Disclaimer: I don't own Total Drama. They belong to their owners. The OCs used here also belong to their respective owners as I only own my own characters.


Day 1, 9:00 AM


Fresh Ent. - Lobby

It was nine in the morning from inside a vast and modern building lobby in the busy city of Chicago. It wasn't too long after the staff had cleaned the place up as you can see, everything looks like it has been squeaky clean mere seconds before the cameras even turned on.

The five hosts waited from the left side, all of them who wore a pristine white formal top and black formal pants, giving off the 'let's get this down to business' look on all of them.

The first host who entered and took their position in the centerstage was no other than the hostess who just previously joined since from the second season: Blaineley O'Halloran. She gave off a rather evil looking smile as she waved towards the cameras around her, satisfied with applauses the staff members were giving her.

The second host to enter was the one and only Chef Hatchet himself. Since the episode started, he no longer wore the chef hat and gave off… the same vibes he did like in the previous two seasons.

The third host who entered the centerstage was the mastermind behind the whole series: Brea Delamonca. Known as Candela back in Act I, but due to certain circumstances which involved her and Blaineley, she has been called Brea ever since. She had a pure smirk on her face, because, let's face it: that's what she usually does, whether she's up to something mischievious or not.

The fourth host entering was the ever so chill host from the Ridonculous Race spinoff, Don. Initially, he never signed up to become one of the hosts for the whole series, yet he just took up on the offer anyway. He ran a hand through his hair, boasting towards everyone of his self-proclaimed handsomeness (much like Chris, but let's face it; he's less cockier than him), with pretty much the other three hosts ignoring him.

And the last host who decided to join in the hosting gang, or rather, was forced to join in the hosting gang, was no other than a beloved former contestant from the season of Act II, Misha Thomas. Why did the viewers pick her? No idea. Her pink hair flew behind her as she walked up to the stage, which was noticeably longer than before. She almost gave off a slight chuckle towards the cameras, but managed to control it.

"And welcome everyone, to the pilot episode of the third series in the Total Drama Act saga!" Brea exclaimed, lowkey feeling proud that her produced season has made it this far, despite of all the circumstances that happened in the last two.

Blaineley rolled her eyes and retorted, sort of contrasting against Brea's enthusiasm. "This isn't the pilot episode. This is the first official episode."

"Hold up." Misha barged in. She was completely new to all this hosting gig, but somehow, she blended in just fine. "Aren't the fucking pilot episodes and first episodes the same thing?" She questioned, perfectly injecting her first swear word of the entire season.

Don, being one of the only normal ones in the batch, just simply showed a look of annoyance against the three girls. "Let me take this over instead. In the previous two seasons, everything has become more of a hectic fiasco due to everything that has happened during that time."

Chef decided to take the wheel after the latter. "Well, we've also invited twenty new teens from all over the world to compete against six returning veterans from the series' previous season; all in for a major prize in the end."

Blaineley let out a chuckle after her minor dispute with the other hostesses. "Anyway, let's introduce our veterans here now, shall we? Last time, we've introduced the newbies first. But this time, we'll be doing the veterans first."

Brea cleared her throat, getting a tad impatient with all this unnecessary nonsense they were making. "Alright then. Let's just go to the opening theme so that I can go home and write my own Total Drama season IN PEACE."


Episode 1: Entering Into Square Three

"Time to start all over again."


The first thing that cuts to right after the title card is a shot of Brea rolling her eyes. "There's a reason why this season was called Odyssey of Performance and not Musical Odyssey or hell even Musical Performance, you know."

"That actually makes me wonder why is this the contrast of the other two titles." Don wondered out loud.

"That is because," Brea cleared her throat, ready to tell the reason behind the peculiar season title. "We're branching out from the musical theme. Act I and Act II had musical challenges, but at the same time, we had more… other challenging challenges if you get what I mean."

"Before we continue though," Blaineley took the wheel this time before anyone else could speak. "We'll be introducing first our veterans from Act II: Musical Power whom our viewers have chosen through a series of votings."

It was now Misha's turn to speak. "So for all you motherfuckers out there, we'll now welcome our first veteran! He is known for being extremely dramatic and pessimistic, and for having two Eighth Notes in a span of twelve episodes according to Fresh Network. The rest of the shit hasn't aired yet so… yup. Anyways, we have Colin Lanthored!"

A pale, fit and skinny teen entered the room. His looks slightly changed as he appeared to be a bit neater compared to the last season. His slightly large green eyes were normal instead of the usual baggy and red. His black neck-length curly hair was less messy. He still had on his long-sleeved collared shirt with light blue and thin pink stripes, jeans, mismatched one light yellow sock and one gray sock, and black sandals but this time, his clothes had no holes or rips on them. Someone must've gave him a sermon…

He sighed. "Time to lose."

"You're a veteran and you still think this way? Yeah." Chef slowly nodded, seeing as though the teen hasn't changed for a bit. Literally. "And for that, we now introduce to you our second veteran who went through a lot, including some… secrets spilled into the air, we have Mag Lawrence!"

A girl with waist-length brown lightly-feathered hair entered the room. Her bangs were covering her left eye and the tips of it that reached her to her chin were dyed turquoise. Her grey and brown mismatched eyes looked over the room and glanced at her fellow competition with a smile. She wore a red tank top covered with a black three-fourth sleeve off the shoulder see-through top that is splattered with silver on the bottom, black skirt with silver Aztec designs on the bottom, and black ankle platform boots.

She also had two small loop piercings on her right ear, and one on her left that had a thick clasp earring.

"Our third veteran is… a doozy." Blaineley simply commented as she examined her nails. "Had a few mayhem with a few of the girls from last season despite his rather introverted nature, it's Ryder Walker!"

An American skinny boy with with short black hair and black eyes made his way into the room he wore a grey and orange checkered hoodie, a blue undershirt, some black sneakers for footwear, and a pair of black basketball shorts.

"So… we're competing in here now?" He asked.

"Yes, Ryder." Blaineley nodded in response to his question. "We are finally going out of the theater for once."

"Cool."

"Yeah. Anyway, this next veteran has been quite known amongst our fanbase due to having certain relationships outside the competing cast!" Don exclaimed. "Please welcome, Therion Suarez!"

A Hispanic boy with black wavy surfer styled hair entered the lobby. Compared to his long bangs from last season, they were a bit shorter like his hair, although they still covered the boy's brown right eye. He still has his stubble with a soul patch. His attire was a black and red unzipped hoodie jacket that reaches just above his midriff, a dark gray shirt with a white wolf decal, black sweatpants with a black and red 787 decal on the right side, some gaming headphones on his neck, black and red checkerboard running shoes on his feet, prescribe long black-rimmed glasses on his eyes, and lastly to add his accessories: a wolf necklace and a black bracelet on his wrist.

"Hey, nice to see you again, man." Ryder smiled as the two shared a friendly high five.

"Yeah, glad to see you guys here again as well!" Therion grinned. "Let's just hope that this season would be better than the last one."

"You think?" Brea said as she now took her turn in the next introduction. "Our next veteran was… an obvious villain back in Act II although some people have speculated and theorized that she might turn her ways this season. It's Toxa Pexine!"

A girl with indigo hair stepped in. Her long hair hair from last season was now cut into a shorter length but she still wore it half-up style. She no longer wore yellow eye contacts showing off its blue color. She wore a purple Nike crop top with three quarter length sleeves, distressed black jeans and white Vans.

"You again?" Mag almost raged. "How did you even get in?"

"I won the Soprano veteran poll and the viewers have chosen me to compete once again in this season. Deal with it or else." Toxa smirked to which Mag could only groan to.

"Our last veteran we'll be introducing is… Vanessa Navarro!"

The last veteran stepped in. Her red hair seemed to be a few inches longer than last time. Her red sweater was also switched for a blue one and her green sneakers were now yellow.

"So let me guess…" Vanessa stepped forward, a smug look forming her face. "These challenges will become even more stupid than before?"

"Well, yes and no." Misha shrugged. "I haven't really checked the damn list of challenges this season so I have no fucking idea."

Mag widened her eyes in disgust. "Are you kidding me? The horror challenge and the so-called hide and seek challenge aren't enough for you? Not even that camping challenge where some people nearly drowned in the river? Hell, even that secrets challenge may have affected people mentally, that's for sure!"

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa." Brea quickkly approached the rebellious girl. "That is Chris' fault. We came up with different challenges and as you can see, he is not even hosting this season!"

"What?" Colin raised an eyebrow in confusion (and in disbelief).

Chef grabbed a television remote from a nearby table where a television was placed. He turned it on, and looked at the veterans. "Watch."


Tape rolling…

It almost the end of the day since the hosts have chosen the cast for the season. Most of the staff members were exiting the building to head back into their homes for the night. The hosts were also gathering some of their things and about to leave the building when…

"Wait." A voice was heard from behind, causing the rests of the hosts, mainly Chef, Don, Brea, Blaineley, and of course Misha, to turn around.

"What is it?" Don asked him.

"I'm probably terminating my own contract as host."

The other hosts glanced at each other. Despite all the things that happened last season, they looked as if they were not really pleased to lose a host.

"I have a feeling I know what this is." Blaineley nodded. "We'll understand."

"Yeah. You can come back any time if you want to." Brea shrugged towards him. "If you do, don't do anything crazy."

"Good. I'll be watching the show from the sidelines. Maybe I'll come back. Who knows." Chris informed them.

They all waved at each other goodbye as the tape ended.


"Who the fuck recorded that?" Misha asked, having to think that some cameraman invaded a rather private conversation with the hosts.

"Of course it had to be the head of the cameramen aka Rosa Dela Rosa." Brea rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Can we move on now, please?"

Everyone turned to see Don who was patiently waiting for them to end the whole ordeal.

"Yes."

"Thank you. Now that we have all six of our veterans from Act II: Musical Power, let's head on to some of our different rooms in this building where we keep our contestants in the meantime while they wait for us to introduce them." Blaineley stated, causing one of the cameraman to switch the screen to where we could see our first set of contestants.


Theater (Backstage)

A pale hand slowly shifts on the red curtains of the theater's backstage. Some indistinct chattering can be heard from the other side of the said area, but it wasn't too clear.

The camera that was focused on a hand buried in the curtains zooms out, revealing a rather tall, fit young man with silvery crestfallen white hair reaching just by his neck. His deep blue eye contacts scanned through the curtains, afterwards giving off a rather satisfied look. A smile curved on his thin lips as he placed his hands back on the pockets of his blue Victorian style coat, in which he wore with a white dress shirt and gray formal pants.

"Ah, these curtains must have been made by some fine silk, so to speak." he ushered. "And looked new as well."

"Maybe because the people here just bought it recently." A feminine voice went by the other side. "It's honestly just curtains. Like, what makes you even fascinated about them?"

The camera turned about 180 degrees, revealing a girl with a rather average build. Her shoulder length, straight brown hair went back as she walked. Her hair was adorned by a black headband. And unsurprisingly, her dark brown eyes complimented her matching colored hair as they darted towards the silver haired boy.

She crossed her arms against her dark red sweater (which was pretty much tucked under a knee-length brown skirt) as her eyes never left him. She extended a hand in front of the boy for him to shake it.

"Abigail Bacel." The girl simply introduced herself.

"Brandon Arbiter. But please call me Bob." The boy returned, his hand about to shake hers, only to get slightly shocked, causing him to recoil back his hand as if he accidentally touched a burning pot. "Ow!"

Abigail could only laugh at his demise as she saw how her basic prank turned into a small success. "Nice to meet you." She added, stifling up a few more laughs before bursting out once again.

"Cheap trick." Bob muttered to himself as shook his own hand slowly and repeatedly.


Greenhouse

A pair of deep blue eyes scanned throughout the entirety of the room full of plants. Honestly, who gave the idea to have a greenhouse in the far end of the studio? Well, who knows.

This pair of deep blue eyes belonged to a tall, well-toned, handsome Caucasian boy, who was flicking his short, dark brown windblown hair in the process. He lightly brushed the rolled up sleeves of his navy blue button-down shirt, briefly caressing the silver chain necklace he had on his neck. He crossed his legs that were clothed in grey faded jeans and kept his feet worn in black chukka boots still, his eyes soon fixated on a girl looking not too far from him.

The girl looked almost as tall as him. She was Greek, and her olive skin that was donned with a few cuts, scrapes, and other blemishes radiated from the sunlight shining in the glass windows of the greenhouse that she was looking at with her narrow, red eyes. Her figure was also skinny but muscular and athletic, making you assume that she was a fighter. Her messy, waist length, sharp dark red and dark orange hair swayed behind her, with some of her black roots revealing.

Her attire gave her those strong 'you do not want to mess with me' vibes: a light gray sport bra with red and orange trim on the bottom, a spandex elastic cuff sweatpants with two knife holsters on it which this had a black with a red demon design on the right side, and a fur leather jacket tied around her waist leading to her pair of black and red combat boots on her feet. She also had a red 787 bandana tied around her right arm.

The brunet boy eyed her from head to toe, and made a teasing tsk tsk tsk sound in the process. "My my my, look what we have here-"

"And who you might be looking at..." The rather fiery red-orange haired girl turned to snap in his gaze with her flame red eyes. "Andrew Hanson?"

"How'd you-" the boy was about to ask, until his gaze turned to the floor, where a name tag of some sorts fell off. He swiftly grabbed it, stuffing it into his pocket, giving off a sheepish chuckle as the girl gave him an annoyed look. "Also, it's actually Drew. I mean… what's your name then?" he asked in a flirtatious manner.

"Bellona Rue." The fiery girl simply stated. "And don't give me that look, for I'm already after someone in this game." She added, her face forming a stern look, only for Drew to give her a look of confusion in return.


Cafeteria

An average built, pale girl sat by a cafeteria table. She had a mixed ethnicity on her: Ukranian, Russian, Finnish, Serbian… it almost seems confusing to most people once they know, but the mixed ethnicities complimented her looks anyway as they were paired along with her black, medium, wavy hair. She had her gray eyes closed, almost as if she was thinking about something. Her attire was pretty colorful: a yellow sweat coat with black stripes on it, a red t-shirt underneath, some black sweatpants with pockets on them, and dark blue socks with track shoes.

The rather short, thin, pale Canadian boy that was seated across from her screamed the word black. His black hair covered half of his face giving him that emo look. His black eyes, or in this case, eye as the other one was covered by his hair, looked down at the table in a seemingly neutral expression. His attire was also full of black in contrast to the girl's colorful outfit: a black turtleneck shirt with matching black jeans and black sneakers.

"So... black seems to be your favorite color, huh?" The wavy haired girl asked, her gray eyes now scanning the boy seated in front of her.

"...Maybe." the boy simply stated, not really wanting to talk much at all judging by his facial expressions.

The girl nodded to his extremely short response. After a few moments of dead air, she finally decided to introduce herself. "Oh, my name is Dragoslava Smirnova."

"...Huh?" the boy raised a confused eyebrow.

"Oh, haha." The girl laughs a bit, a bit flustered as to how she suddenly confused him with just her name. "Well my name is kind of a mouthful but, everyone calls me Blake."

"...Ah, I see." The emo looking boy responded, which led him to introducing himself also. "Edgar Bradamante."

"Cool."


Auditorium (Main Area)

An average, thin, tanned girl sat on one of those chairs you see in the movie theaters. She was sitting in a position where she held her legs close to herself. Her blonde hair draped down behind her as her lavender eyes looked around nervously, almost frantically. Her left hand grabbed a fistful of the hem of the blue dress she wore over a pair of jeans. She had her feet (in which she wore her favorite sneakers on them) up on the chair she was sitting on.

"Hmm, are you alright?" Asked a male voice coming from behind her, almost making her shudder and frightened due to how sudden it was. She slowly turned back to see who it was.

The camera turned to where the voice came from, revealing a rather stout, Italian young man. He had black short hair, which also somehow compliments his beard, (in which he takes really good care of). His incredibly dark, brown eyes met the girl's lavender pupils.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The Italian boy replied. As soon as he did not receive a response he decided to introduce himself so that at least she would familiarize herself with him. "My name is Fabio. Fabio Candelori." He says in a way you may assume that he is an theater actor of some sorts.

Speaking of Fabio, his attire also screams the word black similar to another contestant from earlier, but he gave off a more formal vibe than the mentioned. To him, he agrees with the saying most people have: wearing black makes you look thinner, after all. And that's what he believes. He wore a black long-sleeved polo shirt, black trousers, and black shoes on his feet. He also had on some fingerless black gloves, hiding whatever he is hiding on his skin.

The girl finally gained some courage to look upon Fabio's optimistic smile, and clears her throat to say her own name. "C-Crystal Smiths." She let out.

"Ah, Crystal. What a wonderful name." Fabio says, his smile not fading away from his face. "I do hope that we will get the chance to talk. Please, do not be afraid to see me if you need a helping hand or just someone to talk to. We barely do know each other, but we are all competing in this after all."

His words somehow gave a little bit of encouragement to Crystal.


Lounge

Compared to some of the other interactions we've had so far, this one was… going a bit downhill.

A girl and a boy sat across from each other in a lounge.

The girl gave off some "pretty girl with a mean attitude" vibe despite what she was wearing: mint green see through crop top with a white tank top underneath, a frilly gray skirt, knee high white socks, and gray flats. Her green painted nails were tapping rhythmically against the wooden brown coffee table that stood between them.

The lightly tanned, athletic Vietnamese-American boy that sat across from her had a sour look on his face, probably due to the vibes the girl was giving. He looked as if he just woke up and headed straight for the restaurant's kitchen judging by the messy long black hair he had, the eyebags below his brown eyes, and… his chef attire which consisted of a white chef's shirt donning two front pockets and three small buttons, a pair of black chef's pants and brown chef boots.

"Well, why did you even join here if you're so rich then?" Asked the boy.

"Because…" the girl tauntingly flipped her wavy brunette hair as her sharp green eyes looked at him. "Fame is what I'm after. I want to be remembered for a huge achievement like my father who went famous because of his opera skills. Unlike my mother who went famous for being a porn star!"

The boy nearly gagged at the last portion of her sentence, but swallowed as he went on. "Doubt that. You'll be remembered not only because of your father but your mother as well."

"Let's see about that." The icy British girl said as an ominous smirk form her pink tinted lips. "If you must know who I am, I am the one and only daughter of Claude Hart, and that is, Irene Hart."

The boy let out a taunting scoff. "Oh, I see." he chirped, although it looks as if it was in some form of sarcasm. "Well then, I am Gordoff Ramsilent."

Irene returned the taunting aspect by rolling her eyes whilst her smirk never left her face. "Oh, that is such an interesting name. Where did you get it? From Gordon Ramsay? Oh, it would be funny to see you two interact in the near future! Oh! There was a Gordon last season. Imagine the faces and the reactions you'll be getting if you two were to meet up in such a lovely atmosphere~"

Gordoff sighed in frustration. Seeing that eyeroll and all those teases Irene gave made him slightly pissed but his facial expressions showed that he didn't give a damn.


Producer's Headquarters

"I can't believe we're actually in one of those areas where you're not supposed to." A male voice echoed through the room, followed by a chuckle presumably coming from him.

"I know right?" A female voice laughed after him. "Who knows why were placed in here out of all places?"

The camera zoomed in a bit closer, where we could see the boy and the girl sitting on two different chairs behind some tables that had papers on them.

The German boy looked pretty tall even though he was only sitting. He had a muscular build on him, blended with warm ivory skin. His hair was light blonde, styled in an undercut fade that complimented his facial features as well as his bright blue happy eyes. Some of his facial features include a nick near the end of his left eyebrow and a small goatee. He wore a plain black a-shirt as a top, forest green cargo pants as bottoms, and black military like boots. A tattoo was also seen going up his right arm ending it on his left bicep, which almost looks like a mircophone and its cord.

