The Teenage Monologues.

The Night of the Showcase: A Milo Monologue.

Tonight is the night of the first showcase I will ever do as a student at Waverly High. This week leading up to this day had the entire school in complete panic mode; decorations were being put up and it was announced very morning on the loudspeaker in every classroom. I didn’t realize just how serious a showcase like this was for the school; it felt like the Grammy Awards for a performing arts high school.

I stepped out of the bathroom stall and looked at myself through the mirror. The other guys were laughing and talking near the sinks in the boy’s bathroom. We’re all dressed up in fancy tuxedos; with brow ties and everything. It definitely feels like the real deal now, I mean at every recital or school concert I did when I was younger we wore a button down short and whatever pair of pants we wanted to wear. This feels like a completely different level of performing.

“Mr. Harrison wants us back in the band room, guys,” one of my classmates stated. The other guys begin to get their stuff and talk as they exit the bathroom. I take a deep breath before gathering my stuff to do the same.

I begin to walk down the hallway back to the band room when all of a sudden, I feel someone grab my shoulder.

“Hey, dude,” Davy said as we walked down the hallway together. “You’re ready for tonight’s show? You have, like, 30 songs to perform.”

“Ha ha,” I sarcastically laughed. “I’m just ready for this showcase to finally start so we can perform already.” As Davy and I continue to walk towards the band room, our band-mates keep walking ahead and passing us; one of them being Aaron Serrano. I rolled my eyes at the sight of him. We hear Mr. Harrison’s voice coming out of the band room, making sure that we all get to our final rehearsal before the showcase later tonight.

Everyone gets in their seats as Mr. Harrison closes the front door. The room is quiet; I can tell we were all nervous to do our first showcase as students here at Waverly. Who knows who’ll be sitting in that audience watching us? Who knows if we will be any good; what if we don’t live up to the expectations of the other Waverly students before us? Mr. Harrison stands in front of us before he speaks.

“Tonight is a big night for all of you,” he began to say. “This will be the first of many showcases coming your way, so even if you are nervous or feeling intense about tonight’s performance, make sure that no matter what, you have fun doing what you guys love to do.” Mr. Harrison looks at me and Aaron before pointing us out to the class. The class turns around to look at us; Sophie does as well. “We have some of our dual majors participating in the Dual Major Performance tonight, so please stay after your performance and support not only them, but your fellow Waverly classmates as well.” The class looks forward again as Mr. Harrison addresses the class again. “Lastly, good luck and be the best that you are on that stage.” The class claps after his speech and begins to gather their things in order to line up for the show. I get up from my seat quickly, wanting to talk to Sophie before we all left for the auditorium. Aaron nudges me to make room to pass me with this things, not even looking back to say anything. I wanted nothing more than to just kick him in the mouth. Davy walks towards me once more while looking at Aaron pass by me the way that he did.

“Of course Mr. High-And-Mighty probably got off at the praise Mr. Harrison gave you guys about the dual major performance,” Davy mentioned. I don’t say anything back. I see Sophie walking by with her instrument in hand with the other members of the string section. As Sophie got closer to us, I smiled and waved at her.

“Hi, Scout,” I said to Sophie. She looked up and quickly smiled at me, then looked back down as she walked by. I was a little hurt that she didn’t stop to say hi back. It was our first showcase and she knows just how much it meant for the both of us. I thought she would’ve stopped and wished me good luck or possibly calm me down after seeing just how fucking nervous I am for this showcase. I didn’t get anything but a quick smile of acknowledgement.

“Are you and Sophie good?” Davy asked.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” I said, trying to play off the exchange as if it was nothing. “Her section had to line up.”

“Oh,” Davy answered. “I thought maybe you were mad at her for talking to Aaron the other day or something.” Aaron? I quickly look at Davy feeling very confused and concerned. Why would Sophie be talking to Aaron of all people? Sophie knows that Aaron was the reason why I was temporarily suspended from my dual major status. She knows just how much work had to put into learning all of the band pieces on top of the dual major pieces that I missed during my suspension. She knows how I feel about Aaron, so why is she talking to him behind my back and not even telling me?

