Okay. Music n' movies, let's see it! Oh yeah, and I'm not bringing back Owen. Sorry guys, but the only reason for bringing him back would be to ensure Harold was eliminated. Do I really need that?

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The next elimination challenge had no break inbetween. Lindsay was full of energy. While the rest of the girls, including me, were finishing our makeup, she came back from the bathrooms, singing "You...and meeeeee...like butter knives are free, we're freeeeeeeeee!"

It was Courtney who told her to shut up. "It's like butterflies, not butter knives! And everybody knows you picked Duncan for your movie reward last night as retaliation. The murder mystery challenge is over, so you can stop massacring that song!"

"I wasn't mascaraing anything except my eyelashes, Courtney." Lindsay said, carefully doing her makeup. "What's the other thing you said I did?"

"Guys, can't we try to get along?" Beth began, but Courtney talked over her.

"Stop playing dumb, Lindsay!"

Lindsay began singing again, and I gave a sigh.

"Stop singing, please, Linds?" I begged. "Courtney, shut up, no one cares what you think. I agree with Beth. We've got an elimination challenge today, and we need to save our fights for that."

We were called out by Chef drumming on a set right next to the trailers.

"Nice of you to join us." Chris said cheerfully. "Today's movie genre is...drumroll please!" Chef's drumroll was far too long. In fact, Chris decided he had to start over before he told us what the movie genre was...rock n' roll biopic. Boring. Oh well, at least the challenges made from a biopic could be cool.

"All right!" Harold exclaimed, making air guitar sounds.

Chris wouldn't really tell us properly what would happen in a biopic to the kid who gets their break, since all of us were sixteen. He just told us that they were "Things that lead to dangerous addictions, multiple divorces, the occasional night in the joint, and an untimely death – while sitting on a toilet."

But there were a few things that Chris was allowed to talk about that the rock star would do. And those would be the challenges. "You need to know how to rock out on a guitar, work the paparazzi, and trash a hotel room." We had to go to a stadium for the first challenge. Well, that's what Chris said, but we spent hours looking for one before going back to the Awards theatre.

"I said ten minutes, not ten hours!" Chris said crossly.

"You also said to meet you at the big stadium." Duncan countered. "This is the dumpy Gilded Chris awards theatre." Albeit with a cool rock star stage backdrop to work with, but still, it wasn't our fault we were late. But then again, Chris congratulated us for doing something a real rock star would do – show up late for our own show.

First, we were given toy guitars. "Since I'm guessing most of you can't read, let alone read music," as Chris said, we were given the guitars and told which notes to hit by coloured notes on the screen. One by one, we'd be eliminated, and we'd get an electric shock every time we played a wrong note. "But don't worry. You'll live. Although you may never be able to play the piano again."

"I can't play the piano anyway." shrugged Lindsay.

"Or use the phone."

"NOOOO!"

I rolled my eyes. "Lindsay, you're getting really annoying today." I informed her. "If you utter a note any higher than that scream, I will punch your lights out. Or blackmail Duncan into doing it for me." I aimed a sly wink at said delinquent, who remained silent. But then, so did Lindsay, so that worked for me.

"Are you ready to rock out?" Chris called out.

"To those about to rock, I salute you!" Harold sang.

"And...rock on!"

So the six of us began to rock out. Harold was the first to drop out. He played so fast his guitar caught on fire. Me, I only played every few notes and made it look like I was loving it.

Next to go was Lindsay, who got electrocuted. Then Beth's guitar exploded.

On one side of me was Courtney, who was smiling and playing for all she was worth. Duncan hit one note every two seconds, and didn't bother to try at all.

"ARE YOU GUYS HAVING FUN YET?" I yelled out to a non-existent audience. I took a pause before I called out again. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

The challenge ended when Duncan smashed his guitar.

"Impressive, all of you." Chris said. "But the winner is..."

Chef played a drumroll.

"Duncan!"

"What?" Courtney and I gasped.

"But I hit every note!" Courtney protested. "And I played behind my head, and on my knees, and with my teeth!"

"Yes, yes you did." Chris agreed. "But you tried way too hard. And if there's one thing that rock stars don't do, it's try. Even a little. You saw Duncan."

"Yes." Courtney scowled. "He played every tenth note, and broke his guitar afterward."

"Exactly."

"What's your excuse for me?" I snapped. "I wasn't trying!"

"Are you kidding?" Chris laughed. "You were so milking it for the audience. That's for pop stars, not rock stars."

Duncan grinned cockily at us. "Tough luck, Stephie." he said. And then to Courtney, "Watch and learn, baby doll. Maybe one day both of you will be able to rock as hard as me."