The girl seemed a bit shorter than him. Judging by her own looks, she appeared to be British in ethnicity, which also blended with her rather scrawny build. Her hair was black and medium length and her green eyes gave her an intimidating yet neutral look. The clothing that she chose for her attire is pretty simple as well: a pain black hoodie with a shirt underneath, black shorts, and red shoes that she wore on her feet.

"Maybe they've ran out of ideas of where to put us in." The boy joked, causing them to spur up some laughter between each other. "We're probably talking in here and might as well forgot to introduce each other!"

"...Yeah." the girl simply nodded.

"Well then if that's the case, I'm Gustav Dimegate!" Gustav smiled as he introduced himself. "And you are?"

"Luciana Ignis." The girl stated with a now neutral expression as if some thoughts were running up into her mind…

"Nice to meet you." Luciana finally said.


Costume Area

"Wow, these look neat. " A female's voice was heard. It seems as though she was in awe of the several articles of clothing hanging from each clothing rack. The styles of the clothes were varied from casual, elegant, rebellious, and chic. Different other styles of clothes were seen up ahead as the two teens sauntered forward. The simplest pieces of clothing caught the girl's eye most of all.

"...Yeah." A male's voice responded.

The camera gave a clear shot of the two. The tall, lightly tanned girl looking at the clothes section gave off the rather elegant, luxurious aura, judging by the jeweled hairpin that held her dark brown hair up in an elegant high bun. Her attire also contributed to her look: a white unbuttoned cardigan over a light pink knee length dress, white flats with ankle straps, and a small light pink crossbody bag. Her eyes had deep blue contacts which were actually light brown. These were made up with soft brown eyeshadow and eyeliner.

The slightly shorter, thin, boy that was slightly tanned. He had medium black hair with bangs covering his right eye, kind of similar to Edgar from earlier. Similar to the girl with him, he also wore contact lenses has his eye color was purple instead of his natural green color. His clothing was pretty basic as he had his favorite red hoodie, black jeans, and red trainers. The simple styled headphones around his neck presumably had no music playing, considering they were by his neck and not by his ears.

"I'm a fan of more basic things." The girl stated, gazing towards some costumes off to the right. "I'm kind of glad that we were placed here out of all places."

"Y… yeah…" the boy could only nod, not entirely sure how to respond to her. She seemed pretty cool in his opinion but some thoughts clouded his mind, preventing him to respond even further.

"Yeah. What's your name?" The girl asked him, willing to introduce herself once he does so.

"Jeremiah Rose." the boy quickly answers. "Although I prefer being called Jeremy."

"Ah, I see." She chuckled. "Well, nice to meet you! I'm Marion Lavelle."

She offered her hand for him to shake it, but Jeremy didn't do so after a few seconds, causing Marion to keep her hand to herself, slightly thinking he was uncomfortable.

"Yeah… nice to meet you too, Marion." He finally replied after what almost seemed like forever.


Achievement Gallery (yes, this is the same spot where the Act II aftermaths happened)

Footsteps coming from a pair of black beaten up Converse were heard from a distance. The camera was focused on a trophy case filled with only a few awards inside, but better than nothing.

The camera zoomed out a bit, getting a side view of a rather short, Asian girl sporting a few lean muscles and slight curves here and there complimenting her figure. Her dark brown eyes darted across from one award inside the trophy case to another.

She let out a rather satisfied sigh, softly running a hand donned with a few small scars through her black, fishtail braided hair with it dyed purple on the tips.

The attire this girl wore was somehow in between a bit ragged and simple at the same time. It was as simple as her plain white crop top and dark washed skinny jeans, but it had a balance of slightly ragged just like her rather fake black leather jacket, all paired up with her beaten up shoes which almost looked as if she had just won a fight against a gangster.

"Wow…" she chuckled quietly to herself. "I wonder if these awards are all earned by the artists of this company or they just bought from some random trophy store to show them off."

"I won't say that if I were you." A male voice went as he approached her, running a hand through his black, medium length, pushed back hair. The girl glanced at the boy approaching her. Man, look how tall he is, like, almost a foot in height difference.

"What makes you say that, then?" the Asian girl asked, observing how his dark brown eyes constantly looked from the trophy cases, then at her, and vice versa.

The brown skinned Hispanic boy chuckled, finding it a bit amusing with how his outfit is somehow a similar counterpart to the girl's (save for the ragged aspect): a brown leather jacket with a white undershirt underneath, black jeans, and black boots on his feet.

"It will take absolute tremendous effort to receive such achievement. Awards are extremely valuable to an achiever such as myself and people may have worked and sacrificed themselves to attain such perfection." He said. His phrases were a bit wordy, so this left the girl a bit baffled but kept on her poker face anyway. "I'm Julian Sagona by the way."

"Sara Wong." the girl simply states her name, not making eye contact with the taller boy as he gave her some… douchebag vibes.


Filming Studio

A really tall, muscular, light skinned boy looked in awe all around the filming studio. There were some green screens displayed on the sidelines followed by a few spotlights. Some cameras that were not being used were just on the side.

He grinned from ear to ear as his green eyes skimmed all throughout the room. His left arm and shoulder both have tattoos of circles. His blonde hair was up in a manbun. His blonde beard was also present just on his chin. His attire was pretty simple as well: a light blue tank top, pure white jeans, and shoes that matched his jeans.

He then stepped back, his eyes not taking away the excitement that he was holding. In fact, he was so absorbed into the entire atmosphere until he accidentally bumped into someone from behind.

"Oops-"

He looked behind and saw a girl shorter than him. She had a petite build and tanned skin. Her hair was light brown, but there were flecks of multi-colored paint on it. Her emerald green eyes met his.

She had on a graphic t-shirt with an unfamiliar indie band on it, and ripped skinny jeans. These clothes were splattered with various paint stains, giving her a cheerful colorful vibe.

"Sorry about that!" The boy chuckled. "Didn't see you there."

"Same here." The girl chuckled in as well, extending her hand out to him. "Tessa Walker. But I prefer Tess."

The boy quickly shook her hand. "I'm Orlando La'Ronde."

"Cool. Nice to meet you!" Tess grinned, before returning her attention to her surroundings. "So… what do you like doing?"

"Let's throw a party." Orlando smirked as he rubbed his hands together. "We can invite the rest of the newbies in for the fun! Oh, and also the veterans, they might seem pretty cool."

"Hmm… I would rather prefer travelling or touring around this building… maybe check out some of the artworks they have here… pretty cool and fascinating if you ask me." Tess replied, having to oppose Orlando's rather fun plan.

"Ah, I'm cool with that, I guess. Maybe later on?"

"Yeah, sure!"


Recording Studio

The sounds of a pen writing on a notebook of some sorts echoed throughout the recording room, but the camera wasn't focused on it. Instead, it focused on a skinny girl of average height who was seated on one of the chairs in the studio. Similar to Sara, she looked Chinese but also looked as if she had another ethnicity mixed into her. She had a rosy skin color on her, and her long, black, straight hair elegantly drapes down behind her with a few bangs on the side of her head.

She had her hands on her lap which was covered by a navy blue skirt held up by a matching belt. A white cross-strapped top was tucked under it while she had on a cream colored cardigan on top. She tapped her foot on the ground where the sound of her dark blue sandals making contact with the floor echoed a bit. Her black, intimidatingly beautiful eyes (who were sort of less intimidating than Luciana's) were locked towards a boy who was seated not too far from her, and obviously, the sounds of writing in a notebook came from him. It seems as if she was observing him intently.

The boy she was observing on looked rather charming; he seemed to be in the middle of thin and muscular. Judging by his flattened, dark brown-dirty blonde short hair, pale skin, his ocean blue eyes that stared onto his notebook, and the rest of his facial looks, he seems to be American.

His attire is pretty casual too: a cyan polo shirt under a navy blue hoodie with the hood down, black jeans, and black running shoes with blue stripes. He also had a brown wristwatch on his left hand, the one that gripped the pen as he was writing god-knows-what on that notebook of his.

Speaking of which...

"What are you writing?"

His grip on the notebook significantly became tighter and stopped writing as soon as he heard the girl's cold voice. His eyes then met the girl's, thinking of an answer at the back of his mind.

"Personal things." He simply stated, worried that she may think of it as an alibi.

"Alright."

His mind let out a sigh of relief. The girl noticed this, but decided to head onto a different route.

"I'm Yves Chiu." She said, still in her rather cold voice. "Or… Yves Jimenez-Chiu if you count my foster surname."

"Uh, cool." He said with a slight smile, not knowing what to say. "I'm Vernon Ford. Just… don't give me a nickname, though."

"I see." Yves said as she gave him a small smirk.


Fresh Ent. - Lobby

"And there we have it, our fellow viewers!" Blaineley announced towards the camera with a joyous smile on her face. "We have just finished getting a small glimpse of our newbies. But now, we will be meeting them here in the lobby at this very moment!"

"Now, for the newbies, tell us your full name, age, birthday, where you live, and one fact about yourself." Don ordered the new teens who just happened to enter the lobby and form a straight line, compared to the veterans from Act II who were already waiting from the other side of the lobby.

"Let's go ahead and have them be introduced." Brea announced, holding a piece of paper in her hands, which presumably was a list of the current contestants of the season. "We'll be going by… the alphabetical order of your last names. And since we have someone whose last name starts with an A, Bob, you're first."

Bob quickly complied and walked to the front of the lobby, secretly complaining in the back of his head that he was the one that had to go first out of all people. He clears his throat, and prepares to introduce himself.

"Good day, fellow competitors and fellow viewers! My name is Brandon Arbiter, but most refer to me as Bob. I am 19 years old, which I have just turned so last January 22nd. I am from Ottawa, Canada since my toddler days, though I am actually born in the United Kingdom yet I did not adapt the English way of lifestyle. I am also interested in the Victorian era since I was a young kid, and this has majorly influenced me on how I dress and act." Bob introduced himself in the most formal and emphasized way he could.

Don just slowly nodded in response. "...Yes. We have heard enough. Thank you." He cleared his throat. "Next, we have Abigail."

Abigail strutted up to the stage very casually, looking at everyone in the process. She finally positioned herself just by the microphone stand. "Hey, I'm Abigail. I-"

"Full name, please." Blaineley ordered. Even Abigail looked annoyed at the sudden command.

She decided to make a quick run down of her own introduction to not take up too much time. "...Well then, I am Abigail Allison Bacel, 18 years old, and I'm born on June 30th in Toronto, Canada. Also, I love to prank, so if I were you, I'd get my ass ready."

Brea stifled up a chuckle as Abigail left her spot. "Yeah, thanks. Next in our list is Edgar."

Edgar went up on the centerstage with a completely neutral expression. The emo took a deep breath and began his intro. "My name is Edgar Bradamante and… I am 18 years old. I was born on February 20 and I do not know why do we have to say when our birthdays are, but who cares. I am from Calgary, Canada. You can clearly see the fact I have right now but if you don't get it, then there is something wrong with my explanation." He says pessimistically before leaving the centerstage.

"Uhm… thank you… Edgar. Wonder if he will go down the same route like what Clayton did in Act I. Hmm..." Chef says unsurely but continued anyway. "Up next, we have Fabio."

Fabio sauntered up towards the stage, straightening his top in the process before looking at everyone. "Greetings, everyone. My name is Fabio Candelori, 18 years of age. I was born on August 25 in the country of Italy. One fact about yours truly is that I have always been a fan of the theater and I will be sure to pursue that as soon as I take my first step in this building."

Blaineley gave a nod with a smile curving up her lips, seemingly impressed with his introduction. "Impressive. Let's see what do our other teens have to say… anyway, we have Gustav next on the list."

Gustav made his way up to the centerstage right when Fabio exited, an optimistic grin across his cheeks. "Hello, everyone! I am Gustav Frederick Dimegate, 18 years old, and I am born on June 18 in Aachen, Germany." He paused for a bit to think of a fact about him. "I'm not sure what to say for my fact, honestly. But just know that if you need a helping hand, I'm your guy!"

He ended his own introduction on a positive note as he went down the centerstage, to make way for the next teen.

"Thank you Gustav, for that… intro. You lowkey reminded me of Zack..." Misha nodded, going a bit so-so towards him so far. "Next up on this damn list is… Vernon."

Vernon almost jumped in surprise, most likely due to not paying full attention and just focused on his notebook. He quickly went up the centerstage and began his introduction.

"Uhh, hi. I'm Vernon Joshua Ford, but… don't call me anything else other than Vernon." He started off sheepishly. "I'm 17 years old, born on February 12 in Detroit, Michigan and I uh, don't really like singing… Yeah, that's it." He ended off awkwardly, almost running out of the stage.

Brea snickered in the background. "Why sign up when you can't even sing-"

Blaineley scowled at her. "There's a difference between not wanting to sing and cannot sing, you know that? Great. Anyway, let's now hear it up for Drew!"

Drew confidently sauntered up to the stage with a smug smile on his face, eyeing everyone (mostly girls) in the process. "Ahem. My name Andrew James Hanson, but you can call me Drew because it's shorter and saves up speech time." He chuckled. "Moving along, I'm 18, November 15's my b-day, and I'm from Brooklyn, New York. Ain't it obvious~?"

"No." Bellona muttered to herself, but no one heard her.

"Yeah. Also, I'm a lounge singer, so I highly suggest that you deal with it." He added, wiggling his eyebrows that accompanied his flashy smile causing a few girls to swoon while others just let out a scoff.

"Thank you, Drew. Up next, we have Irene!" Brea smiled, although it looked more like a sarcastic smile (to which made Vanessa slightly chuckle on the sidelines).

Irene strutted up to the stage in a… let's say in a bitch-y manner.

"Hello, my fellow fans~" she greeted in a singsong voice. "I am Irene Claudia Hart, daughter of the famous opera singer, Claude Hart. I am 19 years of age, born two days before New Year in the United Kingdom." She boasted. "And if you must know, I aspire to become one of the best opera singers of this generation starting by winning this contest. Mark my words."

"Yeah, thanks." Misha rolled her eyes. "...Bitch. Okay, bitching aside, let's now have… Luciana!"

Luciana stepped into the stage with her head held high, giving off somewhat an intimidating vibe within her as she began her speech. "Good morning to everyone watching right now. I am Luciana Ignis, 17 years old born on May 21st in the state of Georgia. I may not have a fact with me right now but…" she leaned closer to the microphone and spoke in a bit of a deeper voice.

"You don't know what is coming." She winked, before exiting the stage, mixed reactions spreading amongst the cast.

"Uh, thank you, Luciana!" Don quickly ended as if he was already freaking out. "Up next in our long list is a trainee in this company, Yves!"

Yves just quietly walked up to the stage and faced her competition. "Hello everyone, my name is Yves Jimenez-Chiu. I am 17 years old, born on May 26 in England but I've lived here in Chicago ever since. My fact is that I am both a ballerina and a shadow dancer of a group me and my siblings formed, so expect me to be more contemporary dance oriented." She explained herself in a rather stern but quiet tone before exiting.

"Thank you, Yves." Blaineley slowly nodded, not knowing how to respond in full honesty. "Now, let's welcome… Orlando!"

Orlando giddily headed up to the stage and smirked. "What's up, everyone! Orlando Kyle La'Ronde here! I'm 19, making me one of the older people here, I guess! I'm born on June 14 as well, and I am from Florida! One fact of me? I love to party!"

Blaineley nodded as the teen finished his intro. "Thank you for that upbeat intro, Rolando-"

"Orlando."

"Orlando. Sorry, my mistake. Mixed up the O and the R." Blaineley apologized as Orlando made his way back to the cast. "But now, let's give it up for Marion!"

Marion elegantly walked up to the stage, in a different way from how Irene walked up earlier if you were wondering. She gave a small wave to everyone before beginning her quick intro.

"Greetings to all of you. My name is Marion Lavelle, age 19, and my date of birth is July 29 and I come from the land of France. Lastly, a fact that I would share about myself is that I am more oriented in different styles pertaining to fashion, so do expect that." She gave off a quick bow before heading off.

"Thanks." Misha quickly responded, almost tired of thanking every contestant after every single introduction. "Next up is Gordoff… god, what a lame ass name, I-"

Misha was quickly interrupted as Gordoff made his way to the stage confidently.

"Not gonna make this long. My name is Gordoff Semaj Ramsilent and if anyone DARES to make fun of my name, then I will cook an egg on top of your head and make sure not only the egg is fried but as well as your scalp. And I already said my fact: DON'T MAKE FUN OF MY NAME. Thank you." He bowed before going back down towards to where the rest of the cast is.

"Many thanks for that intro... Gordoff." Brea said in a neutral manner but kept on going. "Next person on the list, we have Jeremy!"

Jeremy gave off a slightly bashful smile as he went up to the stage, trying to get over his shyness as it was the first day. "H-hello, everyone! I'm Jeremiah Rose… but you may call me Jeremy! Uh… what else… I am 17 years old and I'll be turning 18 this February. Hm… also, I am from Canada and… one fact about me is that I am a huuuuuuge fan of musicals!" He ended with the smile still on his face, Fabio seemingly looking at him with interest from the sidelines, possibly due to liking theater and musicals just like him.

"Man, I am really looking forward to these motherfuckers." Misha smirked, forgetting to say thank you for the first time. "Let's now have Bellona."

Bellona strutted up to the stage with her boots clanking on the floor. "Hello everyone~ I'm Bellona Rue, 19, born on March 29 in Miami. One thing though, keep yourselves away from him or else."

By "him", everyone assumed that she was referring to one of the veterans mostly due to her intense stares towards the veteran she was referring to. More specifically, Therion, who nearly made a fist with his left hand, but not everyone put the pieces together and thought that Bellona was referring to him out of all people.

"And that was Bellona, everyone…" Don said, in a creeped out way once more as he observed Bellona's movements, while the mentioned went down the stage. "Anyway, we now enter our last five, starting with Julian!"

Julian rubbed his hands together in excitement as he stepped forward onto the stage, not wasting time as he quickly proceeded to his intro.

"Good morning to all viewers, producers, staffs, and most of all, to my fellow contestants." He started off formally (to which Sara rolled her eyes to). "I am Julian Treyton Sagona. But most people refer to me as either Julian or JT. I am 19 years of age, and born on March 2 in Seattle, Washington. Not to be confused with Washington D.C." he added. "And lastly, I am what this show lacks on: a rapper. Which I highly doubt that any of you are as well, so I will do my best achieve the goal I have set on." He takes a quick bow to end his presidential-like speech before leaving the stage.

"Thanks, Julian for that intro." Blaineley stated in a bored tone, wanting to move on. "Let's now hear it from Blake."

A smirk crept up on Blake's face as she walked up to the centerstage to get started on her intro.

"Eyyy, the name's Dragoslava Anatolyevna Smirnova, but I know you won't get my name that easily so just call me Blake. So, I'm 18 and my birthday was on December 24th, and I'm from Moscow, Russia." She stated, but went dead air a few seconds later as she forgot about her own fact.

"Nu blyat-" she swore to herself, but realized what she just said. "I mean uh… let's say that I cook a lot. Yeah."

Once these words escape from her mouth, Gordoff let out a slight chuckle but kept to himself as no on heard him.

"Okay… thanks, Blake..." Chef slowly nodded, unable to think of anything more to say. "Let's give it up now for… Crystal."

Crystal shakily made her way up to the stage, nervous as hell. Unlike Jeremy earlier, it looks as if she couldn't speak up. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes shut, opening them once more after a few seconds. "Um… m-my name is… C-Crystal Smiths… I-I'm… 17, born on… F-February 21st… and…" she starts to sweat profusingly. "I'm f-from T-Tampa Bay, Florida… and…"

And that's where she stopped. She quickly ran out of the stage, turned to the wall, and attempted to calm herself down. Some others went over to her while Fabio patted her back.

"You did good, Crystal sooo… don't worry too much about introductions, I guess.." Brea acknowledged. "But up next for our second to last contestant, we have Tess!" She cheered, already happy that the introductions are almost over with.