“Aaron?” I began to question. “Like, Aaron Serrano?” Davy looked at me like I was crazy.

“Yeah; who else?” Davy answered. “I don’t know what they were talking about, but they were loud enough for it to be heard from down the hallway.” One of our band-mates taps Davy to tell him to line up in his section. Davy walks away from me without explaining anything to me. A part of me didn’t want to know more; I felt sick to my stomach knowing that a girl I like was talking to Aar–

I mean, my friend. My really good, supportive… funny… smart… beautiful friend.

I look over at Sophie; she’s standing in line with the rest of the string section talking to the other band-mates. I can’t help but look at her and not feel the things that I feel. She makes me nervous, especially when we hang out in complete silence and she just looks at me and smiles. I feel like besides Mollie and my other friends, she’s the only other girl that actually listens to me; not when she feels like it or when it has to do with her, but actually listens. She always talks to me like she wants to her what I have to say. It’s nice to have someone like Sophie in my life.

I began to walk to where Sophie is standing; I have to talk to her. I can’t help not knowing why she would need to talk to Aaron and why all of a sudden she’s so cold towards me. I don’t care if we have to be in our spot before we enter the auditorium; Sophie means more to me than any performance I can do tonight. Maybe that means something.

I walked up to Sophie, in which she immediately stopped talking to the other band-mates and looked at me. She looked nervous; sad even. Why was she sad to see me? Why did she look like wasn’t happy to see me?

“Hey, Sophie,” I said, feeling like this was the first time I ever spoke to her.

“Hi, Milo,” she answered back quickly. “We’re going to head to the auditorium any minute now, so–“

“I know,” I quickly said, trying to not waste any time before that happens. “Can I talk to you for a quick second? I promise I’ll get you back in place before we have to go in.” Sophie looks hesitant, but ultimately walks away from the line to talk to me.

“What’s going on?” Sophie asked once we found a spot to talk at. I didn’t know where to start, in all honesty. I didn’t know what to bring up first or how to bring it up without it coming of the wrong way. Either way, I had to say something fast before it was too late.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked. “I just feel like for a day like today, you would’ve been more supportive or something.” Sophie’s eyebrows scrunch together; I definitely did not mean for it to come out like that.

“You’re not the only one performing tonight,” Sophie spat out. “Maybe I was also just too busy trying to get my things together for my performance as well?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said without letting Sophie say anything else. “It’s just… you’ve been around for all the practices and you know how much work I had to put into learning all these pieces for the band and the dual major performance–“

“So is my hard work for my performance not valid to yours just because you’re doing much more?” Sophie asked, now annoyed at me. I didn’t understand why she was acting this way. She wasn’t letting me speak, and she wasn’t listening to me anymore. It was like Sophie wasn’t herself , and I have no idea what happened to change that.

Besides talking to Aaron.

“Why are you acting like this?” I finally said back. “It’s like ever since you spoke to Aaron, you’ve been so distant and cold with me.” I can tell my Sophie’s expression that she did not know that I knew about her talk with Aaron. She quickly gains her composure back before she answers.

“My conversation with Aaron had nothing to do with you,” Sophie answered. “Why does that even matter?”

“Why would you have a conversation with him? You know how I feel about him,” I asked; I was done trying to sugarcoat how I was feeling with Sophie. She clearly didn’t care how she was making me feel in this moment.

“He’s one of our band-mates,” Sophie said. “Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist in our class.”

“You never spoke to Aaron before,” I pointed out, trying to not get loud. I was getting angry at Sophie; who the hell was this girl I was talking to? What did Aaron tell her to make her act this way toward me? “Seriously Sophie, what can you and Aaron possibly talk about?”

“Oh wouldn’t you love to know,” Sophie mocked, rolling her eyes at me. “Not everything is about you, Milo. For once, maybe you should think about someone besides yourself.”

“What are you even saying?” I asked, clearly confused at this whole conversation. “I’m just saying that Aaron has no business talking to you. He doesn’t even like you.”

