In The Spotlight

Part 2- Shooting for the stars

Every person remembers where they were when it happened. When the life altering, mind blowing mass text was sent.

Good evening, from us at Wake Up New York. We've been wondering if the contestants still in would like to have a group interview. This would consist of a fan voted "burning question" for each contestant, as well as a few of our own. We have a spot Friday morning at 7, if you are interested.

Coiny was not happy about the text. Not it's content- he hadn't even read it. It's timing was the issue. He wanted to tell Pin the idea he'd come up with. Unfortunately, his plans were ruined. He wouldn't get around to explaining his revelation, because a ding sounded from the desk. But he knew it was ingenius.

The images and videos he'd seen were bad. That much was obviously true. But it also inspired him to do something. Something that would make him an actual leader. All he had to do was convince 17-21 other people.

Pin was thrilled. Which was Coiny's big problem. He couldn't interrupt this for her. She squealed. She grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. It was her dream to be known, to be a star. And now she was there.

She had no regard for the other hotel guests. If she had, she may not have jumped so much. It was probably concerning to those around her. She didn't care.

Firey glanced over the message. He saw it was about the show, and then he closed it. Leafy rolled her eyes, and asked if she needed to look. He said that she didn't yet. Now that he finally knew what was wrong, he didn't want to play a part in making it worse.

He looked at her, and around at the garden they sat in. He realized he didn't even care what the message really said. And in this moment when neither of them had any idea what was ahead, he was happy. He grabbed her hand and smiled.

Bubble was furious when she got the text. She already was done with the freaking show after this meeting with TB, and now she'd have to rave about her experiences and how lovely everything is. The thought was gross.

But it wasn't like she had the option to say no. Everyone would say yes and she wouldn't get a vote. Days like these made her really hate people.

Leafy was the last person to read it. Bubble had asked her what she thought about it, so she had to. Half an hour before she would've sobbed, it was too overwhelming. Now, in the room, clearheaded, she saw this as an opportunity. Get some things straight, show off her public speaking abilities.

It was her job to speak, strong and proud, and convince. Even when odds were against her, and they weren't now. She was a favorite. Everybody loves Leafy, apparently.

Four, after calling over X, was ecstatic. The two reminisced about the old days. They talked through chapters of their life, from being starstruck kids, to young adults, shooting for the stars, and after all that time, they'd made it.

X looked at Four, both crying lightly. They hugged. This normally would have repulsed Four (they weren't a fan of physical touch), but today, all they cared about was that the two of them had reached their dreams.

Four wondered if there would be any kids watching their show, awestruck, who will do the same.

(And we're back, everybody! I actually am going to be scheduling parts for 9 AM now, because it is my first day of school today, and I don't want to forget to publish as I head into the year. So excited. A longer chapter will be here tomorrow! 576 words.)