#jatproleplay

The girl watched from her spot as her band cheered, seemingly excited about their new spots in fame. CeCe was excited, but it was like she was forgotten. And it was stupid to feel lousy on her birthday. But here she was. She barely registered what was going on or who was sitting beside her, just stewing in her own thoughts. She jumped when they spoke. “Sorry. Wasn’t paying attention. What were you saying?” She asked quickly.

“Is someone gonna tell me what’s actually going on? Or am I gonna have to sit here in disbelief and wait?” The girl exclaimed, looking at the other as if they were crazy. “Hello?! I need answers!”

“Were you not going to tell me? Or were you just going to wait till I was half way on stage to say that my piece had been cut?!” She had practiced so hard, so many times, to get this heartfelt piece on stage. And instead of telling her they cut it again, they were going to let her make a fool of herself? “I can’t believe it. Why do they do this to me?” She exclaimed, spinning around toward the mirrors.

“I still don’t understand what he sees in her. She’s a literal demon.” Truth was, she didn’t think they were all bad. But Flynn couldn’t let that break her. She turned. “Hello? Are you even listening?” She snapped her fingers in their face, trying to grab their attention.

“Is this seriously what you brought me out here for? Gossip?!” The violinist asked, standing in the darkness with only the outside porch light giving them the light they needed. “Please tell me it’s something juicy. Or at least real? Cause I’m exhausted and I have a calculus test in the morning!”

She couldn’t help the chuckle that came out, looking down at the heavily sequined, bright yellow outfit. “Yeah. Yellow is definitely not my color.” The wig was back in the dressing room, waiting for its debut. “But apparently it was the only color left for the group so I took it.” She crossed her arms, looking to her teammates. “What are you doing here anyway? This is a Dirty Candy performance? Not a Julie and the Phantoms performance.” She asked.

“Oh, so we’re doing this now?” Julie muses, standing there in disbelief as she watched them. She didn’t really have an answer to what they were doing. “And what is this you’re doing, exactly?” She asked, crossing her arms as she stood there.

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