“Yeah, apparently I’m hard to like,” Sophie said as she tried to walk back to her spot. What does that mean?

“Sophie,” I said as I grabbed her by the hand. She quickly yanked her hand away from me. Now I was angry. “What the hell is wrong with you?! I didn’t do anything to you–“

“Milo, you didn’t even ask me how I was feeling about this performance,” Sophie snapped at me. “Not once did you acknowledge the fact this showcase is bloody nerve-wrecking for me. My mum couldn’t even make it here tonight because it conflicted with her job! I know I’m not performing for that audience tonight; there’s barely anyone there because they know the string orchestra always performs at the beginning of the showcase. I’m not performing that solo for anybody but the people who rehearsed the same two songs with me for the past four months. But no, you just wanted to talk to me about a boy that you despise and see if he said anything to me about you.”

I didn’t know what to say in this moment. I didn’t know that Sophie was going through all of that; she never told me she was feeling these things. She normally would; we confine in each other and for Sophie to hold all of that in and not tell me before the showcase was weird.

“You know, maybe Aaron isn’t that much of a jerk as you made him out to be,” Sophie said.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I spat out, furious that Sophie would even say anything like that. “Dude, he was the reason I got my dual status suspended! He doesn’t care about anyone but himself!”

“At least he goes out of his way to care for the people he cares about!” Sophie said. What? “You want to know so bad what Aaron spoke to me about? He was looking for Mollie! He saw that I was the last person to talk to her and wanted to know why she was so upset. He didn’t ask me ‘oh what did you tell Mollie about me’, but he was genuinely trying to find out why Mollie was upset.”

“Mollie?” I questioned. “Why was Aaron asking you about Mollie?”

“Because that’s what you do when you like someone!” Sophie answered out loud. “When you care about someone and like someone, you make it known that you do. You do anything to make that person feel happy; you put aside your own problems for that one moment because you know that the person you like and care about is not okay.”

“Aaron likes Mollie?” I simply asked. Sophie rolled her eyes and began to walk back to her spot in the line. We were all about to start walking towards the auditorium. I wasn’t done with this conversation; I needed to know what the hell was going on.

“Yes,” she finally confessed. “And he made it so known to her that they are actually dating now, because when you like someone, Milo, you tell them. You don’t just leave them in the dark questioning their very existence because you’re more worried about yourself!” I couldn’t hear anything around me. I felt everything in my body drop to the pit of my stomach. Aaron and Mollie are dating? My best friend is dating my worst enemy? Mollie is supposed to be my best friend; her dating Aaron would be like me dating Laurie. Aaron has done nothing but make my life a living hell since the day I met him, and for Mollie to know this and not tell me he was her boyfriend? I feel hurt and betrayed.

“You knew they were dating and you never told me?” I asked, more furious than anything else. “You knew this entire time that they were dating and you weren’t going to tell me?!” Sophie looked pale in the face, like she was going to be sick. I don’t think Sophie was planning on telling me this information, because she is looking at me like she just spilled the biggest can of beans imaginable.

“I shouldn’t have even told you,” Sophie quickly answered. “It wasn’t my place to say anything, but–“

“You knew this whole time that my best friend was dating my worst enemy, Sophie! How could you do this to me?” I yelled at Sophie. This was the first time I was this angry at Sophie. It was like everything I ever felt about her and everything I thought about her was a complete lie. Maybe she never liked me; maybe she was just using me for her own personal gain. I thought she was different. Sophie now looked even more angry than she was before.

“Do this to you?” Sophie said. She scoffed and took a deep breath. “You know what? Fine. I’m sorry for keeping that from you, but has it ever occurred to you that Mollie and Aaron didn’t tell me that they were dating? That maybe, just maybe, they made it so bloody obvious they liked each other and were dating, but you just never paid attention?” I looked at Sophie trying to put the pieces together. How could that even be? Mollie and I always hang out… well, most of the time.

Wait. Now that I think about it; it’s been a long time since we actually hung out after school or even spoke to each other for more than 5 minutes during passing. She was with Aaron this entire time, and I never knew. Was I really that so out-of-touch with everything that I didn’t see the signs? How did I not notice that Mollie was dating a guy, let alone Aaron Serrano of all people?