"Greeting, my fellow viewers! My name is Tessa Walker, but I go by Tess. I am 17 years old, born on June 17, right here in Chicago! A fact about me is that… I love art. I love travelling. So I guess those two aspects eventually make me, well, me." She said before giving a short bow, exiting the centerstage.

"Thank you, Tess. Looks like we've found the Sami of Act III… And our last but not the least because her last name literally starts with a W, we have Sara!" Don exclaimed.

Sara almost ran to the stage and got there in less than five seconds, making her way to the microphone. "Hey what's up, I'm Saraphina Anne Wong, but just call me Sara. I'm 17 and August 30 is my birthday and I am also from New York. My fact is that if you mess with me, you don't know what is coming after you." She quickly stated before dashing her way out of the stage.

"That was… speedy." Brea said randomly before turning her attention back to the contestants. "Well, now that we know who is who, let's get started with our gameplay discussion."

At this rate, some unnamed staff members rushed into the room with a few boxes on their hands. Some of the others were either scared to see what could be in those boxes, while others were excited. A few of the veterans however, felt a a sense of familiarity just by the sounds of plastic figurines clashing each other.

One by one, the hosts grabbed some figurines and placed them on a long white table.

"Wait a minute," Mag interrupted the host as she stared at the figurines being placed right in front of the twenty-six teens. "We're gonna have to deal with these again?"

Misha sheepishly laughed, the now-turned hostess remembering all the mayhem she caused back when she eliminated three people in a snap. "Yeah."

Colin groaned in frustration. "So that just means that I have to deal with getting even more Eighth Notes, huh? Of course." He ended with a dramatic sigh as usual.

Gustav let out a slight chuckle seeing some of the reactions from the veterans. "Well, I for once am pretty excited to see what these figurines do. Are they some kind of power-ups or…"

"Well, not all of them are." Ryder answered from behind. "Some can end up degrading you, based on what happened last season."

"Like you do not want to know what the Time Signature is." Toxa chimed in.

"Stop spoiling!" Brea snapped. "I hate spoiling you peeps. I mean, I like spoiling my viewers but not counting you."

Blaineley pointed to a small room with a brown door. "Over there is the confessional booth. Feel free to express yourself in there. It's free, because like what I said earlier, feel free."

All the teens turned their attention to look at the confessional booth… or… room, which seemed a bit more luxurious compared to the previous two seasons. It had a red velvet armchair where the contestant may sit on, a small brown coffee table, and another round table containg a small vase with flowers on it. The walls were black, and the floor was mahogany brown.


Crystal: "This seems scary…"

Fabio: "Well, if it means dodging these items for the grand prize, then there's no choice but to get through them somehow." He says with a confident smirk.


"So… would you all like to find out what do these babies do?" Blaineley asked the teens.

The veterans didn't even react to begin with as they already knew what do they do. Some newbies had curious looks plastered on their faces (Orlando, Gustav, Bob), some had worried looks (Crystal, Jeremy, Vernon), and some are just plain uninterested (Bellona, Drew, Irene).

"Well…" Brea laughed menacingly. "It's a prank because you'll be finding that out next time!"

"Seriously?" Vanessa groaned. "You're seriously pranking us?"

Abigail let out a chuckle at this point. "I like that."

"Actually," Misha began, everyone toning down their voices the second she spoke. "Since it's just your first fucking day being here, we're giving you this day to just chill for a moment. You know, get settled into your rooms and whatnot. Tomorrow is where the crazy shit starts happening."

Brea had four keys on her hands. "We have four dorms for you guys. Two rooms will fit about seven people while the other two will fit six."

"Wait… are these rooms co-ed or-"

"No." Brea answered, giving Jeremy a huge sigh of relief. "We've already arranged them for you. The older boys will be on one room, and the younger boys will be on another. Same goes for the girls."

"...Is this why we had to say our age and birthday?" Gustav asked.

"Most likely yes." Don nodded in response to his question. (To which Gordoff almost chuckled in the corner since he forgot to do so but who would give a damn honestly, lol)

"Alright, listen up maggots." Chef ordered, fishing out a list from a random white folder he was carrying. "The first dorm will have the older boys, the ones who look 18 or 19 years old. So that will consist of… Orlando, Julian, Bob, Therion, Gordoff, Gustav, and Edgar."

"Hey, I'm 18 too!" Drew declared.

Fabio also joined him. "Yes, me too."

"Well, tough luck. Based on your birthdays, you two are a few months younger than Gustav and Edgar who are also 18, so you're going to be with the younger boys." Chef retorted.

"Ah, that is perfectly okay." Fabio nodded in understanding while Drew had a smirk on his face.


Drew: "So… I get to sleep with babies, huh~?" He asked, until he realized what he just said. "Not like THAT. Well, I'm bisexual anyway, what else do you expect~?"


Misha grabbed the list from Chef. "Okay bitches, here's who's going in dorm two. Technically, Vanessa's almost 20 so you're definitely taking a spot here. Otherwise, Bellona, Irene, Marion, Toxa, Mag, and Abigail are with you as well."


Mag: "Nice. I get to sleep with Toxic Pexine. AGAIN. Hmph."

Vanessa: "Does this make me the oldest in the whole cast?"


"Hey do I have the same case with Drew and Fabio because I'm 18 too, you know!" Blake said. "But… that's fine, haha. I'm a December kid and December's the last month of the alphabet so I guess that makes sense."

"Last month of the alphabet?" Julian questioned her. "Well, you do know that you're talking about months, right?"

"Nu blyat," Blake swore in Russian even though no one could comprehend about what she just said. "Yeah, I know. I meant last month of the year."

"Yeah, you're sleeping with the younger girls." Misha told her.


Blake: "Hey, at least I get to make new friends, right?"


Don cleared his throat. "Okay, for dorm number three, we have Drew and Fabio like we mentioned earlier, as well as Colin, Ryder, Vernon, and Jeremy."

Ryder glanced at Colin who nodded towards him, then at Fabio and Drew who already knew about this, and lastly towards Jeremy and Vernon who were pretty much silent.


Ryder: "I'm gonna be with Colin again which is not bad since we kinda share the same room throughout the time we had in Act II. I can kinda tell that Drew may be a problem though. Fabio doesn't seem so bad either and he looks like someone to befriend easily but Jeremy and Vernon easily look like the shy type so maybe Colin and I could talk to them."


"So for our last dorm," Brea began, eyeing the bottom part of the list she was now holding. "We have Blake, Yves, Crystal, Tess, Sara, and Luciana."

"Cool." Sara neutrally commented. Tess and Luciana both smiled at each other while Crystal and Yves just nodded. Blake also gave the girls a thumbs-up.


Tess: "They seem pretty fun!"

Luciana: "If these are the teams, then they better prepare because something is coming right in their way…" she smirked.


"Just to make things clear, these are NOT your teams." Blaineley announced to which some people groaned at, while a few (like Mag) cheered. "The teams will be set tomorrow via a challenge."

"Nice. Can't wait for it!" Gustav grinned excitedly.

"Y-yeah…" Crystal shakingly nodded.

"Well then, what are you all waiting for? The dorms are on the fourth floor so go ahead and slack off for the day, maggots." Chef ordered.

With this, the teens up and left for their rooms. The keys were also given to Orlando, Bellona, Fabio, and Blake respectively.

Once the teens left the lobby, the hosts gathered up for the outro.

"Wait… we didn't introduce the interns, didn't we?" Don pointed out, glancing at some people off camera.

"We'll do it next time, I'm already tired." Brea yawned, her eyes wanting to shut down soon. "Seriously, I haven't slept last night."

Blaineley sighed at the girl's complaint. "Anyway, what will happen with our cast?"

"What friendships, rivalries, relationships, and fucking love triangles will we get?" Misha asked towards the camera.

"What challenges will we face?" Chef followed.

"And most of all, who is going home first?" Don asked dramatically.

Brea took the next turn. "Time to start all over again for this season. But find out next time when we reach the second part of the first episode in…"

"TOTAL DRAMA ACT III: ODYSSEY OF PERFORMANCE!" Everyone exclaimed.

End of Part 1.


Day 1, 11:00 AM - Part 2 Transition


Fresh Ent. - Lobby

Misha let out a long and exhausted sigh as she sat on a brown marble bench inside the building's huge lobby area. "It's been barely noon and I am already so fucking tired, I mean, have you all motherfuckers seen my eyebags? Big as shit!"

"You're not the only one, you know." Brea rolled her dark eyes as she stared onto the former contestant. "You do know that we have to do this like every single morning? I've been doing this since season one and for sure, I'm way more tired than you are."

Don checked the time on his brown leather wristwatch. It was an hour before noon.

"Okay, we're gonna have to film the episode intro by now." He announced to his fellow co-hosts. "The cameramen should be here any minute."

"Speak of the devil-" Chef muttered as he saw the head of all the cameramen, Rosa Dela Rosa. The blonde young adult walked past them towards the other hallway as if she didn't even saw them sitting by the benches.

"Why don't you go ask Rosa over there and see if there are any cameramen coming back here to film?" Chef said, nudging Blaineley in the process.

The hostess in red sighed in annoyance, but complied anyway. "Fine, I'll do so."

It wasn't too long until the camera crew showed up getting ready to film.

"FINALLY, THANK GOD, THAT TOOK FUCKING FOREVER YOU KNOW!" Misha shouted.


Blaineley: She could only roll her eyes towards the camera. "You know, sometimes I think that Misha REALLY needs to control her language. Like, Brea can even do that from time to time but her? Nah. Even I don't know why they decided to pick her out of all people."


After everyone got into their places, the cameramen then gave the cure to start filming.

"Alright, we're rolling in three… two… one… action."

"Last time on Total Drama Act," Chef began this time, using the most host-y voice he could possibly do. "We've met all of our contestants. The veterans were introduced first and we all got a glimpse of some interactions with the newbies in pairs."

"Right now, we'll be seeing some interactions in their rooms." Don added, adding some flair into his speech by wriggling his eyebrows towards the end.

"We'll also be able to get a peek on them getting prepared for their first performance which will happen tomorrow evening." Blaineley stated in a normal tone.

"Will there be conflict? Will there be chaos? Or will there be just… normal interactions?" Brea asked the camera. "Find out right now here on-"

"Total Drama Act III: Odyssey of Performance!"

The camera fades to the theme song.


Day 1, 11:30 AM


Fresh Ent. - 3rd Floor

Elevator doors opened with a soft ding as the contestants exit out from them. Blake was the one leading the pack, holding a red key.

"Welp, I guess our room's right here." She said, pointing to a brown door with a red tag on it. "Try and see if those other doors' tags match the color of the key you're holding."

"Noted." Fabio replied. Orlando gave her a thumbs up while Bellona just simply sauntered away from them, eventually finding their own designated door.

It didn't took too long as everyone got into their respective rooms rather quickly.


Dorm 1 (Orlando, Julian, Bob, Therion, Gordoff, Gustav, Edgar)

The seven older boys have entered the first dorm room seen in the building. Everything looked pretty simple; the walls were in a dark shade of green, decorated with thinner stripes that were in a different shade of the color. Floors were dark wooden brown and looked as if they were glazed with floorwax just a few hours ago. There were four bunks beds with two on each side, mostly enough for eight people in the room. There was also a window between the opposing sides that sat between two cabinets. A small table with a lamp sits between each pair of bunk beds. And lastly, a green fluffy rug sits in he middle of everything; not to mention the room having a scent of linen that somehow complimented everything inside it.

"...Wow, spiffy." Orlando commented with a bemused smirk, eventually tossing his backpack on one of the bottom bunk beds, as well as hanging the key right by the doorknob. "So who wants to bunk with me?"

"I'll take the bunk above you, bro." Gustav gave him a friendly grin, placing his own bag on the top of Orlando's bunk before the two boys shared a high five.

Bob looked over at Edgar who was just looking at the ground. The silver haired boy then decided to speak up to him. "Would you like to bunk with me?"

"No, I deserve to sleep in the floor." Edgar shrugged, dropping his bag to the ground not too far away from the bunk and the rug in the middle.

Bob gave Edgar a formal chuckle. "No need to be so silly, no one's sleeping at the floor since no one would want to wake up only to yell out in the middle of the night due to back pain. Here, would you like the top bunk or the bottom bunk?"

Edgar looked at him for a few seconds, before placing his own bag on the bottom bunk, thus laying down on it.

"Top for me it is." Bob declared as he climbed up on the bunk above the emo with his bag on hand.

"Aw poo, there's no tv!" a voice whined from the other side, presumably belonging to Orlando.

"And there's no fridge or mini stove here." Gordoff added, almost checking every single nook and cranny in the room.

Gustav shrugged. "Well, this is a dorm room after all. I don't think the hosts would want us to just hang out in here all day."

This caused Julian to scoff a little, before giving them a slight laugh. "Why would you want to look for a fridge or a mini stove when clearly the building has a cafeteria we could eat in, Gordoff?" He asked the cook, placing his own stuff on the bottom bunk below Gordoff's chosen bunk.

"I cook. Cooking is my life. Got a problem with that?" Gordoff asked him back, crossing his arms in the process.

Julian just shrugged in return. "None at all. But you might want to put down the whole chef act as we are competing in a music-based season and not a cooking-based one. So in short, winning challenges and achieving goals just by having adequate knowledge of the culinary aspect is almost impossible."

Therion sighed. "It won't be impossible if you remembered what happened in Act II." stated the veteran, taking the last bunk all to himself whilst putting his stuff on the top bunk before resting on the bottom. "Not all challenges in this season are music-based."

"Touché." Gordoff muttered.


Bob: "Edgar is… a tough person to get along with, but with my social skills, I will be able to befriend him just fine… does it look like I have any bad intentions towards the fellow? No, right? Because I don't. Now scram."

Edgar: "Why do people want to befriend some loser like me, again? Would they want to fail because of my possible friendship status with them? Certainly not, this is obviously a trick."

Gordoff: "I'm going to say this right now: not a fan of Julian. He looks like he's always been sprinkled with pepper. See where I'm getting at? Sometimes, he can just make you annoyed like how annoying it is when you sneeze after adding black pepper."

Gustav: "These folks are a weird bunch but they're not too bad! Orlando however looks like someone I can get along with the most but I guess it wouldn't hurt to much if I were to befirend all of them, haha."

Julian: "Please, no one is going to get far if they do not have the certain capabilities for performing. Unless if there is a talent show challenge in the making, then I say that this tean so far… is bogus."

Orlando: "This place is pretty great so far! Thing is, they're lacking a tv which kinda sucks but I think that this would be a good place to party for now! I hope the others would agree with ke for this because I'm sure Gustav does too!"

Therion: "As a veteran, I'm honestly not too sure of how should I think about them. Orlando and Gustav are pretty good, Julian and Gordoff looked as if they are going to argue soon, and Bob and Edgar may just be the next Ryder and Colin of this season… geez, now I know how Robert felt."


Dorm 2 (Vanessa, Bellona, Irene, Marion, Toxa, Mag, Abigail)

The seven older girls have all entered their own dorm room, which looked highly similar to the first dormroom from earlier; only, everything was in a shade of yellow.

"Eww… yellow." Irene grimaced at the sight of the room's chosen color scheme.

"You afraid of bright colors?" Marion asked with a chuckle as she settled her baggage on the bottom bunk near the window. "Well, that's new."

The opera singer scoffed and rolled her green eyes towards the elegant fashionista who was seated just above her. "I am not afraid of bright colors, they just make me feel queasy. As you can see, most of my clothes are in a darker shade of color, save for my white clothes."

"At least your hair isn't as bright as Toxa's." Mag muttered under her breath. However, this only made the multi-colored-haired veteran glare at her.

"Don't mess with me, Mag." Toxa snarled, only to shriek as a small ball hit her head. "Hey, who gives?!"

"Whoops, sorry." Abigail apologized, grabbing the small ball that fell onto the floor and placed it back into her bag.

"You bring toys in here? How quaint." Bellona commented, settling her stuff just above Abigail's bunk.

"And I thought you said you don't care." Vanessa asked, the veteran sitting on top of Toxa's. "Well anyway, I say you all follow the dorm rules I will give you and we'll be on our merry way. I am the oldest in here after all."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Who died and made you captain?" Irene tauntingly asked her. "Also, that doesn't mean you get to boss us around just because you're the veteran who went the farthest last season."

Vanessa looked at her as if she was going to take her down. "Excuse you, 'lady who is somehow afraid of the color yellow', I've observed my former competition well last season and it turns out that leading was really easy… not. Leading was never easy. But since Toxa, Mag, and I are veterans, we should at least teach you some of the basics in this competition."

"Thing is, do we really need to listen to you, though?" Bellona countered, the fiery girl siding with Irene. "For sure, most of us had at least watched the gist of either Act I or Act II so we should be fine. We don't need your help, thank you very much."

Mag shrugged towards both Irene and Bellona. "I don't know about you two, but we'll see who ends up getting the short stick first in this competition."

"You're on." Irene gave them a bemused smirk, before she, Bellona, Toxa, Vanessa, and Mag all turned to both Abigail and Marion who were just casually listening to the whole ordeal. "What do you two think?"

The prankster and the fashionista both glanced at each other.

"I don't know, but for sure we know that this season is possibly going to be different than the latter two." Marion calmly responded, not too much bothered by the bickering.

"Yeah, just do what you gotta do. That's what's important. If you lost then, your loss." Abigail added, also neutral with everything.


Abigail: "I honestly couldn't care less with them. They're just hindering each other and putting each other down. Best to not get involved with them."

Bellona: She clenches her fists. "Oh, so these ladies want to get in the way, huh? Well guess what, I'm siding with neither. As long as Therion is mine, then I'm golden. They can fight against each other for all I care."

Irene: She is rubbing her hands together vigorously. "Glorious. I have made a target of myself. Now they are going to end up targeting me. But do not fret, for I have a plan… and it involves… chaos."

Mag: "Oh great. Honestly, the only goal that I have is to get rid of Toxa as soon as possible. But you know what, scratch that. Maybe we have to get rid of either Irene or Bellona first because those two are stuck-ups."

Marion: "I agree with what Abigail said. If it's their loss, then it's their fault. They also have probably forgotten the fact that we're not all teammates and that something else may decide which team we belong on."

Toxa: "Seems like Mag is gaining onto me again, but thanks to red and green over there, I seemed like some sort of background threat to them. Both Irene and Bellona aren't newbies, they're noobs."

Vanessa: "What, does it look like I started it? They like, need to follow me at least. They don't know what is coming for them whether they watched the show or not."


Dorm 3 (Drew, Fabio, Colin, Ryder, Vernon, Jeremy)

The second group of boys have entered their own dorm room with mixed expressions on their faces. Again, the dorm still looked similar to the other two, except that the things in the room were all in different shades of blue.

"I see no difference from the room here compared to last season." Ryder said with a short laugh as he plopped himself right the lower bunk that was closest to him. "Hey Colin, wanna bunk with me again?"

"Yeah sure, why not." Colin merely shrugged without having much expression on his face as he placed his things at his now claimed top bunk.

Fabio looked up to the veteran duo in an intrigued expression. "Hmm, what does last season feel like, if I may ask?"

"Oh, all sorts of hell." Ryder laughed. Colin did also, but looked as if he was more on the acting side. "You can end up getting hurt physically, mentally, emotionally, or just be extremely pissed with someone."

"Ah, I see." Fabio nodded at the veteran's statement. "Maybe all of those things may be bound to happen here," He turned towards Jeremy and Vernon who were just settling their things in a bunk they shared next to him. He then looked up to Drew who looked as if he was daydreaming on the top bunk above him. "...right?"

"Maybe…" Jeremy merely shrugged, placing all his things in a top bunk.

