondie and Red decided to reappear.

"Where have you been?" Ally demanded, putting her hands on her hips. Blondie's smile dropped. I think he just realised he was in deep shit.

"We were just walking around," Blondie said, "We didn't think it would be a big deal."

"Well ya thought wrong," Frizzy cut in. "We were so worried sick and you just left without telling us when you were going and how long you would be gone! You know, you could have missed your audition, mister! And I've worked to damn had to get you this far, Moon. To damn hard!"

Frizzy's speech seemed to throw everyone off guard, as there was silence between us for some time. Then, as it always shall be, Redhead broke the silence.

"So it just goes to show you, to get wherever you want to get in life, you have to get through that! Dez said in a chirpy voice, moving the camera from himself to a red faced Frizzy. We all laughed, even Ally. She'd managed to burn some steam and was now thinking clearly.

"Okay Austin, we have to go warm up your voice," she said, pulling him away. Austin just grinned like, 'what can you do?' and followed her.

"So what song is he singing?" Third asked Trish. She looked up from her Blackberry. "I don't know! Ally's the songwriter."

"And you're the manager," Tony said matter-of-factly. I wasn't really listening to the rest of their conversation. Instead, I focused on two lovebirds that were getting too cosy for my liking. Hey, I am supposed to be the girlfriend. I guess I wouldn't be so snappy if Tony actually looked jealous. It seemed like this plan was only working for one of us. I was about to go and tell Ross off when I saw the look on Tony's face. He looked sad, that's for sure. But he also looked... proud.

"Okay that's weird," I said to myself. Why would he be proud? Did he not like Tasha? Of course he did, then why else would he be sad if he didn't?

I weighed my options. If I went to Ross and acted like his girlfriend, Tasha would be upset and Third would be happy if she went back to him. But if I didn't, Ross and Tasha would get together sooner.

Which was the whole point of the plan, right? So why don't I want to leave things as they are? Because Third doesn't seem into me at all. But if Ross and Tasha get together then doesn't that mean that he'll need someone to lean on? To help him get back on his feet? I could be that one...

Oh my gosh what am I thinking? Since when am I acting all mushy and soft? That's so not me. What is my problem?

"Isn't that interesting?" Frizzy said suddenly, breaking my train of thought. Normally, I wouldn't have cared but she managed to stare at me and Ross at the same time, despite the huge distance between us. I started back.

"What?"

"Well, Ross and Tasha seem pretty close," she said, challenging me. She knew too much. I stood my ground and crossed my arms. "I'm not the jealous type. Ross wouldn't cheat on me."

"So what do you call that?" I whipped around to find Tasha pressed against the wall and with her fingers wrapped in Ross' golden locks. Clearly they were happily swapping spit and ignoring the outside world. On the inside, I was shocked. And impressed. Ross actually had some balls!

But, as I am the ever faithful actor, I pulled on my best heartbroken face.

"How could you do this to me, Ross?" I exclaimed dramatically, putting and a hand on my chest. My eyes started to sting with fake tears for good measure. Man I'm good.

Ross and Tasha broke apart. "I can explain," he stammered. Tasha bit her lip and stared at the ground.

"No! We are over, you hear me? Over!" I wailed, running past a shocked Austin and Ally.

I should win an Oscar.

Ally's POV
"What just happened?" Austin demanded, just as his name was called.

"Austin Moon! You're next!"

"What? I can't go on! Not now!" he stammered, looking at us with a worried face. I put a hand on his arm. "You'll do great," I said reassuringly. We all nodded at him, urging him to go on. He reluctantly walked past us and into the hall to take his audition. Poor Austin, I thought, he shouldn't have to worry about this right before one of the biggest audition of his life.

"Alright what happened here?" I said once Austin had walked through the door. "And why did Logan run away crying?"

Trish and Tony instantly backed away. So it seemed that the culprits were Ross and Tasha. They sheepishly told me the whole story. I stood up to look for Logan, who was in the car park. She was sitting on the hood of Tony's black truck. She had the sleeves of her worn out Lakers hoodie rolled up to her elbows that were resting on her knees. Her legs were wide apart, which made me glad that she wore jeans.

I stood next to her for a while but she didn't seem to acknowledge me. So finally I asked if she was okay. Logan continued to stare into the distant sun as it sunk lower and lower.

"I don't know," she said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I wanted to know.

"I'm just.. tired, Ally," she said with a sigh. "Tired of all the acting and all the running away." I didn't know how to reply to this so I just remained silent. What did she mean by 'running away'?

"Ross and I were never a thing," she continued. "We just did it all just so that we could get Tasha jealous. She started hanging out with Tony more again and Ross wanted it to be different this time. And, I guess, over time I started to maybe, sorta, kinda..." she trailed off.

"Like Tony?" I suggested. She looked at her sneakers and nodded. "But I'm not exactly his type."

"But everything's okay now, Ross and Tasha are happy together. So why are you upset?"

"Because she hates me. Tasha and Frizzy, actually. And because Tony doesn't like me back. And..."

"And?" I urged her to continue. She shook her head. "Never mind."

"Tell me!" I insisted.

"No!" she snapped, suddenly angry. Then suddenly she looked sorry.

"Logan..."

"It's nothing, Ally. I'm sorry I yelled. I'm just..."

"Stressed out?" I said with a small grin. She nodded. "Yeah."

A pretty eventful chapter, if I do say so myself. Well, Tasha and Ross are finally together! And What is bugging Logan? Will Austin get in? And why did Trish snitch? Tony seems too quiet...

And there will be a surprise visitor! Guess who? Stay tuned!

Sammie ;)