“There’s a lot of things you didn’t pay attention to,” Sophie said.

“What is that suppose to mean?” I asked. Before she could answer, Mr. Harrison yells out for us to get in our spots in line. Sophie walks back to her spot without saying another word. There’s nothing I can do but go back to my spot and walk into the auditorium with the band to start off the showcase…

To then go and sing with my so-called best friend and her boyfriend as the soloists.

The "Something" Series: Season 3

Something to Live By: A Grace Monologue.

All of the dancers are placed into this one tiny dressing room; leaving us to pile our belongings on top of each other and take the smallest space possible in front of each mirror. I sit in one of the seats and look at myself in the mirror; clearly look more tired than usual. Even though we’ve been here for almost a week, I feel like my body is still fighting the immense jet lag from the travel. It’s like it won’t get the memo that it’s in a new country with a completely different time zone. Sheesh, imagine when I go back to New York.

“Hey, girl,” I hear Aimee greet me as she sits next to me in the dressing room. She looks at the mirror in front of her and begins to get ready for the rehearsal. She briefly looks at me through the mirror before continuing getting ready. “You look like shit today.”

“Thanks, Aimee,” I sarcastically answered, now applying another layer of concealer under my eyes. “I went to bed pretty late at night.”

“Another date with Sahim?” she teased. I rolled my eyes and continued applying my makeup on my face.

“No,” I simply answered. “I was on the phone with my cousin from California. You know the time difference is literally almost 24 hours.”

“Oh, Skylar right?” I nodded my head at Aimee. When first came back to New York and started rehearsals for this production, I spoke a lot about my time in California a lot to Aimee. Aimee was born on the east coast, but she had went to the west coast for college in the Bay Area. I told Aimee that one day we have to take a girl’s trip to California as celebration of completing the production next year. Of course, we extended the invitation to Maurice as well. “Is all well in Cali?”

“Yeah, nothing special; still living in Santa Monica with her boyfriend,” I answered as I applied blush on my cheeks. “They’re looking at buying a house by the end of the year.”

“Are they planning on getting married? Buying a house together is a big step,” Aimee mentioned. I scoffed to myself. It was going to take more than a guy permanently living with her to go and get married, and from what I knew about Shawn, it would take just as long for him to pop any sort of question like that.

“Not that I know of. You know this younger generation these days,” I said as I began to put my makeup back in my bag.

“Girl, you’re 30; not 50,” Aimee pointed out. “That is our generation.” One of the director’s assistants knocks on the dressing room door and lets us know that we have to be on stage within 5 minutes for the rehearsal. The other ladies in the room began to wrap things up and getting ready to leave the room. Aimee and I begin to do the same. “But speaking of beaus, are you and Sahim doing dinner tonight again?”

“Sahim is not a beau, and no,” I bluntly responded to Aimee’s cander. “I’m going to my niece’s apartment for dinner; she lives in Busan.”

“You seriously have family here in Korea?” Aimee questioned. I zipped my bag and placed it on top of my seat as I was getting ready to leave the room with her.

“Let’s just say my family on my mother’s side is huge,” I simply answered, holding the door open for Aimee as we walked out.

The transportation in Korea felt similar to New York’s, yet so different. In the city, you wouldn’t dare drive your car to a Broadway show or to a restaurant unless you wanted to circle around the same block 12 times or pay 20 dollars an hour in a reserved parking lot. If you were able to get where you needed to go by bus or train, then you were using public transportation without any questions asked. The same was for Korea. Going from train to bus, to then walking to transfer to the next bus; it felt like I was going into Brooklyn to Emerson’s place on a Saturday night. Speaking of Emerson…

I get off the last bus of the trip and see someone that looks a lot like Emerson. The woman smiles widely and comes running toward me, and I can’t help but smile and run back to her.

“Grace!” the woman said as she hugs me tight. She pulls away to take a good look at me. “Look at you!”