"Depending on the people here, you know." Drew added, sounding as if the game was just some sort of second priority to him. "Honestly who cares about the game, the other people here matter~" he ended in a rather flirtatious tone, which bothered Jeremy a bit.

Fabio saw Jeremy's bothered reaction and let out a chuckle. "Oh, don't bother. Drew is probably just trying to find someone he could hit on."

"Says you." The lounge singer scoffed at him.

Fabio gave him a smirk, thinking about firing something back at him again when Ryder stopped him. "Hey guys, no fighting on day one, all right?"

Colin looked at everyone however, having to think that none of them may end up being his teammates.

"Yeah, just stop." He nonchalantly added.

"Oh ho, I assure you two, Drew and I aren't fighting, it was just a simple bicker. He was making Jeremy feel uncomfortable." Fabio chimed in.

As both Ryder and Colin interfered with Drew and Fabio, Jeremy sat next to Vernon who just simply closed his notebook.

"Um, maybe it's best if you just ignored them or something." Vernon told him.

Jeremy nodded in response. "Yeah, I guess." His eyes then darted to the notebook the other boy held tightly. "What's in that notebook?"

"Oh… um… l-lyrics. About… random things… yeah, that's about it."

The musical fanatic widened his eyes in surprise. "You're a songwriter? That's cool… canIatleastgetaquickpeek?" he asked rather quickly.

Vernon easily got what he said but just gave him a sheepish chuckle. "Uhh maybe next time!"

"That's alright." Jeremy said as he laughed a bit.


Colin: "Well… here we go again." He rolled his eyes. "Time to just make my way to the top. What, you think I will try to pity my way again?" He sighed dramatically. "Who knows? As a veteran, there is no doubt that I will be targeted firsthand."

Drew: "Who does that Fabio think he is? Can he just get a simple joke? Like, how the hell was I supposed to know that my gestures would make Jeremy feel uncomfortable? You know what, fuck it."

Fabio: "I was just trying to get Drew to maybe tone down his… sort of heinous act for a bit. It could cause a significant disadvantage should he end up becoming my teammate."

Jeremy: "Well…" He takes a deep breath. "...Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Honestly, Everyone here is… pretty okay. Maybe except for Drew. He's a bit… I don't know, off? But… I kinda feel like I caused that argument between Drew and Fabio and now I hate it."

Ryder: "I honestly doubt that this season would get easier. I mean, last season, just like what I said earlier, we dealt with all sorts of hell. I'm not really gonna be so surprised when we eventually hit that point during this season."

Vernon: "So… I'm kind of just being in the sidelines, you know? But eventually, they'll probably end up looking at my notebook. I mean I could probably use this for songwriting challenges but they are…" his face slightly reddened. "...extremely cheesy."


Dorm 4 (Blake, Yves, Crystal, Tess, Sara, Luciana)

Our last batch of teens enter their dorm room. Once more, the dorm looked completely similar to the previous three; only everything was in a brighter shade of red.

"I've learned from a friend once that staring into something red for ten minutes straight can give you a headache due to the light frequency of the color." Tess stated towards her other roommates.

"O...kay…" Blake nodded, tossing her stuff on an upper bunk. "I call this top bunk."

"I'll take the one under you." Sara immediately called out as she laid herself down on the bunk she had chosen. "Sucks that we don't get a veteran to hang out with us or something, they seem pretty chill."

"Really?" Yves raised an eyebrow as she settled her own stuff just below a bunk that was being claimed by Tess. "They look like they were about to tear each other apart. Or at least Mag and Toxa."

Yves stared at Sara for a few moments, before turning her attention away from the latter as she caught her.

"Tell me why you were staring at me then." Sara huffed as let her eyes shut just for a few moments.

Yves shook her head. "I wasn't staring at you, I was-"

"Observing? Yeah, do me a favor and keep your eyes to yourself." Sara retorted.

This made Luciana observe the interaction between the both of them, a smirk creeping up on her face as she noticed a bit of tension rising. It seemed as though she was already planning something from the back of her head. While Blake sighed on the other hand as she felt like they weren't getting along.

...Until Crystal caught Luciana's smirk towards them.

"...Are you okay?" The nervous girl asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Luciana nodded, acting as if she wasn't having any intentions towards anyone. "Wanna share a bunk? I'll get the top one."

"...Okay, sure…" Crystal meekly nodded.

"You guys, you're making this sound like we're getting to nowhere and we barely passed the first day." Blake pointed out.

Tess just merely shrugged at the slav's statement. "Maybe they'll get along soon, that's what some other people do, at least."

"No, me and Sara are good, don't worry." Yves quietly assured them.

"Yeah, right…" Sara muttered as her suspicions towards Yves only grew. She looked at her again who looked as if she was observing the interaction between Luciana and Crystal who seemed to be happily getting along.

"You know what everyone, if I were you," Blake began as she laid down on her own top bunk. "I wouldn't jump to immediate conclusions."

"But we're not making any conclusions though." Tess countered as she fixed all of her belongings, which were mostly souvenirs from different places around the world.

"Yeah, well some of you are." The slav responded to the traveler. "Well, guess what. Suck it. Let's just make the most of today while we still don't have any challenges in front of us."

Crystal nodded. "...I agree."

"Me too." Luciana added. "It would be a… great day to get to know each other~"


Blake: "I'm not really that much of a leader but I can lead if I have to. That's what my father teaches me whenever he has to manage his fellow chefs in the restaurant."

Crystal: "...Luciana seems like… a pretty good person… at first. Um… I don't know but when I saw her did her intro and that smirk towards the other two girls… she… doesn't give off good vibes…"

Luciana: "There are LOTS of possible happenings in this season, considering here are a lot of us in this cast. But no biggy, they will see that I will be superior above them all."

Sara: "Yves is being incredibly suspicious on day one and she looks like someone who is not to be trusted at all. Maybe I'm wrong on that part, but we'll see."

Tess: "Okay, so I don't really get how the tension inside the room can go up so fast. During my travels, I've met people who look like they can go way beyond the belt but some end up nice. Here, it's quite… different."

Yves: "Yes, I am trying to observe my competition. Sara is just probably rubbing on me the wrong way. But I'll probably admit that I might make myself a bit too nosy. I will still observe everyone, but I will try to keep it to a limit."


Day 2, 9:10 AM


Dance Practice Room

The cast had spent the rest of the first day trying to get to know each other, at it was their very first day in the competition after all (save for the veterans).

The next morning came by pretty quickly as the cast all gathered up in the building's dance practice room. Some were pretty sleepy, and others looked just fine.

"Ugh, this is earlier than how I usually wake up." Abigail groaned as she entered the room with a ball on her hand.

"What's with that ball on your hand?" Irene pointed out towards the prankster, the but she gave no response. "I suggest that you should put that thing down or-"

"Hey, no fighting!" Brea scolded the two girls, befote going to make an announcement. "So anyway, first of all, I would like to introduce to you two new interns of this season."

Two interns, a boy and a girl wearing blue intern uniforms, stepped in the room. They were the ones that Misha showed pictures of them the other day.

Two of the contestants however, widened their eyes in surprise, namely Ryder and Abigail.

"Raina Smith? What the hell are you doing here?" Ryder asked in full disbelief, but he didn't show any negative sign towards her, just a surprised expression.

Abigail's was a quite different version of a surprised expression.

"WAIT, YOU!?" she almost shouted, having said 'you' instead of the male intern's name.

"Who's you?" Misha asked (which was honestly pretty stupid as she knew who was Abigail referring to).

"That will be me." The male intern flashed a smirk towards Abigail. "Jacob Nearson."

"You do know that we're still not friends right?"

Jacob laughed at her. "I could've said the same thing."

Raina chuckled at the interaction between the two. "Looks like you two don't get along pretty well."

Before Ryder opened his mouth to say something, more footsteps were heard from the entrance. Two familiar interns stepped out, this time, they were in a red intern uniform.

"And to introduce to you two of our previous interns," Blaineley began, motioning towards the entrance door. "We have Ulysses Smith and Mara Garcia!"

Ryder raised an eyebrow. "Wait a minute, are Ulysses and Raina related?"

Ulysses gave him a light scoff. "Smith is just a very common surname, you know."

"Oh."

From the other side, Bellona couldn't help but glare at Mara, as she and Therion waved at eah other happily.


Bellona: "So THAT'S who Therion was dating these past few years… but I am really sure that their relationship won't last because then, Therion would be mine."


"Hey, would you all bitches mind and save the chaos for later?" Misha asked obnoxiously towards the cast. "We be doing the first challenge pretty soon so I suggest you stop your yapping."

Fabio raised his hand up and interrogated.

"I thought the figurines will be introduced first?"

"...Maybe later." Blaineley answered. "We'll be introducing to you the mechanics for this challenge."

The contestants all stopped in their tracks to listen.

"So… remember your partners when you were all in different areas of the building yesterday?" Don asked everyone. "Because you will be doing a duet performance with them. You are free to sing, dance, act, or rap a short song or scene that doesn't exceed five minutes. Our new panel of judges will decide whether you and your partner will be on the Major team or the Minor team. You guys will perform at 8 PM sharp in the auditorium."

Mixed reactions were seen from the cast.


Mag: She heaved a sigh. "Not this again."

Gustav: "This will be pretty fun! As long as there's no one that will probably mess with other teams, then we should all be good to go." he says optimistically.


"Are there any questions?" Don asked the cast. As soon as there were no hands being raised to ask any more concerns, he nodded. "Very well. Let our first challenge start! Feel free to practice anywhere in the building."

The contestants all gave thumbs-ups and nods to the host before parting ways outside te dance practice room, with one pair deciding to stay behind.


CHALLENGE #1: Two Heads are Better than On e (Location: Fresh Entertainment)


Lobby - (Abigail and Bob)

"I've got a splendid idea for a possible performance." Bob stated, as his blue eyes gleamed with delight.

Abigail however, rolled her brown eyes in response. "Really? This does not have to do with anything tacky, doesn't it?"

A smirk crept onto Bob's lips. "Oh, just wait until you find out. We are going to be doing a monologue."

Abigail let out several loud coughs, causing her partner to give her a rather confused look.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm cool with acting, but monologues? Seriously? Besides, aren't monologues performed by only one person?"

"Of course! How hard is acting out a monologue for you? And not all monologues are solo, just so you know."

"Listen, Brandon-"

"Bob."

"...Bob." Abigail snarked, her eyes narrowing. "We're not going to be doing a romance monologue, right? Like, not now?"

"Of course we're not!" Bob retaliated. "Besides, I'm already with someone!"

"...Oh, I see."

Bob immediately caught Abigail's downed sight and smirked. "Looks like someone has take a liking to me-"

"You? Eww. Hell no. Why would I fall for someone as disgustingly classy as you, Brandon?"

"Bob."

"Ugh, whatever." Abigail groaned. "Let's just try and plan out this… this monologue or however you like to call it. So, what do we do?"

Bob had some ideas running through his head. "I do have a few, but I don't think you are going to like them."


Cafeteria - (Bellona and Drew)

"So, let's just do a song." Drew suggested.

"You're singing. I'm rapping." Bellona stated.

The lounge singer raised an eyebrow, but lowered it as he let out a smirk. "I see you're a rapper, huh~"

"Exactly." Bellona nodded before standing up from her seat, turning to face the exit. "Now if you and your perverted ass excuse me, I will go get some paper and pen to write on."

"Sure, whatever." He said.

Drew was merely just whistling to himself as he watched Bellona walk away from him to go get a piece of paper. "God, look at that ass-"

"What?" Bellona instantly turned back to him.

Drew chuckled. "I said, you gotta go fast. We don't have any time left for you to just get some pen and a paper." He said, trying to cover for himself.

"Asshole." The fiery red haired girl muttered, leaving him alone in the cafeteria.

Now that Drew was left by himself inside the building, he rested his head on the table.

Around thirty minutes later, he sat back up, stretching and yawning as he did so. He looked around, only to find out that his partner never came back.

"Ugh, did she just ditched me or she just came back here and left after seeing I was asleep?" Drew groaned, having to stand up and exit the cafeteria to look for her himself.


Achievement Gallery - (Blake and Edgar)

Edgar stared intently at the trophy cases that hold only a few awards. He was thinking, what would it feel like to have earned such awards like these? To actually be proud of something? To achieve something you thought that you would never achieved-

"What do you think we should do for our performance?" Blake asked from behind him which honestly startled him a bit, seeing a flinch.

"Not sure." Edgar responded with a mere shrug, not much ideas coming up at the moment.

"We could do a quick skit or something." Blake suggested. "I doubt that our performance needs to reach like more than three minutes though, so finding a short scene to do won't be too hard."

"Suggestions?"

"Hmm…" Blake began thinking, her hands fumbling on her phone as she searched for something. "We could do a scene from a famous movie. Something iconic that everyone would know."

"Like what?"

"Hm, think of a popular film, like… Avengers?'

"How are we supposed to do that?"

Blake sighed. "Yeah, you're right. That's too hard. Hmm…"

The two sat there, thinking for what almost seemed like a full hour, even though it has only been about… 10 minutes.

"Ugh, this is no use. We are getting nowhere." Blake said frustratingly as she started to lose her patience slightly. "Do you know any movies?"

"Edward Scissorhands?"

"What?"

Edgar sighed as she could only shrug at his suggestion. "Everything here is useless."


Lounge - (Crystal and Fabio)

Crystal could only look down in the ground in full nervousness. She was clearly waiting for the time to pass by just so that she could take a break for the day because, if it wasn't obivous, she isn't really ready to perform yet. She always imagined herself performiny on the stage gracefully singing a song but for some reason, her nervousness gets into her way.

Fabio was a completely different person however. He had multiple ideas going through his head and he was absolutely ready to share with her at any moment. That is, if she was ready.

"Say Crystal," he began asking, earning himt he attention of the nervous girl. "Do you happen to have any suggestions for our performance later? We should not be wasting time here, just to remind you."

Crystal could only sigh.

"No, not really…"

"I see…"

Fabio jutted a gloved hand just by his beard, thinking thoroughly. "Hmm… let's see-"

Crystal looked up to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you… have any ideas?"

"Yes, yes, of course. I think we could do musical performance from something like… hmm…"

Crystal cleared her throat. "I think I would… um… prefer if we just perform a normalsong than a musical. So… um… we could prepare for it even more since it would might take… a bit longer to prepare for a musical performance."

"Hmm, sounds fair."


Greenhouse - (Irene and Gordoff)

Gordoff has himself laying down on one of the greenhouse's wooden benches, just simply staring on the glass ceiling above him. It didn't help his relaxation as he could keep on hearing Irene pacing back and forth in front of him, trying to think of an idea.

"I have an idea." Irene finally said with a smirk.

The chef laying on the bench simply rolled his eyes. "I don't really want to hear it."

"You have to. We are going to be doing this whether you like it or not. I will be performing an opera called O Mio Babbino Caro as the character Lauretta." The opera singer declared.

Gordoff raised an eyebrow, seeing that she hadn't thought of a role for him. "And what do I get to do?"

"You get to be my daddy."

The chef almost wheezed at those words as he tried to sit up, thinking of how incredulous that sounds… and how isn't going to work. "Your daddy? Hell, if I ever had a child that's like you, I'd definitely rather look for the perfect cake recipe and make myself one than give some to you."

"Oh hush, don't jump into conclusions already. You won't sing, but you will have to act like a strict father because I will be begging in front of you." Irene added.

Gordoff muttered. "This will be so disgusting."


Gordoff: He was seen tugging on his hair frustratingly.


Recording Studio - (Luciana and Gustav)

"Have you ever tried breakdancing?" was the first sentence heard from the pair, presumably from Gustav. It seems as both he and Luciana were looking for more upbeat dances from their phones.

Luciana was just scrolling down on her phone, merely judging the videos by their title. Eventually, she clicked on a video that was entitled 'Upbeat Breakdance (Easy Tutorial)'.

"Ooh, breakdance." Gustav perked up as he looked towards Luciana's screen. "You do breakdancing?"

"Well, kind of?" Luciana answered. "I don't know, never been a fan of it." She quickly ended the video and dropped her phone onto the table. "Ugh, I hate this. This is such bogus."

"Nah, it's just the first challenge. How hard could it possibly be?" Gustav responded. The rather buff boy stood up as soon as his phone turned off automatically. "Oh shoot, it died."

"Eh, we could just search from my phone." Luciana shrugged. She now had her feet placed on the table and leaned back on the chair she was seated on. "So what now? We're still dancing?"

"Well, that's the easiest way to do." Gustav answered, taking his seat back next to her. "We gotta find something eye catching unless you want to do something like zumba."

"Eww, zumba." Luciana could only grimace.


Producer's Headquarters - (Marion and Jeremy)

Marion entered the room with a smile on her face. She was holding a packet of paper which looked like a script of some sorts.

"You got it?" Jeremy widened his eyes with delight as he rose up from his seat.

"Yup." Marion nodded in response, handing him the script. "Wasn't too hard to do so actually. They had a copy of it by the library. Maybe they have scripts in there for references?"

Jeremy shrugged as he looked at the script, entitled 'Heathers'. "Well… maybe. What's important though is that we are already one step forward in performing."

Marion skimmed her eyes on the script. "Hey we could do this song called 'Seventeen.' It's a duet after all."

Jeremy had his finger on the paper until he found the part where Marion was looking. "...Yeah, that could work, I guess."

"So it's settled, then?"

"We haven't talked about any props yet."

"...We'll get to that eventually." Marion reluctantly nodded.


Marion: "Everything is going good so far. Jeremy's alright as a partner, I can dig that. So, we'll probably be having a good performance if this keeps up. Gotta admit that I haven't really invested myself into music that much, but I could try and catch up."


Auditorium (Main Area) - (Sara and Julian)

"Ugh, why do I get to be paired up with you again?" Sara groaned, leaning against one of those chairs you see in a cinema. She didn't like the vibes Julian gave her; not even one bit.

Julian just randomly took it as a compliment. "Because we obviously have an even higher chance getting our performance perfect."

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Well, what are you good at, exactly?"

Sara thought about it for a few minutes, trying to remember those certain details she had filled out while completing the application form. "Mostly singing."

"That's good." Julian nodded. "We can do a duet. You can sing most parts of a song, and I'll do the rap verses."

"Rap verses?" Sara asked, with an eyebrow raising up. Never had she thought of Julian as a rapper.

"Yes, I am a rapper. Did you not pay attention to my intro this morning?" Julian asked her back.

Sara let out a sheepish chuckle. "I'll admit. I didn't."

"Well, that settles it. Let's just find a good song that would perfectly suit our voices well." He declared, grabbing his phone from his pocket to start searching for a potential song they could perform.


Costume Area - (Tess and Orlando)

"Wow, look at all these costumes." Orlando gawked ass he looked around the costume area, eyes widening with all the clothes he could see. "I wonder if we'll be able to use these or something for our performance?"

"Well the question is, what are we performing?" Tess asked out loud. "We could perform a very happy vibey song. Or we could go for a really dramatic scene from a famous movie. Oh, I saw this movie one time in-"

"A song would sound pretty good." Orlando answered, unintentionally interrupting Tess in the process, but she didn't mind.

"A song it is." Tess grinned. "Do you know any good artists or songs from musicals?"

Orlando sat down on a nearby chair and shrugged. "Not sure."

"Ah, okay."

"...Hey, can I ask you, how are you and your roommates getting along right now?" asked the party boy.

"Oh, they're not really getting along in my eyes." Tess laughed sheepishly as she sat with him. "Sara and Yves looked as if they might take each other down in future. I'm not too sure Luciana but I feel like Blake and Crystal are the only decent ones to say the least. Crystal just needs to lessen her nervousness a bit."

"Haha, might've as well say the same thing." Orlando began. "Gordoff and Julian were definitely off with each other yesterday. Edgar kinda seems like the emo of the cast along with maybe Colin but Bob was there with him anyway. Gustav and Therion were both pretty good though."

