Sorry for the delay.

Ready for Chapter 3? Here it is...

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FRIDAY, 5:30 pm, Lounge.

t's me again. I still haven't thought of a name for my crappy disguise. Not that it'll matter, anyways. After The Finale everyone's parents are taking them home. Heck, some are even coming to the stupid thing. Knowing Bob, he'll never show up. Probably forgot I'm even here, anyway. That is, unless OL-GA tells him that. And Miriam is drowning in smoothies, just like always.

Helga slipped a few dollar bills into the vending machine, a popcorn bags and chips fell out. She turned on the TV, poured the snacks into a bowl and made herself comfortable on the couch. Thanks to everyone running around like headless chickens due to the impending finale, The Lounge was free other then the supervisors.

Criminy! Is nothing good on TV today? she thought, flipping through several channels.

The door flipped open, and The Crew walked in.

"Oh, look. It's the reject." Sophia said with a smirk.

Helga scoffed, sitting up. "Don't flatter yourselves."

"As if. What are YOU doing here?" Anita asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I could ask you clods the say thing."

"We're just here for some snacks."

"Water's right over there. Don't worry, you won't blow up like a balloon. Fortunately."

The Crew could find no way to respond.

Scoff. "Whatever."

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

All they could do was glare at her, grab some snacks and leave.

Finally, the prisses have left me alone. Criminy, it's about time. Helga flipped past Snickelodeon, Animation Central, and finally onto Risney Channel.

"Up next, Alexis Taxas! Only on Risney Channal!"

Helga rolled her eyes. They took off Tina Stoppable for this? She turned off the TV and lounged around. (Pun intended)

A few moments later, Ms. Franklin popped in.

"Hello, Helga. How are you doing?"

Helga sat up. "Nothing much, just killing some time before The Finale."

"So, have any idea what the disguise's name will be?"

"Nope. Not that I care anyways. It's not like Bob and Miriam is going to be here, anyway. Olga just called me to say that she'll be visiting them."

"Funny you should say that, because Bob just called to reserve some seats at The Finale."

..."WHAT?" Helga gasped. "They're actually coming?"

"Yup." She continued, unfazed by Helga's current demeanor. "And to quote him, 'I can't wait for my Olga to perform'".

"They actually care?"

"Yup. They'd be really disappointed if you didn't perform."

Helga snorted. "Let them be. They've let me down so many times I've lost count. Payback is one heck of a -"

"What about your own dreams?" Ms. F asked, cutting her off.

"Yes, because I dream of getting humiliated in front of everyone. It's my biggest goal." She responded in a sarcastic optimistic voice.

"You won't be! Everyone out there has fears and scars in one way or the other, and cover them the same way! Only you'll be actually be admitting it and not covering it up!"

Helga stood stunned.

Ms Franklin let out a deep sigh. "If you truly don't want to do this, I'm not going to force you. Don't do it for me or for anyone else; do it for you." She walked out of the lounge leaving Helga to her thoughts.

8:53 PM, Mass Studio

"And we have reached our final act of the night, The Crew's solo band act. Yippee." The announcer said with boredom and sarcasm from both announcing acts all night and because frankly, The Crew was annoying.

Sophia stepped up to the mike, stage lights and camaras covering her and her friends. "The admiration has granted us to have a band act with the influence of our parents."- They waved to them, and received a wink in return- "And we would like to perform Evacuate The Dance Floor by Cascada, with Anita on drums and Jenna on background."

The music started, and the band started playing.

"Turn up the music

Let's get out on the floor

I like to move it

Come and give me some more

Watch me gettin' physical

And out of control

There's people watchin' me

I never miss a beat..."

Far in the background was Helga listening to their performance. Everyone's performance's, in fact and looking out for her parents, which actually came.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Those pisses can't sing for or play for their lives. What the heck are they up to?" She ran backstage, putting the pieces together...

"...Wrap it up

Can't stop cause it feels like an overdose

(Feels like an overdose)..."

"Barb, what the heck are you doing?"

"Uh..."

Helga had busted backstage, catching her with a radio, microphones and a lot of equipment.

Barb sighed. "They're still blackmailing me."

"What exactly are they blackmailing you with?"

"My journal, were basically my whole life is in."

"How did they even get it?"

Barb sighed. "Long story short, my mom invited them over and they went in my room."

"So that's it? Your just gonna keep doing this?"

"If I don't want my journal emailed to everybody, yeah."

"I've got a better idea..." She whispered the plan to her.

"That's genius, Helga."

She shrugged in return.

"Yeah, yeah, you can thank me later. Right now those clods will be knocked out by their own voices." Helga ran to The Crew's bedroom, ready to put the plan in action...

"...Still the night

Kill the lights

Feel it under your skin

Time is right

Keep it tight

Cause it's pulling you in... "

Got it! she ran out of the building as quick as she could, hoping The Crew was still singing.

"...Everybody in the club

Evacuate the dancefloor

Everybody in the club

I'm infected by the sound

Everybody in the club

Stop, this beat is killing me

Hey Dr. DJ let the music take me underground

Oh, oh, evacuate the dancefloor

Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound

Oh, oh, stop, this beat is killing me

Hey, Mr. DJ let the music take me underground-"

Suddenly the music hit a decrease in quality. Singing, that is. Screeching, out-of-pitch sound exploded out of the speakers, making the audience cringe in shock.

The Crew looked at their mikes momentarily, confused. Finding nothing wrong, they continued at full volume.

"Everybody in the club

Evacuate the dancefloor-"

"You three need to evacuate the stage, NOW!" someone shouted from the audience.

All continued singing. "-Oh, oh, I'm infected by the sound-"

"We're 'infected by the sound' of your singing! SHUT UP!" another person said.

Sophia glared. "Everybody in the club

Stop, this beat is killing me-"

"BOO!" Everyone started throwing anything they could get their hands on at them.

"Hey, Dr. DJ let's burn this place down to the ground" They finished the last verse as if nothing happened, while dodging thrown foodstuffs and other assorted objects.

"What the **** happened?" Anita asked, storming up to Sophia.

"We were killing them until the mikes acted up." Jenna followed up.

"A idiot happened, that's what."

Barbara popped out from behind the curtains, Helga in tow.

"Make that two."

Helga's POV

Yup, that was one heck of an ending. The Crew finally got what they deserved. Now they're gonna get an even bigger surprise...

So what do you think? Helga is still gonna sing, don't worry. Everything will be sorted out. Two more flashback chapters, then the real story happens.

Anyone OOC?

Please comment/review! :)