“Look at you!” I said back to her. “You look amazing, Summer.” Summer is Emerson’s older sister and technically my mom is Summer’s godmother. From the stories by mom told me back in New York, Summer’s parents had her when they were teenagers. I couldn’t even imagine ever having a child at 18-years-old, so I have tons of respect for her parents. We walk towards her car and get in so that we can finally get to her apartment; thankfully it was only a 10 minute drive up this enormous looking hill.

“How’s everyone doing back in America?” Summer asked as she drove the car. The scenery was beautiful as we passed by all the untouched snow on the ground.

“Everyone’s good,” I began to answer. “My dad and Mollie are still living in the city, Willow started school a couple of months ago; time seriously is flying by.” Summer laughs and smiles at my response.

“I remember when Willow was just born. Emerson sent me that picture of you and Willow; I couldn’t help but laugh because she was so well rested and you looked like, well, like you just gave birth to a child.” Summer recalled. I smiled at the memory, but then it immediately made me sad. “How’s Emerson and Camilla doing?”

“Good, good; have you’ve been able to see the new baby?” I looked at Summer and asked.

“Only over Facetime, but Seungyoon and I are planning to visit them later in the year.” Seungyoon is Summer’s boyfriend of, like, almost 20 years; his English name is Ethan. I don’t know why they never tied the knot; she and her boyfriend moved their entire life from America to live in Korea. It makes me think about the conversation I had with Aimee about Skylar and Shawn and their plan on getting a house in the future.

“I know they’ll be excited to see you in person,” I said, smiling at Summer before looking out the car window. If the snow makes Korea look gorgeous, I can only imagine how fully grown-in trees and flowers makes Korea look in the warmer weather. It hits me suddenly; I have the rest of the year living in this country. So much can happen in my life in a year, which scares me more than it excites me. I’m not good at staying in one place for a long time, especially if it doesn’t feel like home. “How did you and Ethan adjust when you first moved here?”

“It took some time, but I think because we vacationed in Korea once before, it didn’t feel so foreign when we made the move,” Summer answered. “Seungyoon also helped me adjust when we first got here. I’m very thankful that I had him during the transition.” I nodded my head, not saying anything in response. I’m glad she had someone to help her adjust to the culture and the transition from America to Korea. I wonder if Jamie felt that way when he came to America all those years ago…

“Why? Already planning on moving here?” Summer teased. I scoffed before looking back out the window. “I think being here for a year is more than enough time for me.”

“It’s exciting that you’re doing the production here,” Summer pointed out. “Like, to do what you love and experience a completely different culture and lifestyle and making all these new memories; it gives you something the live by.”

“Something to live by?” I asked, really not knowing what she meant by that.

“Life can get so tedious and difficult,” Summer began to say. “Seungyoon would always tell me that his travels around the world made him realize that nothing can replace what feels like home. Doing the type of work that you do, the entertainment work, can get lonesome and exhausting if you feel like you’re not doing it without a purpose.” I crossed my arms and look at Summer.

“How much of my life did Em tell you?” I asked. Summer sighed before she makes the last exit before driving up another road.

“Enough to know that you’ve been though a lot and deserve to feel joy and happiness,” Summer confessed. At the red light, Summer now looks at me; she looks at me with her infamous protective look; one that I remember first getting all those years when I first came to New York City as a teenager. “I just want you to know that you aren’t alone. You have me if you ever need to get away from the madness of the production, and I know you probably have a solid group of friends within the production that you can make great memories with.” I think about Aimee. I think about Maurice. I think about Sahim, which makes me smile. Summer smiles back at me before looking toward the road again when the light turns green. “So, when’s opening night?”

“In two weeks,” I answered. “Rehearsal for that has been intense, but I’m excited for the production to officially start running.”

“After the first 20 shows, you’ll be doing this production in your sleep,” Summer teased. I shake my head as I laugh to myself; I think that’s something I can probably do now.

Summer drives into a parking lot of an apartment building, and needless to say I am impressed. I look around at the vacant spots as Summer parks the car in one of them. She turns the car off and looks at me.

“What?” Summer asked.