"Ah, guess our dorm's been through worse." Tess laughed. "Well then again, they're all nothing compared to the people I've met from my travels."

"Let's just hope that when we're done with this season we could all throw a huge party bash." Orlando suggested, but Tess just merely gave him a confused look. "What, I like to party okay?"

"No wine or beer though, not worth wasting money on those." the traveller told him.

The party boy just gave her puppy eyes. "Not even a little?"

"Fine, only just a little. Some people are minors here, do keep that in mind."

"Suh-weet."

"Yeah." Tess nodded, but immediately realized something. "Wait, why are we planning something that has yet to happen in like, three to four weeks?"

"I don't know. You know what, let's just get to planning."


Filming Studio - (Yves and Vernon)

"So…" Yves said trying to start up a conversation. They were just seated in he filming studio for god knows how long as neither of them wanted to make the first move. "Should we do a duet together?"

"Um… I would if I was good at singing, honestly." Vernon admitted with a slight chuckle.

Yves raised an eyebrow towards him. "Well, we'll never know unless we hear it."

The songwriter widened his eyes in surprise. "Uhh, maybe next time… was never a fan of singing anyway."

Yves laughed a small bit. "Me neither. I'm more of a dancer than a singer."

"I see…" he quietly responded. "Well, I'm not good at dancing either. I can either rap or act."

"I never see you as a rapper." Yves admitted. "I thought you were a singer, and you were probably writing lyrics on that notebook you've been holding for like a day."

The songwriter could only gasp for a bit, as he genuinely had no idea how did she knew that his notebook had his lyrics on it. "H-how'd you know?"

"Oh wait, really? Must've been a lucky guess." Yves shrugged. "May I see it? Maybe we could get some ideas for our performance."

"Um… n-no, acting a scene would be great instead, hehe." He quickly replied, seemingly keeping his notebook away from anyone, similar to what he said earlier to Jeremy.


Auditorium (Backstage) - (Colin and Mag)

Mag and Colin just sat on the wooden floors of the auditorium's backstage. The former was staring at the stage lights whilst the latter had his eyes glued to the floor.

"What do you think we should do?" asked Mag. She then got out from her sitting position and laid down on the floor. "Ugh this is so boring."

"We are never going to think of something in time." Colin stated pessimistically.

"Well, we'll have to just at least try and think! You're not the only person in this competition who's a big pessimist, you know!" Mag ranted. "I… you know, to be honest, I'm kinda impressed that you made far last season."

"It was just pure dumb luck." Colin replied without thinking too much onto what he said.

Mag sighed at his response to her. "Anyway… what would you suggest?"

The downtrodden boy shrugged. "We'll probably just sing. I was never good at dancing anyway."

"We could act something you know?" Mag suggested. "Or… we could do both. We should do a performance that would show optimism to get that pessimism aspect away from you."

"Whatever you say." Colin retorted, trying to leave the subject be.

"...You really want to end up being in Minor now, do you?"


Dorm Area - (Ryder and Toxa)

"Looks like we had to be paired together out of all people around here, huh?" Ryder said, staring daggers at the indigo haired veteran. "Why don't you do us a favor and try not to sabotage someone else's performance and focus on your own?"

"I can if I want to." Toxa muttered. "Also what's this thing you have against me? We're not even on bad terms."

The male veteran could only roll his eyes at her. "Oh come on. You literally screwed a lot last season. Hell, I'm not even gonna be surprised if something like that happens again."

"Maybe you should try and think of an idea for our performance later or something." Toxa shot back. "I would really like to see you do so."

The temptation to fire back at her once more started to spark up within him. However, he sighed as he calmed down and stopped himself from throwing another insult towards Toxa.

"You know what, let's try and perform… maybe a song."

"What song?"

Ryder sighed, not knowing what to do. "I don't know… we could do a dance if we can't find a song to sing."

"Yeah, sounds good." Toxa nodded. "What kind of dance?"

"Something that could impress the viewers, of course."


Dance Practice Room - (Therion and Vanessa)

"Deciding on something should be easy." Vanessa commented as she sat on the floros of the dance practice room. "You could sing while I play the piano."

"Sounds like a plan." The introverted gamer nodded. "What song do you think we should do?"

The pianist jutted a hand across her chin. "We should perform a song that gives off some melancholic vibes. It would work great with the piano playing."

"I could sing that song I sang last season."

"What song was that? I couldn't remember." He pianist said sheepishly.

"Uh…" Therion looked at the ground, trying to remember what was the solo he performed last season. "Iris by Goo Goo Dolls?"

Vanessa raised an eyebrow, thinking if she actually never heard of the song before or she wasn't really paying attention to Therion's performance in the previous season. Maybe she just simply couldn't remember. "Would that work with a piano?"

"Maybe?" Therion shrugged, unsure of he decision he was making. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and handed to her the headphones he wore on his neck. "Wanna give it a listen?"

"Sure."

The gamer handed the pianist his headphones and phone. Vanessa gladly took them and started to search for the song Therion suggested, so she could think of a way to turn the insturmental into a piano version.

However, as Vanessa was doing this, something… or someone… caught Therion's eye from the window.

"Bellona…" he muttered, his face forming a glare without Vanessa even knowing.


Camera Room (Interns)

In the camera room, Mara, Ulysses, Jacob, and Raina all stood and watched the screens that gave them the views of the cameras.

Jacob chuckled as he saw the sight of Ryder and Toxa somehow getting along. "Looks like your ex is trying to form another harem, Raina."

Raina rolled her eyes. "Oh please, whatever he does, we're still friends. At least I'm an ex who remains on good terms with him unlike Bellona who snoops around Therion as if she was trying to pull off a Ulysses."

Ulysses scoffed loudly as he heard his name, causing Mara to flinch a little as she was just standing right next to him. "Let Therion have her so that I could have Mara."

Jacob ignored him, adjusting his glasses in the process as he saw Bellona went into the mini library of the building. "...What's she doing over there in the book room?"

"Probably looking for different ways to make Therion hers." Ulysses chuckled.

Mara began to whine. "Ulysses, can you please stop it?"

Before Ulysses could even give a nasty response at the smaller intern, the door busted open, revealing no one other than the pink haired host known as Misha.

"Y'all, Drew's wondering where Bellona's at." She nonchalantly announced, sauntering her way to the monitors in front of them. Her eyes widened as she saw the screen which gave the camera view of the library, picking out… books? "Yo, what's the red haired chick doing in there?"

Drew simply rolled his eyes. "Trying to get a piece of paper and a pen." He quoted with his fingers, imitating Bellona's voice in the process.

They all watched her as she exited the library room, and began to look at the room just across from the library, which was the dance practice room. Misha immediately realized who the pair were in said dance practice room as her eyes widened in surprise.

"Aren't Therion and Vanessa in that room?" Mara pointed out with concern.

"Exactly!" Misha exclaimed, examining Bellona as she was just staring at the windows of the dance practice room, presumably watching Therion and Vanessa interact.

"That chick better watch herself or else, someone's ass is getting kicked earlier than expected." Drew said, turning to leave the room, presumably to get Bellona back.


Drew: "Alright, Bellona's hot and all but DAMN she can be such an idiot."


Raina groaned. "These people need to remember that it's only day two today."

Misha checked her watch. "Well, you two go check whatever the hell's about to happen. The homies and I are about to film the outro."

The pink haired hostess dashed out of the scene.

"Okay?" Jacob shrugged as soon as she left.


Lobby

"Where's Misha?" Brea asked, standing up from the couch she was seated on.

Blaineley could only give her a shrug in response. "Not sure. Maybe she went to go check up on the interns."

"Speak of the devil-" Chef muttered to himself as Misha came into view, running towards them.

She leaned up against the wall. "I looked at the screens in the camera room and all I can say is that some people are just trying so hard to be a bitch."

"Okay then." Blaineley murmured as she turned to face the camera. "I suppose we should be doing the outro now?"

"Yup, explain why you're looking at the camera, then." Brea snarked.

The hostess in red slightly glared at her. "Okay, calm down! ...So, what kind of performances will we be seeing tonight?"

"Will Bellona stop being a snooty bitch?" Misha followed.

"Will the friendships and rivalries of this season grow?" Don added.

"What kind of relationships will our cast members have?" Chef said to the camera.

"And last, who will be placed in each team?" Brea asked. "Tune in next time in-"

"TOTAL DRAMA ACT III: ODYSSEY OF PERFORMANCE!" Everyone exclaimed.

End of Part 2.


Day 3, 2:00 PM - Part 3 Transition


Lobby

As if there were no more places to film the intro, the screen shows a view of the hosts and some of the cameramen fixing the angles of the cameras they were about to use for the episode.

"Please tell me this will be the last fucking part of this episode." Misha groaned as she checked the battery of the camera that was nearest to her. "It already feels like we've been filming three fucking episodes already."

Brea decided to roll her eyes and scoff at her now turned co-host. "Misha, for your information, we have been already filming this season for three days. That's why it feels like we've been filming three episodes." She answered as a matter of factly.

"But still." The pink haired hostess began to whine again. "Last season, we like, film one episode per day!"

"Not really." Blaineley stifled up a chuckle. "Some of the episodes were filmed for more than a day."

Misha could only facepalm. "You guys are… you guys can be so freaking inconsistent sometimes."

Don laughed at the slight bickering between the three hostesses. "Alright everyone, sorry to bother you all, but get into position because we're gonna start filming any second now."

Chef quickly ran to his spot in the center. "Let's get this done ready. We haven't even ate breakfast AND lunch yet. I don't want to end up starving myself, you know."

A few commands and orders later from the executive producers, the hosts are finally on set to film the intro.

"And welcome viewers from all over the world!" Don flashed his best grin as he faced towards the camera. "We are back with part three of the first episode!"

"Last time on Total Drama though," Blaineley began her own part of the intro. "We get to see some interactions from the contestants with their dorm mates whom they will be sleeping with for the majority of this season!"

Brea stepped into the scene. "We also got to announce to them their first challenge of the season, which required them to work with their partners from when they were introduced."

"The challenge? Pretty much the same from Act II, that challenge where everyone had to show off their talent from the performing aspect, but that one took WAY longer than we intended to, so this time, they'll be doing the challenge in pairs!" Chef added to the hosts' speeches.

"These performance will of course determine sone of their fucking team placements for this season. Which sucks. However," Misha held up a finger. "Us hosts will be the one to judge them! Our real judges for this season won't make an appearance until our next performance challenge. Or at least that's what our director said."

"And with that," Don rubbed his hands together vigorously, either to get this next part of the episode started. "Let's head on to opening theme and see what our contestants are up to for this afternoon!"


Day 3, 6:00 PM


Fresh Ent. - Auditorium

After the theme song ended, the scene would fast forward to the evening, which was quite odd for the episode. There were some pairs already getting ready in some of the rooms from the backstage halls. Some were currently reciting and practicing, others were getting their costumes and pops ready, while others decided to chill for a moment as there was one hour left before the program officially starts.

The camera pans to Irene and Gordoff, in which the pair were still in their casual outfits judging by Irene's usual green getup and Gordoff's chef attire.

The opera singer formed a smirk on her lips as she kneeled in front of Gordoff, who just scowled much to his annoyance.

"You're doing good enough for a weirdo." She chuckled.

"This is not even acting, Irene. You're just bringing up this scowl on my face right now." Gordoff retaliated, not lying that he was starting to get enough of her. Once she never said anything, or at least, sang her lines, the chef athlete sighed heavily. "Let me guess: you forgot your lines now, didn't you?"

"I didn't. Didn't want to spoil it out at least while we're still practicing."

"You could've just at least recite it for the time being, you know."

Irene let out a rather high-pitched laughed. "Don't be so silly. I don't need that much practice, for I already am an expert. I for sure know at least almost every single opera piece from Europe. But YOU need to fix your scowls."

"Hmph. Well I for one think that my scowl just works perfectly fine, considering the annoyaning vibe you just gave off."

"...Whatever, Gordon Ramsay ripoff." Irene rolled her eyes before the two resumed their practice.

Compared to them, the camera focuses now on Gustav and Luciana… who appears to have not made any more progress since the other day.

"Luciana, the show starts in literally less than an hour and we still don't have a proper performance yet!" Gustav sighed, as he was genuinely beginning to panic. They have already spent almost an entire day just searching for a dance performance they could imitate and maybe a few disagreements along the way.

"Wait, I think I've found one that we could do." Luciana answered, the girl showing him a video from her phone.

"Well... how are we supposed to practice in about forty-five minutes then?"

Gustav looked down in utter frustration. He was normally a very positive person, but by this point, things were going 180 on them. Luciana was just trying her best to find something good, the only hindrance is that she was being extremely picky.

"I think I could try and cope up with that." Luciana shrugged as she tied her hair up in a ponytail. "We don't have to dance the whole thing though."

"Alright, I guess." Gustav sighed again, as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and got ready to practice.

With Orlando and Tess, things were actually pretty going well for them. Until there was one part where someone had forgotten a line.

"And maybe it's party talking or the chocolate… what?" Orlando asked himself in confusion as he scratched his head.

"Fondue, Orlando. Fondue." Tess reminded him, before sitting herself down on a nearby chair and sighed. "I don't know about this but… I don't think this is going well…"

Orlando placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's just that one line that I keep on forgetting. I'll get through this mental block thing, don't worry."

"You think?" Tess asked. Normally, she wasn't the type to put too much faith in other people, let alone herself. Orlando was no different. She looked uo to him once more and shrugged. "Never mind. I guess we could just start the whole thing again? Maybe this time you'll get this right."

"Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan."

On another room, Marion and Jeremy had just finished reciting their performance. They practiced their bowing as well as soon as they have finished.

Marion had a wide grin on her face. "We got this in the bag."

"Yeah, we really do." Jeremy gave her a quick laugh of response, sharing the same happiness she had. "This will be pretty easy. You're actally not a bad singer yourself."

The fashionista's grin never left her face as she gave him a quick nod. "You were pretty awesome yourself. Hey, even I never expected that from you."

"Yeah well, let's hope that this keeps up." The musical nerd replied to her as he lightly rubbed his hands together. "Just… don't get too nervous. I'll admit that you kinda need to work on your confidence a little."

"I have to." Marion sighed. "I'll admit, I'm not really used to performing that much, but I'm really grateful that you got to help me up with this practice though."

"No problem." Jeremy chuckled. "Wanna do one more round or get a head start with props and stuff?"

"Getting started with props and costumes sounds like a good idea."

On another side of the room, Sara kept on anxiously looking at her copy of the lyrics.

"So," she breathed a sigh. "I literally have to sing the same thing four times while you get to rap like, three different verses?"

"Exactly." Julian said a matter of factly. "You said you were good at singing. I am a master of rapping on the other hand. And this is the song that pops off my mind."

The bad girl groaned a bit, her hands frustratingly gripping on her head. "Why am I even paired up with this doofus-"

"Pardon?"

"You didn't hear anything." Sara immediately retorted at him.

"Very well then."

In the music room, the camera pans to Vanessa playing the piano while Therion tapped his finger to the slow beat of the song he was going to perform. "You have amazing piano skills Vanessa. Shame though that there was no instrument challenge last season. You would've killed that one."

"Yeah, I know. Piano is obviously my thing way before I got here." Vanessa answered. She had a pair of earphones on her ears with music from Therion's phone playing. It looks as if she was playing it by ear. "You sure you're not gonna have a problem singing this?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Last season, you sang this song right after you broke up with that Mara girl." The pianist reminded him. "Now you're gonna have to watch out for that red haired chick."

"Bellona? Oh, Mara and I already made up. And besides, Bellona can go fuck herself for all I care." Therion retaliated, with Vanessa shocked by his sudden change of attitude.

"Yeah. Do me a favor and chill."

Not too far from them were Bellona and Drew, who were both holding a copy of song lyrics. Drew was humming to himself the tune while Bellona was… you guessed it, staring at Therion. A grin rose on her lips.

"Bellona?"

"..."

"Bellona!"

"..."

"BELLO-"

"SHUT-" Bellona immediately yelled, holding a finger to his lips before continuing with a much lower voice. "-up. He's getting mad at Vanessa and I'm living for it."

Drew slouched himself against the wall. This was going to be a long night for him.

"Dammit."

Right next to them were Crystal and Fabio. The former was… almost trembling in her seat as she read through her script while the latter was… looking at Bellona and Drew with slight annoyance. He then looked at Crystal and somehow had a mixed expression of pity and an expression of 'Ugh, I am so done with this.'

One part of him was saying that he is pretty much done with her. He tried helping her open up to him for the performance and still nothing. But another part of him would want to keep helping her until she reaches that point.

"Um… I'm not sure on how to do this part… I think…" Crystal gulped nervously. "Actually… to tell you the truth… I don't think I'll be good at acting this one."

Fabio tried to keep his frustrated look to himself. "Well then, would you like me to look for something else we could perform for later?"

"Um… sure." Crystal shrugged.

As these pairs kept on practicing on the music room, the camera heads for the backstage of the auditorium where the other pairs decided to stay and practice there. Abigail and Bob were just by the west wing of the stage, doing their scene. However, as Bob took his step forward without looking at the ground, he stepped on something loud and squeaky.

"What… what on earth this doing here?" He asked, picking up a rubber ducky from the floor and squeezed it repeatedly.

Abigail snatched the toy from his hand. "It fell out from my bag."

Bob scoffed. "Pfft, your bag? You don't even have a bag on you right now. It's pretty obvious that you did that on absolute purpose."

The prankster sighed as she turned a brought shade of pink from embarrassment. "Yeah, you got me."

"Of course I did." Bob winked at her, which only caused her to groan, only to form a cheeky smile after.

On the east wing, both Mag and Colin sat by the corner as they had just finished polishing their performance.

"Yeah, we're gonna do good today." Mag chirped.

"I don't know."

"Can you try and be positive for once?" Mag asked her fellow castmate who she competed against for two seasons already. "You were like that since Act II. I doubt that you changed after everything that happened."

"Of course you do. Change isn't happening to me. You changed from last season with all the Carter, Chris, and Pierre drama and now look at where you're headed. On the other hand, I'm heading nowhere."

Mag could only sigh as she didn't know how to respond to his statements.

Further on the backstage were Yves and Vernon practicing for a scene. It looked as if they stopped though as Yves flashed the boy with a cold stare.

"Did… did I do something wrong?"

"Yes, you kind of did."

"How?"

"You… well you just don't look like you exert much effort."

"How can you say that... when even you don't really know how to act as well?" Vernon relatiated, but stopped himself as he saw Yves with a shocked expression. "Wait… no, I'm sorry."

Yves sighed, not knowing what to do at this point. Honestly, she just wanted to either give up, or quickly get this over with and who cares about the points. "No, I'm sorry."

"Oh… okay then. Let's… let's start again?"

"Yes, that would be better."

By the door of the auditorium were Blake and Edgar. The former was still looking for a scene from her phone while the latter just silently watched.

"You do know that the performance is happening later, right?" asked Edgar, immediately not liking the fact that their pair kinda slacked off from the previous day, with only looking for a performance just now.

"Don't stress too much about. I already have one, see?" Blake assured, showing Edgar a scene from her phone with two people discussing something. "This should be easy."

"The judges will probably not like it." Edgar sighed. "It looks… boring."

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Well, I think this is pretty okay. We only have about an hour so we have less time to prepare for all of this."

Edgar looked down and muttered to himself. "That is, if we hadn't called yesterday a day already."

"Well of course we need to rest up every now and then, it's not like we're gonna get crammed, you know."

"Oh, okay then."

Just outside the auditorium were Ryder and Toxa, who don't really look like they were on good terms of some sorts.

"Why are you eyeing me at for?" Toxa asked accusingly.

Ryder only rolled his eyes towards his co-veteran. "Keeping you in check in case you are planning to do some sabotaging again."