Courtney took aim with her guitar, and Duncan screamed. The brunette smirked. "That hard enough, baby doll?"

"Give the dude a break, Court." I advised her. "We're not up to immunity yet. With our skills, bet we can work the paparazzi and trash hotel rooms way better."

The next challenge was to cross the red carpet and get "backstage" on an obstacle course of fans, groupies, photographers, reporters...all of 'em. Well, okay, so I would have to avoid them in real life. But in this one, it sounded like I would have to milk it.

Duncan got to miss half the red carpet for winning the last challenge, but I didn't care. This one sounded like fun, even if I didn't win.

Courtney went first. She ducked the paparazzi, signed an autograph, waved to a groupie, and even got a prize (only Lindsay got something from that guy later on – the rest of us missed that).

Courtney refused the canape she was offered by another obstacle. Then she had to pass the cardboard bouncer. "Do you know who I am?" she snapped at him, and he let her through.

Duncan took his turn. He spat on the first photographer, and threw the other one's camera away. He didn't do anything for the autograph girl, but wrote his number on the groupie's stomach and gave her the 'call me' motion. And he kicked the bouncer over.

It was my turn next. When the paparazzi popped up, I smiled. "Hey, you guys!" I said. To the photographers, I smiled, then gave them a moody look, then blew a kiss to the guy. I signed my autograph, gave the groupie a quick hug, accepted my canape, and smiled at the bouncer. "Wanna let me in?" I said seductively. "I'll be so much fun..." He let me through.

"Slow, but well done." Chris said as I finished. "Showing your best side and your worst side with the photographers was a nice touch."

Beth lost her glasses at the start and had no idea what she was doing. That was a loss. As for Harold, Duncan called him by a middle name (he'd whispered to me on a break that one of Harold's many middle names was Doris), and Harold was so humiliated that he burst into tears and ran across the carpet, missing everything.

Lindsay was a breath of fresh air after Beth and Harold. She smiled for the camera, signed her autograph, hugged the groupie, took her bag of loot, accepted a canape, and flirted with the bouncer.

Chris showed us all our best photos. "Courtney ducked, Duncan socked, Stephanie flirted, Beth slipped...Harold, if that's not a cry for help, I don't know what is. And Lindsay posed. Which means we have a winner!"

I couldn't help staying hopeful. The shot had caught me blowing a kiss to the camera, so yeah, I looked a bit flirty, but I still looked okay. Certainly better than Beth caught off-guard and Harold crying.

"...Lindsay!"

"Yay!" squealed the blonde. Yeah, I'd warned her against hitting another high note, but to be honest, seeing Courtney complain that she avoided the paparazzi best was worth it. I was right – she wasn't meant to avoid them.

"Chris," I said maturely, "I'm guessing that I was in for the win before Lindsay impressed everyone?"

"Well, it's not really fair to hurt the other contestants by telling them who else was better..." Chris said. "But yeah, Steph. You were miles ahead of everyone else until then."

Courtney's eyes shot daggers at me. I shot sabers back at her. Much cooler than daggers.

The last challenge was just to trash a hotel room. Lindsay got an extra ten seconds added on to our thirty, but I was still determined to destroy the most.

To be honest, the winner was obvious from the start. Courtney went INSANE. She was furious after losing the first two challenges, and trashed everything in sight. By the time Lindsay got the extra ten seconds and everyone was done, Courtney had already destroyed everything and won immunity.

I talked to Courtney about who to vote off, just as we'd agreed. "I think we should get rid of Lindsay." she said firmly. "I can't stand much more of her, and she's stronger than I thought."

I had a feeling that had she not been in love, she would've picked Duncan, but she had a point. Lindsay was a lot stronger than she seemed. Besides that, I could tell she was one of Chris' favourites. The way he looked at her made me shudder, but it worked in her favour.

I nodded. "Right. Lindsay. Definitely."

So we all voted, as usual. Courtney, Beth, Harold and I all got Gilded Chris awards. Only Duncan and Lindsay were left.

"The final Gilded Chris goes to..." I held my breath as Chris paused.

"...Duncan! Lindsay's going bye-bye!"

"But Lindsay, Harold and I voted for Duncan!" Beth protested.

"Not so." Chris said. "In fact, what happened is a first for the show. A contestant accidentally voted themselves off!"

Apparently, Lindsay had accidentally clicked on herself when she voted. Chris even showed us the footage. Her picture was right below Duncan's, so it was an easy mistake. The man himself burst out laughing.

But Lindsay managed a smile and a 'bye'. "Don't worry," she added, "Saying bye isn't so bad, cause really, it's just a 'hi' with a B!" She waved, got into the Lame-o-sine, and with that, I was in the final five once again!

But this time, will Stephanie make it further? Find out next time!