“You don’t have to pay for your parking spot?” I asked, genuinely curious for the answer. Summer doesn’t look as amused as I am.

“Grace, I live here,” Summer said before she gathered her stuff to get out of the car. “We don’t have to pay for parking; it’s called ‘paying rent’.”

“Shit,” I began to say as I started to get out of the car. “Maybe this feature will be the reason why I stay here after all.” Both Summer and I laughed so loud, it echoed throughout the parking garage.

The Teenage Monologues.

What is it Really?: A Mollie Monologue.

I sat outside the school before going home. It was pathetic, but I had nowhere else to go besides straight home, and I didn’t feel like going home just yet. I wanted to hang out with Milo; I wanted nothing more than to go to the pizza place and get a slice while we talked about anything we wanted to. I miss the days when Milo and I did that; I don’t even remember the last time we did something like that.

I guess I didn’t realize it’s been so long because I hang out with Aaron most days after school. Maybe I’m only realizing just how much I miss hanging out with Milo because this is the first time in a long time that I haven’t spent my time after school with Aaron. I was supposed to meet with Aaron near my locker after class, but I ditched him after hearing those girls talk about him in math class. I didn’t understand what was happening; I mean, Aaron and I never made it official; like we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but we act like we are. Whenever we hang out, we hold hands when we walk and he kisses me on the cheek and he always hugs me. Aaron always gave the best hugs.

I start to feel the tears fall from my eyes again, and I immediately wiped them away. The last thing I needed was some dumb kid looking at me cry over a boy on the front steps of the school. I just didn’t know what to do or feel at this moment. I want to run away and hide from everyone, but I feel stuck in these steps. Maybe I’m just here because I know that once I go home, I will just let my thoughts get the best of me and I’ll start crying. I looked at my phone to see if Milo maybe messaged me; nothing. He’s probably with Sophie like he always is.

This is when I get up from where I’m sitting and just go–

“Mols?” I heard Aaron’s voice call me by the nickname he only calls me, and I feel my heart jump around along my chest. I look up and see Aaron standing at the end of the bench, looking directly at me. I looked away quickly; I really didn’t want him to see me upset. It wasn’t long after that I felt him sit next to me on the bench. “Mollie?” Fuck. Not my full name.

I looked up at him and I can see the confusion written all over his face. He looked hurt like me not meeting him after class affected him negatively. That’s not how a guy talking to multiple girls acts. I felt bad, but then I hear those two annoying girls in my head, talking about Aaron like they knew him the way I did. When did I become this jealous? Did it mean that I actually wanted more than what we already are? How can I trust a guy as talented and as known as Aaron Serrano to want to be just my boyfriend? Maybe he has an agenda like every boy on this planet. Why would Aaron actually like me?

“Is everything okay?” Aaron asked. I sighed and faked a smile; I didn’t want to get into everything at this point. If anything, I just wanted my mind to quiet down.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t they be?” I answered, picking the nail polish off my nails. Aaron watched as I did as if he already knew my nervous ticks and defense mechanisms to save face.

“You weren’t at your locker after class,” Aaron pointed out. “You always meet me at your locker so that we could go to practice together.” Fuck. I totally forgot we had band practice in the city today.

“Why didn’t you go without me?” I genuinely asked, worried that his bandmates would be angry at him for missing a practice. Aaron tilted his head like he was confused.

“Because I was trying to find you all this time,” Aaron answered, sounding as if he was growing annoyed at me. I rolled my eyes, getting frustrated all over again at him. Why would be trying to find me? Clearly, if I wasn’t where I was supposed to be, that meant I didn’t want to be found. I wanted to be invisible.

“You should’ve just gone without me,” I started to say. “Now your bandmates are gonna be mad at you for missing a rehearsal so close to the show–“

“You think I give a shit about that?” Aaron interrupted me to say. “Plus, you’re a part of that group. You’re our lead singer,” Aaron emphasized. A couple of weeks ago, Aaron told me that the band wanted to change their image up a bit and thought it would be good to have a girl sing the lead vocals. Aaron asked me if I was interested in joining his band to sing. Of course, I was nervous at first; I was now entering a band that had a solid lineup prior to me ever knowing Aaron. But, I found myself enjoying being a part of the band; not only was I singing lead in a band, but I was hanging out with Aaron and I couldn’t deny the fact that I valued the time we would spend together. Stupidly of me, I thought I was different.