"What the hell do you mean sabotaging? It's the first challenge of the season for hell's sake. We're barely a week through here, you know!" She retaliated. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, she rapidly typed something on it, and nearly shoved her phone in front of Ryder's face. "You can sing, right? We're doing this song whether you like it or not."

"That? Oh come on, that song is sung by a girl!" Ryder argued. "Plus how am I supposed to sing that high? I'm a Bass for goodness sake! A BASS!"

"There's a version with a girl and a guy on it! You can just probably yell the notes or something."

"Whatever!"


Day 3, 7:00 PM


The seats of the auditorium were pretty much empty, save for four seats up front with a fancy long table in front of said seats. There were also podiums on the area just below the stage with the left podium being in a goldish color and the right podium having a silvery color.

Brea, Blaineley, Don, Chef, and Misha all marched up on the stage in their normal black and white hosting outfits as they each were given handheld microphones from Jacob, Mara, Ulysses, and Raina (who all stood off to the side afterwards).

"Good evening, viewers from all over the world!" Don started off the introduction with a charming smile plastered on his face. "Today marks a day you have all been waiting for: the first challenge!"

"That's right! Our thirteen pairs have performed some short performances that will determine on whether they will be eligible for the Major team or the Minor team!" Chef added with a bit of flair into his voice.

"But due to unfortunate news, our new panel of judges won't be able to make it today." Brea announced. "Reasons for this is because of some… currently running contracts by the former judges."

Blaineley elbowed the hostess. "Was that the best reason you can think of!?" she whispered angrily.

The hostess could only mouth the two words of "Shut up!" as the focus was redirected to Misha.

"But anyways, in terms of temporary replacements and on behalf of those… jackasses… you will have Don, Chef, Blaineley, and yours fucking truly as judges!"

"With that said, we will make our way to the judges table now." Blaineley declared.

"As long as you four aren't biased, then this should end well." Brea mumbled as she watched her other four co-hosts leave the stage and sit on the judges' row, leaving her alone on the stage. "So I guess we should get this started, huh? We will be going in on a random order so since I get to choose which pair will take the stage and mark the first performance of this season, I say we give a round of applause for Therion and Vanessa!"

The sound of applause can be heard lightly throughout the auditorium as a grand piano was quickly being carried to the stage, with the help of some staff members, plus Ulysses and Jacob (the latter having a hard time lifting said grand piano with the others due to almost having spaghetti for arms). Once they did so, they placed a piano bench next to it, and a microphone with its stand positioned not too far from the piano.

Both Therion and Vanessa breathed nervously as they stepped foot onto the stage, clearly not expecting themselves to do the… opening performance of some sorts.

The pianist sat on the piano bench and began playing the piano lightly… with Therion's softer register of his voice following after.


Performance #1: "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls (Piano version)

"And I'd give up forever to touch you

'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now"

He sang. If he were to be honest, just by singing this song brought him up some… certain flashbacks from the previous season.

"And all I can taste is this moment

And all I can breathe is your life

And sooner or later, it's over

I just don't wanna miss you tonight"

The gamer wanted to forget these things, but even Vanessa's piano playing wasn't helping either.

"And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am"

For Vanessa, this brought her back into a whole different perspective. She had no problems in love unlike Therion to say the least. Sure she and Gordon kind of argued before but those just build up her inspiration to continue playing the piano.

"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming

Or the moment of truth in your lies

When everything feels like the movies

Yeah, you bleed just to know, you're alive"

The pianist looked back and saw Therion singing happily, feeling free from all of his problems right now. She even managed to steal a quick look at Bellona, who looked like she was planning some mischief.

"And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am"

As Therion sang the part for about three times, he smiled knowing that at least he picked a spng that he did before so it wasn't too hard when it comes to him and Vanessa performing together. Not to mention, the way she just continued to play the piano by ear simply amazed him.

"I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am

I just want you to know who I am"

The four hosts looked at each other and glanced for about a full minute, before Don giving a thumbs up and announced the team.

"Team Major." Don commented. "It may be the same song you sang from last season, but we really loved the twist you put into it, especially to the instrumental so, job well done."

Both Therion and Vanessa had smirks of triumph on their faces. Therion because, he knew he had faith in himself since he debuted in Major last season, and Vanessa on the other hand was excited at the fact that she gets to debut on that team compared to her Minor team debut last time.

"We did it, nice job." The gamer laughed as he gave the pianist a high five.

Vanessa returned him the high five. "Same to you. Didn't know you had it in you."

"Heh, that never changes." Therion chuckled as he followed the pianist to the Major team side.

"Alright, there we have it folks, our first Major team pair!" Brea announced to the cameras. "I still can't believe I'm doing most of the hosting today… oh well, up next, we have Irene and Gordoff!"

The chef athlete and the self proclaimed opera queen went up the stage, giving each other a glare before the music begins.


Performance #2: "O Mio Babbino Caro" from the opera Gianni Schicchi

As the music went on, Gordoff stood right on the center of the stage with an angry glare on his face, his arms crossed on his chest. Irene on the other hand, went over to him, got onto her knees and sang.

"O mio babbino caro

Mi piace, è bello, bello

Vo' andare in Porta Rossa

A comperar l'anello!"

She stood up, happily dancing around Gordoff (much to his annoyance), who just turned around as she dance still with his annoyed expression.

"Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!

E se l'amassi indarno,

Andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,

Ma per buttarmi in Arno!"

Irene tugged his arm, causing Gordoff to swat her hand away. This cued her to resume her song.

"Mi struggo e mi tormento!

O Dio, vorrei morir!

Babbo, pietà, pietà!

Babbo, pietà, pietà!"

Faint whispers were heard amongst the judges… er… hosts. It took about a full minute before Blaineley turned to the pair with a smirk on her face.

"Team Major." she declared. "Honestly, this whole act you two pulled off made you look like professionals. It's kind of weird saying that, but that was my comment anyway."

Gordoff let out a loud victorious laugh asnd walked over to the Major team side with Vanessa and Therion, extremely happy that his cringing act was worth it. "Ha! I knew it! We actually debuted in Major and I literally did almost nothing!"

"And it's all thanks to all of my plans." Irene tauntingly flipped her hair. "Also, you were great at being my daddy with a scowl like that."

"For god's sake, why did that sounded so wrong, I-" Vanessa stopped herself as she tried to control her laughter from the bizarre statement.

"Shut the hell up, Irene Hart." Gordoff scowled at her, his face flushed at what Irene had just said.

"Hmm? I did not say anything absurd, mind you."

"Ugh, who cares."

"Yeah before you fight and rip each other's head off of your necks, I suggest you two keep your mouths sealed shut." Brea sent the pair a scowl. "Because now, we will be witnessing our third performance! Please give a round of applause for Sara and Julian!"

The pair made their way to the stage, each of them holding a chair. They placed the chairs on the opposite sides of the stage and sat on them, gripping their handheld microphones tightly, Julian having a pretty confident face while Sara having to roll her eyes at him.


Performance #3: "Love the Way You Lie" by Eminem ft. Rihanna

Despite her displeased look towards Julian, Sara began to sing anyway. "Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, well that's alright, because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, well that's alright, because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie"

Julian immediately followed up with his rap.

"I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now there's a steel knife, in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

High off of love drunk from my hate

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her the more I suffer

I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown

She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me

And I love it, wait

Where you going? I'm leaving you

No you ain't, come back

We're running right back, here we go again

It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great

I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, it's awful

I feel so ashamed, I snapped, who's that dude?

I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her

I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength"

As the chorus kicked in, Sara stood up from her chair and walked towards the center. "Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, well that's alright, because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, well that's alright, because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie"

She eyed at Julian as he stood up as well. Right as he began his rap though, she just rolled her eyes again, mouthing the word douchebag as he did so.

"You ever love somebody so much

You can barely breathe, when you're with them, you meet

And neither one of you, even know what hit 'em

Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills, used to get 'em

Now you're getting fucking sick, of looking at 'em

You swore you've never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em

Now you're in each other's face,

Spewing venom in your words, when you spit 'em

You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em

Throw 'em down, pin 'em, so lost in the moments, when you're in 'em

It's the rage that took over it controls you both

So they say it's best, to go your separate ways

Guess that they don't know ya 'cause today, that was yesterday

Yesterday is over, it's a different day

Sound like broken records, playin' over, but you promised her

Next time you'll show restraint

You don't get another chance

Life is no Nintendo game, but you lied again

Now you get to watch her leave

Out the window, guess that's why they call it window pane"

Julian ended his second rap verse as he glanced at Sara to sang the chorus once more, but was only returned with her pretty much ignoring him. "Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, well that's alright, because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, well that's alright, because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie"

As the last rap came into play, Julian decided to go into a more aggressive tone than he did with the previous verses, and even Sara was caught off by surprise with how he took it.

"Now I know we said things, did things

That we didn't mean and we fall back into the same patterns

Same routine, but your temper's just as bad, as mine is

You're the same as me, when it comes to love, you're just as blinded

Baby please come back, it wasn't you

Baby it was me, maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems

Maybe that's what happens When a tornado meets a volcano

All I know is I love you too much, to walk away now

Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk

Don't you hear sincerity, in my voice when I talk?

Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball

Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the dry wall

Next time, there will be no next time

I apologize even though I know it's lies

I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar

If she ever tries to fucking leave again

I'm a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire"

"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie"

As Sara ended the song with the final chorus, the hosts were seen glancing at each other, then at the duo, then back at each other again. They repeated this process for five times until Chef decided to spill the beans.

"First pair to enter Team Minor." He laughed.

Sara could only groan at the thought of herself being put into the Minor team. She thought maybe it was because of Julian's overconfidence that costed them this early defeat. She thinks they both did well and all, but to her, it was probably the attitude. Okay, maybe her attitude kinda contributed to this as well.

Julian give the bad girl a slight glare for not putting the much needed effort. Sure he thought she was a pretty okay singer, but she was lacking something, he's not sure what it is, but at least that was his observation.

"This is just great. Absolutely." Sara groaned again, sauntering her way defeatedly towards Team Minor. "Thanks a lot to you and your tacky lovey-dovey choices, douchebag."

"For your information Sara, this was supposed to be an easy song. You don't get to memorize that much lines and the rap is somewhere in the level I am most comfortable with so you should've out more effort and lessened the complaining."

"Hmph. Says you and your over-perfect ass."

"Seriously, I feel like everyone here is not getting along well." Brea commented with her arms crossed. "I thought I was already gonna have a hard time handling the previous two casts but you guys just made it a thousand times harder. Well anyway, next up are Tess and Orlando!"

The traveler and the party boy have made their way to the center of the stage, giving each other brief good luck's as the stage light dimmed and the spotlight focused on them.


Performance #4: "Love is an Open Door" from Frozen

Tess took a deep breath as she began her line, with a bright smile on the traveller's face. "Okay, can I just, say something crazy?"

"I love crazy!" Orlando immediately responded.

"All my life has been a series of doors in my face, and then suddenly I bump into you"

"I was thinking the same thing! 'Cause like

I've been searching my whole life to find my own place, and maybe it's the party talking or the chocolate… fondue."

Tess could only chuckle at the fact that Orlando had managed to remember his line and sang, "But with you…"

"But with you, I found my place…"

"I see your face…"

The two chorused in unison. "And it's nothing like I've ever known before! Love is an open dooooooooooor! Love is an open dooooooooooooor! Love is an open door!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

The two formed a heart with their hands.

"Love is an open door…"

Orlando cleared his throat. "I mean it's crazy…"

"What?"

"We finish each other's-"

"Sandwiches!"

"That's what I was gonna say!"

"I've never met someone-"

"Who thinks so much like me!" They chirped in unison. "Jinx! Jinx again! Our mental synchronization can have but one explanation"

"You-" Orlando began.

"And I-" Tess added.

"Were-"

"Just-"

"Meant to be!" They both cheered.

"Say goodbye…"

"Say goodbye…"

"To the pain of the past, we don't have to feel it anymore!" They chorused. "Love is an open doooooooor! Love is an open dooooooooor!

Life can be so much more!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"With you!"

"Love is an open door…" They crooned, standing next to each other.

"Can I say something crazy?" Orlando asks, to which Tess only responded with a slight giggle until he got himself on one knee. "Will you marry me?"

Tess mimicked herself being surprised by gasping. "Can I say something even crazier? Yes!"

The sound of a short applause was heard, but was abruptly stopped after about three seconds. The camera panned to show Misha, who was the only one clapping.

"What, y'all don't be doofuses because you haven't clapped after a single performance today you know!" She accused her fellow co-hosts who decided to ignore her. "Whatever. Team Major for the both of you."

Orlando sighed in complete relief. He finally managed to remember that one line he had a hard time memorizing. He had a grin plastered on his face as he made his way to Team Major. "Thanks for this, y'all."

Tess was also quite happy that she and Orlando made it to Team Major. She followed him to the side with the current Major team members as sue flashed a smile to the party boy.

"You did good."

"Thanks. Thanks for helping me memorize that line though."

"Aw, no biggie." Tess laughed. "Not that good at memorizing either, but I guess I just so happen to remember one of yours."

"Cool."

"Alright, hurry up." Brea sighed. "We still have a lot more duos left. Anyway, next up we have Bob and Abigail."

The prankster and the victorian both went up on the stage, eager to get this thing over with as the lights dimmed down for a bit, the focus redirecting to them. Both of them knew that they don't have voices as strong as the vocals of opera singers, but they told themselves that they should sing how they are comfortable with.


Performance #5: "All I Ask of You" from The Phantom of the Opera

They stood facing each other about one meter apart as Bob began to sing. "No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you"

He takes a step forward and grabs Abigail's hand, caressing it (much to her surprise). "Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears. I'm here, with you, beside you to guard you and to guide you"

Abigail found it hard to look at him, well, judging by his protective gaze at her, she tried anyway as it was her turn to sing. "Say you love me every waking moment, turn my head with talk of summertime. Say you need me with you now and always, promise me that all you say is true. That's all I ask of you"

"Let me be your shelter, let me be your light.

You're safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you" Bob crooned, letting go of her hand.

Abigail walled away from him for a bit as she began with her lines. "All I want is freedom. A world with no more night and you, always beside me. To hold me and to hide me."

"Then say you'll share with me. One love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude" the victorian boy sang in front of her again, finding it even harder for Abigail to ignore his stage presence before her. "Say you need me with you here, beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of you"

"Say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you" Abigail sang as she approached him, his hand taking hers.

The prankster girl had her other hand by his shoulder and Bob had his other hand by her waist as they chorused. "Share each day with me. Each night, each morning"

"Say you love me" Abigail sang.

"You know I do" Bob responded before the two sang one more line together.

"Love me—that's all I ask of you"

A short pause happened, before Bob pressed his lips right next to hers just for almost a second. In fact, the prankster girl almost felt her face flushing at that moment, thinking over and over again, was that part of the script?

"Anywhere you go, let me go too. Love me—that's all I ask of you" Even Abigail couldn't sing with him in that last line anymore due to that… scene she had.

It took about less than a second after the song for the hosts to announce the result.

"Team Major." Blaineley stopped on her tracks. "I… I have no particular comment to say to this."

Bob gave the prankster girl a charming wink, boasting to her that his plan worked.

"Stop that." Abigail nudged the vicotrian's elbow, almost causing him to trip over. "Stop trying to flirt."

"I was absolutely not to flirt with you, mind you." Bob said with a slight scoff. "That is just my happy face."

Abigail almost let out a huge laugh as she heard his response. "Pfft, a happy face? More like you were trying to flirt with me. Also… was that scripted?"

"The what?"

"The kiss?"

"Oh please, of course it was. I already have a girlfriend and she'll murder me to bits if I actually kissed you on the lips-"

"Whatever! I hate you anyway! You and your rhymes are stupid." Abigail rolled her eyes on him.

"Pfft." Bob scoffed as he stood off to the side.

Abigail scowled lightly. "Oh, you win this time, Brandon."

"Yeah, no one wins between the two of you, jeez." Brea groaned. "With that aside, let's welcome our next duo, Ryder and Toxa!"

The two veterans sauntered up to the stage with angry scowls directed towards each other. They had their microphones on their hands as they stood for about five feet apart from each other, keeping their intense stare at one another, the music beginning to play in the background.


Performance #6: "Into the Unknown" from Frozen 2

Ryder stepped forward with a serious expression on his face. "I can hear you but I won't. Some look for trouble, while others don't"

"There's a thousand reasons I should go about my day, and ignore your whispers which I wish would go away, oh" Toxa sang, a cocky smirk forming on her face.

"You're not a voice, you're just ringing in my ear"

"And if I heard you, which I don't, I'm spoken for I fear"

"Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls"

"I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls"

"I've had my adventure, I don't need something new"

"I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you"

"Into the unknoooooooooooown!" the duo belted at the same time, causing the hosts to widen their eyes in surprise. "Into the unknooooooooooooown!

Into the unKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"

Ryder began stomping his way to Toxa, and sang in a more aggressive tone. "What do you want? 'Cause you've been keeping me awake. Are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake?"

Toxa still kept her cockiness as she just pushed him away. "Or are you someone out there who's a little bit like me? Who knows deep down I'm not where I'm meant to be?"

"Every day's a little harder as I feel my power grow"

"Don't you know there's part of me that longs to go"

"Into the unknoooooooooooown!" The two belted again, but gradually it started to sound like they were shouting of some sorts. "Into the unknoooooooooooown! INTO THE UNKNOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"

The two immediately continued to the bridge, with some wondering if they were purposefully trying to scream each other's heads off. "ARE YOU OUT THERE? DO YOU KNOW ME? CAN YOU FEEL ME? CAN YOU SHOW MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?"

They then took turns in belting (or screaming again).

"AHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

By this time, the contestants, interns, and hosts in the judges area (plus Brea) already had their poor ears covered to shield their sense of hearing from the… interestingly loud sounds of the world.

"Where are you going? Don't leave me alone"

"How do I follow you"

"Into the unknooooooooooooown!" They both chorused one more time before panting for breath.

Right after their performance though, it didn't take long for the hosts to decide their team placement.

"Team Minor." Don announced.

"Team what?" Ryder widened his eyes.

"TEAM WHAT?" Toxa repeated, only she said it louder than the other veteran.

"Yup." Misha replied, dusting her hands in the process as she expected a reaction just like that from her former competition. "You two assholes would've been in the Major team if you didn't look like you were about to murder each other on the spot. Not to mention, ALL THAT GODDAMN YELLING NEAR THE END, GOSH!"

"Ugh." Ryder rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath. "This is all your fault, Toxa. I told you that you and your so-called belting technique won't work!"

"My fault?" scoffed the other veteran. "Says the guy who nearly forgot how to sing."

This made Ryder want to give Toxa a piece of his own mind but he let it slide. He didn't wanted to look untrustworthy especially in front of all the other newbies, and to those who will be a part of their team.

Toxa however, was trying to make a different move. Make all the other veterans untrustworthy in the eyes of the newbies so that she will be able to be the veteran who prevails this time, a part of it some kind of revenge from what happened last season.

"You are definitely going down faster than last season."

"Make me."

"Seriously, you all need to learn how to team up and not fight against each other." Brea rolled her eyes in annoyance as the two exited. "And with that, let's have our next pair, Yves and Vernon! Ugh, I'll just hope that their performance is more quiet."

The two quietly went up the stage and looked at each other, waiting for the other to start.


Performance #7: "The Greatest Song I Ever Heard" (Monologue)

Vernon gulped as he remembered that he was supposed to start (almost to Yves' disappointment).

"I'm looking at you and I gotta keep thinking I'm out of my mind, right?"

"What for?" She asked.

"Cause you're nuts."

"And you're crazy, so there." Yves responded in her usual cold tone.

"Yeah but you're really nuts."

"I'm not really nuts."

"You are." Vernon insisted.

"Why does everybody call me nuts? Am I really? Am I really that bad?"

"You're not that bad. Being nuts doesn't make you bad. It makes you eccentric." He defended.

"That's just a nice way of calling me weird."

"Weird, yes but my kind of weird."

"I don't want to be weird."

"What's wrong with weird?" he asked.

She only sighed a bit in response muttering the word, "Different…"

"Who wants to be like everyone else? How boring is that? You are your own person and are true to who you are which makes a guy like me, you know, care for you and everything, cause you're you. You're not worried about what most other girls worry about. Like, you don't think about marriage or kids, I mean, you think about it but it's not something you need in your life to feel like you can be accepted by society's standards. You don't give a shit and it's not cause there's an evil streak in you, it's cause of your innocence. You're not dumb but you are a bit oblivious to what fits into society and that's why you stand out from a crowd. You know when I first knew I liked you?"

"When?"

"When I took you to Big Bastard Burgers, remember?" Vernon asked, nearly almost laughing at hpw awful that sounded.

"Yeah, love that place."

"Exactly. Normally, I take a girl out and she'll order some dainty shit, like a caesar salad, glass of wine or just some 'gotta watch my figure' type shit. But you ordered the Big Bastard Burger and I remember, when you first held up that burger, with your two tiny hands, it was the size of your face this thing and you went all in, without hesitation, when you took your very first bite of your burger, I said to myself, this is my kinda woman. And you ate the whole freaking thing! I was amazed cause you didn't care and that's what it's all about, not giving a damn about what others think, just do you, have your own happiness and everything will make sense anyway, right?"

"You're saying I'm good then?"

"I wouldn't change anything about you. Not one thing. I know I'm off in the head too but that's why we click. I mean, I'm wired weird in my own way, right?"

"You know what I find weird about you?"

"What's that?"

"You wake up each morning happy. You make coffee and sing made up songs but I like that, it's nice."

"Everybody's weird but nobody wants to admit it."

"Yeah."

An awkward silence rose up between the two, almost as if either of them forgot who was going next. Yves then took the initiative instead to reduce the dead air.

"What?"

Vernon finally went back into reality, going into the line that he cringed the most.

"Well… I… I love you."

"…You never told me that before…"

"Holy shit, it's like a burden lifted off my shoulders. Been wanting to tell you for weeks now."

Yves widened her eyes. "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

"You really love me?"

"I do really love you."

"No one's ever told me they loved me before."

Vernon widened his eyes, pretending he was surprised. "No one?"

"No one." Yves shook her head no.

"Not even family?"

"Family? Are you crazy?"

"No other guy in your life ever said those words to you before?"

"Umm…nope…not once. I think my dog Newman would have told me he loved me if he could speak but I guess that don't count."

"…How does it sound?"

"What sound?"

"When I tell you I love you."

Yves formed a small smirk on her face but faded into a smile. "It sounds like music, like the greatest song I ever heard."

"Wow, there's a lot of great songs out there, though."

"This song is different."

The two quickly bowed, stepping out of character and thus signifying the end of their performance before the level of awkwardness could only rise.

"Minor." Blaineley said in a matter of factly.

"Oh well… that's alright, I guess?" Vernon merely shrugged right after going out of character, not too happy with his performance either but at the same time, he looked kind of relieved that he didn't go on Major for some reason.

Yves however, already had a look of pure disappointment on her face. The script was okay, the acting was cringey but okay, so why? She looked at the hosts, then at Vernon, then just looked away as she went to the side of the Minor team. Even Vernon didn't know what to do so he just quickly followed her.

"Well… that was surprisingly quick. The commentary, I mean." Brea said almost unsurely due to how quick that went. "Anyway, let's now have Marion and Jeremy!"

A quick applause was heard as the next duo went up on the stage. There were two microphones on the center with stands on, one for each of them. Jeremy took the one in the left while Marion took one on the right.

They gave each other a quick nod of good luck before starting.


Performance #8: "Seventeen" from Heathers

"Fine!" Marion scoffed, initially beginning her part of the performance. "We're 'damaged', really 'damaged.' But that does not make us 'wise.' We're not 'special', we're not 'different.' We don't choose who lives or dies. Let's be normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV. We'll bake brownies or go bowling. Don't you want a life with me? Can't we be seventeen? That's all I want to do. If you could let me in. I could be good with you, people hurt us."

Genuinely, Jeremy was surprised that Marion managed to pull off her part even better than he expected, but it wasn't obvious as he did his line. "Or they vanish"

"And you're right, that really blows" Marion continued. "But we let go—"

"Take a deep breath"

"Then go buy some summer clothes, we'll go camping—"

"Play some poker"

"And we'll eat some chili fries, maybe prom night"

"Maybe dancing"

"Don't stop looking in my eyes"

"Your eyes"

They both gazed at each other with excited smiles as they finally reached their duet part after some back and forth lines. "Can't we be seventeen? Is that so hard to do? If you could let me in, I could be good with you. Let us be seventeen if we still got the right"

"So what's it gonna be? I wanna be with you" Marion crooned.

"I wanna be with you" Jeremy chorused.

"Wanna be with you"

"Tonight" Both sang in unison before Marion initiated another back and forth part of their song.

"Yeah we're damaged"

"Badly damaged"

"But your love's too good to lose" They sang together again.

"Hold me tighter" Marion sang with a smile.

"Even closer" Jeremy added with a grin.

"I'll stay if I'm what you choose"

"Can we be seventeen?"

"If I am what you choose"

"If we've still got the right"

"'Cause you're the one I choose"

"You're the one I choose"

"You're the one I choose" The two sang the last line in harmony, before taking a bow towards the hosts, confident about their performance.

Until...

"...Team Minor." Don said in disappointment, getting that other feeling that he didn't want to place them in said team.

"W...What!?" Marion's eyes literally shot up with shock. She was never expecting this result, especially with the bond they have been sharing with each other and how they rehearsed. "I… I don't get it."

"W-wait… can you explain how we ended up with a score this low?" Jeremy asked as well, a disappointed look immediately taking over with his excited expression. "We… we work so hard for this and… I don't understand-"

"Well, that's what they said." Blaineley told the pair, attempting to dismiss the topic. "So please stand over by the Minor team's side on the right so that we won't waste anymore time. We still have a few more performances to get to.

Marion went over to the right side with the current Minor team so far, with a slightly angry expression on her face. She honestly thought, this is just the first day, they would probably go easy on them because the hosts are temporarily taking the judging role right now and not the real panel judges like what it was supposed to.

Jeremy however, could feel the disappointment in himself so much, in fact, his eyes started to water slowly but he fought it back. Never did he expected a score so low, especially when he thought that they did extremely well.

"I hate this already." He muttered as he made his way to the Minor team without looking at anyone else.

Brea sighed at the saltiness the pair showed but decided to move on anyway. "Alright. Next we have Drew and Bellona!"

The rather feisty duo climbed on stage with cocky lookd at each other, thinking that one will do better than the other before the song began.


Performance #9: "Girls Like You" by Maroon 5 ft. Cardi B

"Spent 24 hours, I need more hours with you. You spent the weekend getting even, ooh. We spent the late nights making things right between us" Drew sang, even his expressions complimented with his lines due to all his hair flicking and eyebrow raising. "But now it's all good, babe. Roll that back wood, babe. And play me close"

He then continued on with the chorus. "'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'til sun down when I come through, I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too. What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah."

Both Bellona and Drew began singing the post-chorus together. "Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. I need a girl like you"

Drew took the centerstage once more as he sang the second verse. "I spent last night on the last flight to you. Took a whole day up tryna get way up, ooh. We spent the daylight tryna make things right between us. But now it's all good, babe. Roll that back wood, babe. And play me close."

After Drew sang, the two chorused together. "Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. I need a girl like you"

Drew stood there while Bellona stayed at the side this time as he sang the bridge. "Maybe it's 6:45. Maybe I'm barely alive. Maybe you've taken my shit for the last time. Maybe I know that I'm drunk. Maybe I know you're the one. Maybe you're thinking it's better if you drive. 'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'til sun down when I come through. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah."

Bellona went up in front of Drew, getting ready to spit out her fire.

"Not too long ago, I was dancing for dollars (eeoow)

No, it's really rude if I let you meet my mama (eeoow)

You don't want a girl like me I'm too crazy

Fore every other girl you meet its fugazy (okurrrt)

I'm sure them other girls were nice enough

But you need someone to spice it up

So who you gonna call? Bellony, Bellony

Come and rev it up like a Baloney, Baloney

Why is the best fruit always forbidden?

I'm coming to you now doin' 20 over the limit

The red light, red light stop, stop (skrrt)

I don't play when it comes to my heart (let's get it though)

I don't really want a white horse and a carriage

I'm thinkin' more of a white Porsches and karats

I need you right here 'cause every time you call

I play with this kitty like you play with your guitar"

"'Cause girls like you run 'round with guys like me 'til sun down when I come through, I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. Girls like you love fun, and yeah, me too. What I want when I come through I need a girl like you, yeah yeah."

The two walked side by side after Drew finished his chorus. They now began to finish off the song together. "Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. I need a girl like you, yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. I need a girl like you"

"Team Major." Chef responded, almost slamming a hand onto the table.

"FUCK YES!" Bellona jumped so high, her hair going all over the place as she jumped. Drew also laughed along triumphantly with her as he held up his hand to give her a high five (to which the fiery girl ignored it anyway).

"Thank god you guys actually like our performance." Drew smirked (after the failed high five) and flicked his hair instead. "By the way Bellona that part where you changed the lyrics was weird as hell. You really are a baloney."

"Bellony, baloney." Bellona rolled her eyes. "At least I didn't I didn't call you something stupid like Andrewny."

Brea shrugged. "Well, I don't even know how to respond to that… if I have to. But whatever, let's move on to our next pair, Crystal and Fabio!"

The tenth pair almost immediately ran up to the stage as if they were late for something, with Crystal almost hesitating to go on the middle of the stage with him.

"I have an idea." Fabio whispered to her. "If you feel nervous for the entirety of this performance, try facing backwards. My mentors and audience find this move quite interesting in a positive way so I hope the same will do to you."

Crystal looked at him, her nervous face slowly fading into a look of determination. "Okay, I'll try."


Performance #10: "Defying Gravity" from Wicked (Out of Oz version)

Sounds of a piano began playing in the background, signaling the beginning of the song. Fabio held up his microphone in his hand, while Crystal stood next to him, facing the back like she was told to while he faced towards the hosts. "Something has changed within me. Something is not the same. I'm through with playing by the rules, of someone else's game. Too late for second-guessing. Too late to go back to sleep. It's time to trust my instincts. Close my eyes and leap!"

The two sang together in a soft manner for the first chorus. "It's time to try defying gravity. I think I'll try defying gravity. And you can't pull me down"

Crystal began to sing her parts, unaware that the hosts were looking at her weirdly due to how she was singing while facing backwards.

"I'm through accepting limits, 'cause someone says they're so. Some things I cannot change. But 'til I try, I'll never know! Too long I've been afraid of, losing love I guess I've lost. Well, if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost!"

The two chorused together again, this time, with one harmonizing the other. "I'd sooner buy defying gravity. Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity. And you can't pull me down, pull me down"

Fabio took this part to sing the bridge this time. "Unlimited. Together, we're unlimited. Together we'll be the greatest team there's ever been. Glinda, dreams the way we planned 'em"

"If we work in tandem" Crystal sang.

"There's no fight we cannot win" They crooned as they powerfully sang the next chorus, both giving their hearts out as they sang, even Crystal who was still facing backwards. "Just you and I, defying gravity, with you and I defying gravity. They'll never bring us down!"

They continued to sing together in unison, singing louder than they were before. (But not yelling unlike Toxa and Ryder lol)

"So if you care to find me, look to the western sky! As someone told me lately, 'Everyone deserves the chance to fly!' And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free. To those who ground me, take a message back from me!"

The duo continued their voices up to the final chorus. "Tell them how I am defying gravity! I'm flying high, defying gravity! And soon, I'll match them in renown, and nobody in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me dooooooown!"

"Bring me down!" They ended in a harmoniously softer manner to signal the end of the performance.

...

"Team Minor." Don sighed, not wanting to announce this to them due to their performance. "Nothing much to comment… everything is all good but I'm just wondering… why is Crystal facing the back for the whole performance? It kinda looked awkward."

"...She's pretty nervous about the performance and I taught her one way I do when I feel that, I face the back and perform as is no one is watching. That is… on practices, though…" Fabio answered, trying his best to cover her up, since the nervous girl couldn't think of any reason to respond.

"Well… it's weird." Don commented. "Main reason why you guys are in Minor."

Crystal nodded in understanding and sighed, expecting herself to debut in the Minor team. It seems as though she couldn't get over her nervousness of performing just yet. She has to admit though, Fabio has been of slight help and if it weren't for him, their performance would have been left hanging up on dead air.

Fabio on the other hand, didn't looked too frustrated compared to some of the others. He took this as is fate and only realized that he had to improve a bit.

He placed a hand on Crystal's shoulder and gave her somewhat of a reassuring smirk.

"You did good. You just need to improve and all."

"Yeah," Crystal slightly nodded. "I see… maybe I'll improve later on."

"Well, I believe in you either way." Fabio gave her a thumbs up. "Good luck."

As the two made their way out of the stage, it was now time to cue the next pair. "Up next, we have Mag and Colin! Please give a round of applause!" Brea announced with the others did as she was told.

Colin merely walked onto the stage which his usual expression, while Mag on the other hand had a wide grin, to contrast her partner's look.


Performance #11: "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" from Mary Poppins

Mag walked up in front of Colin, starting the song with a cheery voice. "It's... supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

She went on dancing happily as if she were a little kid (which caused Toxa to laugh at her on the sidelines).

"Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay!"

Colin stepped forward this time, an odd wide grin on his face (which judging by his expression, looked pretty forced) as he began his own set of lines. "Because I was afraid to speak when I was just a lad. Me father gave me nose a tweak and told me I was bad. But then one day I learned a word that saved me achin' nose."

Mag stood right next to him, the two doing some hand movements like shaking them and waving to somehow boost their enthusiasm (or in Colin's case, forced) as they continued on. "The biggest word you ever heard, and this is how it goes: Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious. If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay!"

They danced around in circles throughout the chorus until they stopped so that Nag could sing the next part. "He traveled all around the world and everywhere he went. He'd use his word and all would say, 'There goes a clever gent!'"

Colin quickly followed after her, with a smile that makes him look like he was so done with the performance but his voice made up for it anyway. "When Dukes or Maharajas as the time of day with me. I say me special word and then they ask me out to tea"

"Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" They chorused. "Even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious. If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay! Um diddle diddle diddle, um diddle ay!"

They've come into a halt as Mag spoke her lines this time. "You know you can say it backwards which is "dociousaliexpilisticfragicalirupus"... but that's going a bit too far, don't you think?"

"Indubitably!" Colin answered loudly with his fake enthusiasm.

Mag began singing again. "So when the cat has got your tongue, there's no need for dismay. Just summon up this word and then you've got a lot to say. But better use it carefully or it could change your life!"

"For example…" a male voice spoke through the speakers where the song was playing.

"Yes?" Mag asked.

"One night I said it to me girl, and now me girl's my wife! Oh, and a lovely thing she is, too" said the voice.

"She's..." The two glanced at each other beforre bursting out: "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

They ended with a pose, Mag having both of her arms up in the air while Colin had only one arm up.

FINALLY IT'S OVER, Colin thought, cringing so hard at the performance he just did.

"Team Major, homies." Misha announced happily as she applauded her former competition.

Mag almost jumped in joy until she realized she had high heeled platforms on and had to just… jump in place instead. "Woohoo!"

Colin almost smirked for a quick second, knowing that he managed to debut into the Major team once again just lke in the previous season, and of course, it felt good for him. "Let's just go to where they were standing."

"Oh yeah, right." Mag formed a sheepish chuckle as the two veterans marched their way to the side of Team Major.

"With that, that was our last veteran pair, everyone." Brea announced as she got ready to announce the second to last pair of performers. "Next we have Edgar and Blake!"


Performance #12: "Way of the Wiffle Ball Bat" (Monologue)

The curtains open up for about five minutes later, revealing a small coffee table, and a couch behind it.

Blake is seen doing paperwork on the table. Edgar enters carrying a wrapped sandwich and a coke.

"I'm not in the mood okay so don't start your shit." Blake retorted.

Edgar sighed. "I just walked in the room."

"That's all you need to do to get on my nerves."

"I'll go in the other room, forget it." Edgar dismissed.

"You can come in here but don't aggravate me." Blake warned.

"I won't bother you."

Edgar sits on couch. He unwraps his sandwich and eats obnoxiously.

Blake looks over at Edgar already annoyed.

"Are you kidding me?" Blake shot up.

"What?" Edgar muffled as his mouth was stuffed with food.

"I told you not to bother me."

"I'm just eating my food. Can't I eat?"

"You chew like a camel. Eat silent or go in the other room."

"Okay, okay, I'll eat quiet… not that hard." Edgar said in a sarcastic voice.

Blake gives Edgar another annoyed look. Edgar starts at his food again. Extremely careful not to make noise. He takes a sip from his can of coke, looks over at Blake and succeeds in getting no response from her.

Edgar becomes confident and stands up while chewing his food. He quietly jumps on one foot and then the other, all the while Blake does not hear or notice.

Edgar takes another jump forward with both feet but suddenly appears panicked. He looks at Blake and clasps his throat. He places his sandwich on the couch trying to breathe.

Edgar chokes and Blake notices.

"Oh my God!" Blake shrieked.

Blake hurries over to Edgar. She can't get her arms around Edgar.

You're too big to give the hiemlich maneuver–oh no!

Blake darts around the living room and finds a plastic wiffle ball bat. She strikes Edgar with it two or three times on his back, only causing him pain. (Thankfully on reality, she only did so lightly as to not hit him so hard on purpose)

Edgar falls to his knees. Blake gets on the couch and jumps on his back toppling them both over to the floor. The impact miraculously dislodges the food stuck in Edgar throat.

"Did I get it? Did I get it?"

Edgar gasped loudly. "I can breathe, I can breathe, I'm—"

"You idiot!" Blake yelled. "You almost killed me. You are gonna be the death of me yet!"

Blake gets to her feet. "One of these days. Not today. But one, one of these days you are going to put me in an early grave."

"I was choking!" Edgar defended.

"I told you, you eat like a camel!"

"I was eating silently for you. I need to eat loud, so I don't choke!"

"Do me favor. Get away from me. Go inside! Get away, as far away as possible and eat as loud as you want!"

"Yeah, well that's what I'll do." Edgar grabs his sandwich and begins to leave the room.

"Make sure you clean up this mess." Blake demanded.

"No reason to hit me with the wiffle ball bat."

"You took me off guard."

"Yeah, well you make no sense!"

"That's what you get for leaving your things around."

And with that, the duo had finished their scene as they took a bow (while the interns cleaned up their mess behind them).

"Team Major!" Blaineley immediately declared towards the duo after only thirty seconds of discussing.

"Awesome!" Blake fist bumped herself as she heard the names of the duo being called to join on to the Major team.

Edgar sighed in relief, not expecting himself to debut on the Major team. Looks like his acting of him choking worked after all. (Yes, he was only pretending to choke) In fact, a small smile went on his face, feeling a bit positive that being in the Major team wouldn't be too bad after all. "Thank you."

"Yes, thanks for that, yeah?" Blake gave the hosts who took the judging role a happy wave as she skipped to the Major team side, with Edgar trailing along behind her.

The emo boy jutted his chin slightly. "So… we're kind of saved from the first elimination?"

"Yeah," Blake confirmed, positive about the thought. "Maybe."

"Okay… thanks for that anyway. Ahem…" Brea cleared her throat, checking her list for the last duo to perform. "Anyway, last the not the least, please give it up for Luciana and Gustav!"