“Yeah, well I didn’t feel like going,” I said, grabbing my bag from the bench and getting ready to leave. Aaron places his hand gently on top of mine to stop me from getting up. I looked at him as he looked at me. “What?” I coldly said.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron finally asked without any gentleness, like he was done being nice to me and wanted to get straight to the point. It pissed me off, why couldn’t he take what I was saying as it was and just leave me the fuck alone?

“Nothing,” I simply said.

“Ronnie said you were upset when you left your class; what happened in your class?” Aaron was trying to put the pieces together. It felt like he was trying to pull out teeth one by one until he was able to get to the root of it all. I warned him, and he wasn’t getting it. You wanna know? Fuck it.

“Oh nothing, just the fact that I had to sit in front of Bella and her annoying ass friend and hear them talk about how she can’t wait to see you at your next show,” I confessed. “So much for inviting me to your showcase because you only wanted me there, huh?”

“Bella?” Aaron asked.

“Yeah, Bella!” I yelled. “What, is she your girlfriend or something, or is she just your biggest groupie?” Aaron looked mad about what I was saying. It was out there and I couldn’t stop any more from coming out. “Because the way she spoke about you, it was like you guys are officially a couple or some stupid shit.”

“Bella is just a girl in my dual major rehearsals,” Aaron explained. “She’s also a senior.”

“Oh,” I sarcastically said. “A senior! Wow, how does it feel to be a freshman scoring with a dumb senior that’s still taking freshman math?!”

“You think Bella and I are dating?” Aaron repeated back to me. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Don’t be one of those guys that deny dating someone when literally she spoke about you as if you were,” I spat back to Aaron. I didn’t see anything but red at this point. I know what I heard and saw with my two eyes.

“What in your right mind thought that Bella and I were dating?” Aaron began to raise his voice back at me. “Seriously, Mollie; she’s just a girl in the dual major rehearsals like we have to talk to each other because we are a part of the same ensemble for the showcase–“

“So, let me get the facts straight,” I spoke over Aaron. “She’s a senior, she’s pretty and popular, and she’s also a dual major. What does she dual major in?” I asked.

“Why?” Aaron asked. “Why does that matter?”

“What does she dual major in?!” I yelled out. Aaron paused to look at me, and I hate the look he was giving me. He looks like he’s just seen me for my true colors like I wasn’t the cool and chill girl he thought I was. I hate how this was going and how I was reacting to everything. I felt like I was suffocating in this conversation and grasping for any sort of oxygen to keep me still breathing. Why did it matter what Bella majored in? Why was that the one thing I wanted to know?

“Vocal and dance,” Aaron finally answered. The answer wasn’t shocking, but I was dreading that to be the answer. I had a feeling Bella was a vocal and dance dual major just in the way she carried herself. She looked like she came from money, and in order to be even considered for Waverly’s dance program alone, you needed the money to be a part of it. Costumes and hairpieces and travel fees… that all had to be paid by the student.

It was something I wanted to do when I auditioned for Waverly, and when I got the acceptance letter to be a dual major myself, I declined it. I couldn’t do it. For Aaron to have found someone who was everything I wanted to hurts the most.

“I guess she was everything you wanted, huh?” I finally said. I wanted to cry and run away, but something kept telling me to stay and to hear Aaron out. I just wanted to understand what was it about Bella that made him want to talk to her and invite her to his shows. I wanted to hear him say the things that I needed to hear, and the longer I sat here waiting for him to say them, the more desperate I became.

“Mollie, are you hearing yourself? I didn’t say anything about Bella in that way,” Aaron tried to reason with me. “I don’t know what you heard from Bella and her gossiping to her friends, but I simply invited her to the show because she asked. Her brother is Xavier.”

“Brother?” I repeated.