The two quickly got up on the stage and into position by having Gustav go on the far left with Luciana on the right, thus looking down on the floor. The music began to play after.


Performance #13: "My Boo" (Dance Performance) by Ghost Town DJs

The two l slowly walked towards each other with their arms crossed, as Gustav pointed to the front so that Luciana could look as well.

"Boy you should know that

I've got you on my mind

Your secret admirer

I've been watching you"

They quickly broke out into a breakdance, surprisingly managing themselves to move on sync with each other with their difficult moved.

"At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

If your game is on, give me a call boo

If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you

At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

If your game is on, give me a call boo

If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you"

Gustav hurried over to the side as Luciana had the dance floor to herself. She did all the moves she choreographed herself and didn't really bade them on the video she watched, much to her partner's surprise.

"Every day I pray my heart can win

Every night I pray I can call you my man (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I need you, I want you, to have you, hold you, squeeze you

So I'm going out, every weekend

Just to see my boo again"

When the chorus kicked in, Gustav went back on stage and did the same steps they did back on the first chorus before Luciana left while panting, giving the spotlight to Gustav.

"These feelings I have for you

Can go deeper if you can come

Correct with your game boy (no, no)

No you can't be lame boy

But if you can please me

Then my love will come easy

I'll do anything you want

Freak me boy, I'm thinking of you"

When the last line finished, Luciana skipped to the stage and gave him a high five before doing their chorus choreo. Afterwards, neither of them left as they went back to back for the bridge.

"Boy you've got all I need

From what I see

And boy every night I am constantly thinking of you"

With the final chorus kicking in, they began doing their changed steps for the part.

"At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

If your game is on, give me a call boo

If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you"

However, Luciana stopped into her tracks, seemingly forgetting the moves. She nudged Gustav since he was doing the wrong moves as well. The awkwardness ensued until Gustav urged the both of themselves to dance in freestyle instead… which still seemed awkward.

"At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

If your game is on, give me a call boo

If your lovin's strong, gonna give my all to you"

The awkward tension in the air was still present, with the two quickly doing a bow. Even Luciana was about to run off the stage but Gustav stopped her as Chef was about to announce their team.

"You two will be going in…" Chef began, keeping the suspense completely unecessary as there were only a few spots left in one of the teams anyway. "Team Minor."

"...Expected." Luciana shrugged, clearly expecting the outcome due to the mess of the performance they've made. Her tone almost seemed like as if she didn't really care anymore.

Gustav gave a quick slap to himself seeing the mistakes they both made. They spent most of the time just looking for a dance. They didn't memorized the steps. They messed up. Big time. And now he's wondering if his future team will trust him.

"This sucks."

"Of course it does. We did a lot of mistakes. But you know what, it's just a team anyway." Luciana shrugged, Gustav slightly feeling relieved that Luciana wasn't blaming anyone in particular as if he would've hated that if she did.

As the teens were already split up into two groups with their partners, Misha could only grin at most of the clueless teens who have no idea what could happen next.

"Alright bitches. You guys think that these teams are final? Well guess what, you're going to be split up even further. Yup, we're bringing back Major A, Major B, Minor A, and Minor B from last season!" she smirked at all of them deviously as she held a piece of paper in her hands in which the teams were written. "The names who I will call, stand behind me or else you're fucked."

Everyone waited anxiously for the names.

"Abigail, Blake, Colin, Drew, Irene, Therion, and Tess." She read from the paper as the mentioned teens hurried behind her, not wanting to wait until the hostess gets mad. "You guys are Major A!"

Don came in, and handed each of the teens a golden badge with an engraved A on it.

"We never got these last season." Therion commented.

"That's because… screw it, you don't know the reason behind that." Brea shrugged at the veteran as she began reading the next set of names. "Those who I will call, please stand behind me: Bellona, Bob, Edgar, Gordoff, Mag, Orlando, and Vanessa. You guys will be Major B!"

As they were given golden badges with an engraved B on them, Bellona could only eye Therion with pure vengeance in her eyes, only for her to get a suspicious look from Mag.

"Cool, these badges look pretty sweet." Orlando snickered as he immediately pinned his badge on his shirt.

"...Yeah, of course they would, maggot." Chef snarked as it was now his turn to read the list. "Stand by me once your called. Those next in the list are Crystal, Gustav, Marion, Julian, Toxa, and Vernon, so you guys will be Minor A."

Each of them were now handed a similar badge to Major A, only theirs was in a silver color.

"Don't tell me you guys are gonna go Major biased again like last season." Toxa barked.

"Who says that we were biased, baldy?" Mag called out from the Major B side, causing Toxa to growl at her. Some others eyed Toxa suspiciously as if they never knew that she was actually wearing a wig.

"Shut up-"

"Yeah, before you fight," Don cleared his throat. "Let me present to you our members for Minor B: Fabio, Jeremy, Luciana, Ryder, Sara, and Yves!"

As soon as the mentioned teens went behind Don, he gave them all similar silver badges like Minor A's but had a B on them instead, indicating that they are Minor B.

"Now to explain the team dynamics," Brea cleared her throat as the hostess made her way to the front of the room. "Veterans, you already know how this works, but I will just explain them again for the newbies' sake. So, for most elimination ceremonies, it's either Minor A or Minor B will be going on the chopping block."

Most of the newbies, mainly the ones who haven't seen Act II, all gasped in shocked.

"But that's really unfair." Marion countered, mentally putting two and two together. "So you're saying that both Major A and Major B are guaranteed to be saved from EVERY elimination?"

"Not really." Brea declined as she shook her head. "There will be some challenges where both Minor teams and Major teams will work together, forming two teams. Where no one is guaranteed to be saved from elimination. Besides, last season didn't really take a while until we merged both teams."


Abigail (Major A): She squeals in excitement. "I honestly can't wait to prank the people in my team and not just good old Brandon, or Bob, or whatever. Brandon definitely suits him more than Bob. Oh, you think I have a crush on him? Hell no. He has a girlfriend for god's sake. But then again… he is kinda cute… especially when he does that stupid wink… and not to mention, that ki- oh shut the hell up, Abigail!" She lightly slaps herself. "Either way, prepare to face my pranks!"

Blake (Major A): "Honestly, even though Edgar can be a huge emo all the time, we would have make a great team. Shame he isn't really on my team though but what's important is that we both got ourselves a spot on the Major team and a guaranteed spot out of elimination. The only thig we have to watch out though is ourselves because who knows when will we end up on the Minor team?"

Colin (Major A): For a rare time, a smile was seen on Colin's face. "Debuted in Team Major once more. I am pleased that the hosts have seen my worth after everything I did last season. And Mag improved as well so props to her for that. Quite sad that Ryder ended up in Minor this time but oh well, what can I do?"

Drew (Major A): "THANK GOD that Bellona isn't actually going to be in my team. She was a massive headache, only focusing on Therion 24/7. But I gotta give props to her since we wouldn't end up here in Team Major if she never went crazy with that rap. Speaking of Team Major, there are a lot of hot dudes and chicks here though…" a smirk formed on his lips.

Irene (Major A): A huge smirk formed on her face. "See? I knew we would hit the Major team with that performance. Gordoff was wrong to doubt me. I'm even surprised that he even reached Major. But then again, it's all thanks to my skills."

Tess (Major A): "I have to admit, I was really not expecting us to be in the Major team, even after Orlando nearly forgot his line again. I will admit that even though I will miss working with him for a short while, I think it's best to not work with him at the same time because I'm quite forgetful as well."

Therion (Major A): "I am starting to like my team and I am glad and relieved that I am not on the same team with that… girl. You know who I am talking about. Speaking of my team though, everyone is pretty cool, except for maybe Irene and Drew. They are both weird."

Bellona (Major B): She was red of anger. "Ugh! We are in the Major team now, but I am the one who is SUPPOSED to be going on Major A! Not that… that goddamn perv! Ugh I swear, he probably said he was bi somewhere and if he tries to hit on my love, he is going to get a swift kick onto his two balls tonight so he better sleep every single night with one eye open!"

Bob (Major B): "I am quite satisfied with how everything turned out. I am also glad that Abigail is not one of those people who 'don't do it if they don't like it'. It just proves that she can be determined to do certain things. Although her pranks are incredibly annoying, especially for me since I am her victim for most of the time, I will admit that I will miss working with her."

Edgar (Major B): "I am genuinely surprised that Blake and I have ended up in Major despite the lack of practice we did earlier. I am also quite thankful that we did not pretty much end up just like Gustav and Luciana but I feel bad for them. Well, either way, due to how everyone saw me perform, I just might end up in Team Minor for the next day."

Gordoff (Major B): "That pricky mouth Irene thinks that it's all her that we went up to Major. Probably forgot that I freaking contributed there as well. But who cares, all I know is that I am guaranteed to not be the first boot and all thanks to all those team benefits the hosts mentioned earlier."

Mag (Major B): The vengeful girl almost laughed at her seat. "I can't believe it. I actually made it to the Major team RIGHT ON THE FIRST ROUND. Gosh, this must be a lucky day for me. Like even I don't know why I ended up with Minor last season. I also think I'm gonna do even better this season, considering that there are no more… obstacles blocking my way to say the least."

Orlando (Major B): "You guys don't know how relieved I was when Tess and I went to Major. I honestly thought we would be in Minor since I almost forgot about that fondue line again. I heard that the judges from last season were pretty biased towards Team Major though and honestly I will be worried if this will be the same case for the new judges the hosts were talking about."

Vanessa (Major B): She laughs for a few seconds. "So this is what it feels like to debut on Team Major… it feels awesome. And the fact that Therion and I were the first pair to reach Team Major is so satisfying. I really doubt any of us are going home this early, and I can't believe I am saying this but I have faith on the other veterans as well and I think they can go far. Maybe except for good ol' Toxa, but what do I know then?" She decides to give off a sarcastic remark at the end. "Of course you thought that I'm gonna know about everything."

Crystal (Minor A): "I… have to say that I'm pretty bummed being on the Minor team, but at the same time, I think it's a good thing… like… your teammates won't probably pressure you too much unlike in Team Major where I have a feeling that there is a possibility that… I don't know… pressure you to do your best I guess? I mean… what if some of us aren't ready to give out our best yet, you know?"

Gustav (Minor A): "I'm not gonna lie here, I'm actually… quite glad that Luciana wasn't going to be in my team and that the hosts would split up all the pairs. Judging by everyone here, they all seemed pretty good… except for Toxa based on how the others talked about her, maybe. Oh and they said she is bald? Am I hearing that correctly?"

Marion (Minor A): She was slightly enraged "My god, I still can't believe that Jeremy and I got the short end of the stick with our FIRST performance! I don't get it, like… why? Not to boast but I feel like we had the best performance out there. It's a shame that Jeremy won't be on my team though."

Julian (Minor A): "Psh. Honestly, if it weren't for Sara not giving her all throughout the whole song, we would have ended up in Team Major. She's probably avoiding me by now, and it's purely because she doesn't have the capacity to reach the level of perfection I achieved."

Toxa (Minor A): The girl had an angry scowl on her face. "Why… WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE AGAIN!? UGH!" she slammed her hand frustratingly on the side table next to her. "I thought Ryder was going to be a good partner! He DID debuted in Team Major last season, you know!"

Vernon (Minor A): "I don't know… of course I feel sad about going into the Minor team but I don't think I would be happy if I went to Team Major either. Actually, now that I said that… I think I'm glad that I actually ended up in the Minor team. To be honest, seeing how incredible the Major team did on their performances just makes me feel… a bit scared and not… confident. I don't know… I hope Yves isn't too mad at me though…"

Fabio (Minor B): "Well…" he rubbed a gloved hand on his arm. "I can say that Crystal is not to be blamed for how she and I ended up in Minor. She has issues with her nervousness. I will admit that having to deal with that for a long time can be quite annoying but like I said earlier, I cannot and will not blame her. But I must give props to her and her vocal prowess however."

Jeremy (Minor B): Judging by the look on his face, he still looked pretty salty about thir defeat earlier. "Great…" he mumbled. "Now just by looking at that, there's no way I'll be able to avoid elimination now. I… I just seriously don't get it! Like how on earth was our performance not Major Team worthy?"

Luciana (Minor B): "Well… honestly, I couldn't care less of being in the Minor team. Like, the only thing bad about it is that you're prone to elimination but they are seriously forgetting the fact that the Major team is not a hundred percent immune to elimination. I don't see why some are over exaggerating about it. If I were them, I'd probably just keep a low profile and stay under the radar… and maaaaaybe do a bit of dirty gameplay if needed." She winks.

Ryder (Minor B): "Pffft. It just so happens that I have to debut on the Minor team. If only Toxa wasn't planning to do certain crap again, then we would have debuted in the Major team and she would have experienced debuting there for once but NOPE, she just had to take onto her old nasty route and let her huge ego lead the way. Hell, I'm even surprised that the fact that Lyle shaved her head bald last season like what happened to Heather didn't even affect her that much now. Probably because she's wearing a creepy wig that looked exactly the same as her old hair, but still."

Sara (Minor B): "This is just splendid. Being right here in Team Minor thanks to Mr. Oh I Am So Freaking Perfect And No One Can Ever Change Me. Like seriously, I know that it was partially my fault but it's mostly because of his cockiness and perfectionism. Thank god I am not on his team though, otherwise I would've died into bits by now. But I'm not gonna lie, this new gameplay seems kind of confusing… or at least to me."

Yves (Minor B): She just stared on the ground with a look of disappointment in her face. "Honestly… the fact that I'm in the Minor team now just really sabotages my game. I know for sure some of them know that I am a trainee in this company so I should at least be talented enough to qualify for Team Major. Now they're all gonna think that I'm a talentless weakling. And… to be honest, I feel like the reason behind this is because I worked with Vernon. He just looks like… he wanted to lose on purpose."


Sara still looked confused. "I still don't kind of get this whole Major and Minor team concept but I'll just see where this goes."

"Very well then." Blaineley cleared her throat as it was her turn to explain some gameplay. She grabbed some familiar figurines out from the box that was on her left.

"Not these again," Mag groaned, remembering the mayhem these items caused in the previous season.

"Yes, these again." Brea decided to play along, giving Mag a playful smirk. (To which the vengeful girl rolled her eyes onto). She then looked at Colin. "Oh and for your information, there's no more Eighth Note. So don't worry about… those things you caused last time."

Colin sighed. "I know."

"So for starters," Blaineley cleared her throat as she held up the Sixteenth Note. "The Sixteenth Note cancels the votes of the player of your desire but for goodness' sake, you cannot use this for yourself."

"The Quarter Note gives you the opportunity to cancel all votes against you." Don added, holding up said figurine.

Brea shuffled the figurines in the box and held up the next figurine. "The Half Note doubles your own vote. So yeah, pretty useful if you ask me."

Some of the contestants started becoming anxious.

"The Whole Note… saves your team from elimination." Chef explained. "That is, if you're from the Minor team."

Tess raised a hand. "So what if a member of the Major team has it?"

"Well, you'll have to either wait until you move to Minor, or you give it to someone who is currently in the Minor team. You can't vote for a member to move up to Major if you use this, though." Chef answered.

Misha grabbed another box. "These next babies are my fucking favorites." She rubbed her hands vigorously as she pulled out a Quarter Rest. "This bitch will allow you to select one Major and one Minor team member to switch teams after a switch has been made."

Brea lifts up the Half Rest. "This one is the Half Rest, which will give you the opportunity to eliminate one contestant from the game, regardless of their team. The Whole Rest does the same thing but it eliminates three contestants."

"Now those are things we're gonna have to watch out for…" Orlando sighed, not wanting to get eliminated by said items.

"And for our ultra favorite…" Brea grunted as she grabbed a figurine from the bottom of the box. "THIS!"

"Oh fuck-" Vanessa hissed.

"Oh crap," Ryder cursed.

"Oh shit!" Toxa shouted.

"Oh crud..." Mag groaned.

"Oh snap." Therion complained.

"Oh great…" Colin sighed.

"Yeah, I hope all the veterans are done reacting already." Brea rolled her eyes, poor newbies had no idea what was going on. "Anyway, this is the Time Signature. And anyone who has this is automatically eliminated from the game. It will be at first disguised as a random item but will turn into this in an elimination ceremony."

"You said… what?" Bellona asked, rolling up her sleeves.

"Whoever has this is eliminated." Misha retorted. "...Bitch."

As soon as she said that, the veterans just merely nodded, while the newbies somehow had mixed emotions. Others were excited and some… not so much.


Gordoff: "This looks actually harder than I thought… nah, having Irene control you is harder."


"Now that I think we've covered up everything, I guess it's time for the damn fucking outro!" Misha cheered loudly. "Finally! You assholes can scram now!"

The contestants all glanced at each other before leaving the room, with Vanessa making a tsk tsk tsk sound right at Misha.

"You suck at this hosting thing, Misha."

"Thank fucking you."

"Yeah, for goodness' sake, stop swearing Misha. I swear, you probably swore like, a hundred times just by this episode alone." Brea rolled her eyes in full annoyance, not really liking her co-host's attitude (as if she didn't have that attitude either, welp).

"To be fair, this episode had three freaking parts, you know." Blaineley reminded her. "I know you weren't asking but oh well."

"Yup…" Don shrugged, not thinking of anything else to say. "So viewers, we finally have our teams for this season and we are FINALLY wrapping up this season's pilot episode!"

Chef jutted a hand on his chin. "Who do you guys think will get along? Maybe form even more rivalries? Or even relationships?"

"What do you guys think happened to the new judges and when will they show up?" Blaineley added into the asking.

"Seriously, I think I know why, but I don't know, I'll leave the solving up to you guys." Brea shrugged unsurely, merely just placing the weight on the others. "In all seriousness though, let's all call it a day and we'll see you next time in-"

"Total Drama Act III!"

End of episode.


TEAM STATUSES:

Major A: Abigail, Blake, Colin, Drew, Irene, Therion, Tess

Major B: Bellona, Bob, Edgar, Gordoff, Mag, Orlando, Vanessa

Minor A: Crystal, Gustav, Marion, Julian, Toxa, Vernon

Minor B: Fabio, Jeremy, Luciana, Ryder, Sara, Yves

CAST LISTED ACCORDING TO VOCAL RANGE:

Soprano: Toxa, Crystal, Tess, Yves

Mezzo-Soprano: Vanessa, Irene, Marion, Bellona, Luciana

Alto: Mag, Abigail, Sara, Blake

Tenor: Colin, Orlando, Vernon, Bob

Mezzo-Tenor: Therion, Fabio, Jeremy, Julian, Gordoff

Bass: Ryder, Edgar, Gustav, Drew


Differences of Major and Minor teams (based on Act II):

Team Major:

1. 2 veterans per Major team

2. 1 extra member per Major team (this was changed as in Act II, the Minor teams had one extra member)

3. 40% chance that a Major team is going to elimination (however, the Major team is not exempted from the Half/Whole Rest figurine and the Time Signature)

4. Votes someone to switch with a Minor team member

Team Minor:

1. Only 1 veteran per team

2. 60% chance that a Minor team is going to elimination

3. High chance of voting 2 members out per elimination ceremony (1 switches with a Major team member while the other goes out of the game)

4. Only Team Minor can use the Whole Note figurine


In-Game Items

- Sixteenth Note: Cancels votes of desired player

- Quarter Note: Cancels votes against self

- Half Note: Doubles the vote of the holder

- Whole Note: Saves the holder's team from elimination (Minor only)

- Quarter Rest: Gives the holder an opportunity to select a Minor team member and a Major team member to switch teams

- Half Rest: Holder will be able to eliminate a contestant, regardless of team

- Whole Rest: Holder will be able to eliminate 3 contestants, regardless of team

- Time Signature: Eliminates the holder from the game

Note 1: All items expire after 3 elimination ceremonies

Note 2: Whole Note and Quarter rest cannot be used past merge