“Yeah, Mols,” Aaron stated. “I don’t see Bella in the way you think I see her. She’s a friend.”

“But, she made it seem like she liked you more than a friend,” I explained.

“But that doesn’t mean I like her more than a friend,” Aaron looked me in the eyes as he spoke to me. “And I don’t.” I didn’t say anything after that; in a way, I felt incredibly stupid for letting something like this get to me like this. Maybe I couldn’t hide it anymore. Maybe I needed to know in this exact minute what are we, just so I can either feel some sort of relief or go home and cry my eyes out. Either way, I wasn’t leaving until I knew.

“So what is it, really?” I simply asked. Aaron scrunched his eyebrows, appearing confused.

“I told you, Bella and I are—”

“No,” I interrupted him. “I meant… what really is this?” I asked as I pointed to myself and him. Aaron looked flustered and at a loss for words. What he lacked in this moment I had too much of it, and I needed to control this situation.

“Aaron,” I gently said his name. “I don’t want to be one of those jealous girls and explode on the littlest things, but I realize I acted that way because, well, I don’t know what we are. You never asked me to be your girlfriend.” Everything was now out in the air. I wanted to vomit the nerves out of my stomach. Looking at Aaron piece together his thoughts before he spoke was killing me. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe Aaron never wanted to be more than friends with me.

“I didn’t know you wanted that, Mols,” Aaron started to say. “You never brought this up before.”

“I shouldn’t have to,” I snapped back, feeling defensive. “You should want it too if you felt the same way!”

“I can’t read your mind,” Aaron started to say. “I can’t assume you feel the same way about me when you haven’t said anything about it.”

“Then what was all that crap after the showcase about?!” I yelled out. Aaron looked around, seeming worried that someone would hear us. I didn’t care enough to lower my voice. “Being the rockstar’s girlfriend? Saying you like me and that you kissed me?! It was like that night happened and never spoke of it again!” Aaron didn’t know how to respond, and I guess his lack of response made me realize that I was a fool all this time. I grabbed my bag from the bench for real this time and walk away.

“Mollie, wait!” I hear Aaron call out. I don’t turn around and I don’t look back. I don’t want Aaron to see the tears falling down my ace at this point.

The "Something" Series: Season 3

Goodnight’s Wishes, Something’s Missing: A Grace Monologue.

Salim and I get off of the elevator on my floor; he’s laughing at some lame joke I made on our way up here, but anything that makes his smile come out I will do.

We finally stopped in front of my hotel room; I turned around and faced Sahim to look at him. He smiles down at me and I can’t help but smile back. This man’s smile is contagious, and I definitely got whatever it is.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight,” I began to say. “I didn’t realize just how much it was needed after that intense rehearsal.”

“It’s always good to decompress after a long day of work,” Sahim responded. “Unfortunately, these rehearsals are going to just become more intense as the show gets closer.” I sighed, knowing that Sahim was right. “Remember the last rehearsals we had in New York?”

“Please,” I began to answer. “I still have nightmares about how hard that shit was.” Sahim laughs, and I can’t help but laugh along with him. Sahim, of all people, understands just how demanding and draining this production is. Sahim always says I have it worse since I’m dancing for almost 8 hours a day, but I can only imagine his job is just as exhausting considering he works closely with the director more than the dancers. Still, it was nice to talk to someone that understood the hardships of this job. I was appreciative to have someone like Sahim along this crazy and new journey of mine as a dancer.

“So, I’ll see you for rehearsal tomorrow?” Sahim asked. I nodded, a little sad that our night was coming to an end, but it had to end; he and I were both exhausted at this point. Sahim smiled and nodded. He turns away and walks down the hall toward the elevators. I pretend to walk into my room just so he doesn’t know I was watching him leave my floor. Once he stepped into the elevator, I closed my front door and let out the breath I was holding in for most of the night. I threw my purse on the counter before taking off my shoes at the door. I took a bottle of water out of the fridge and walked toward the window in the room. The city lights in Korea reminded me a lot of New York City. I can’t help but feel homesick already. It was like the high of tonight wore off and reality was setting in.

I’m quite used to nights like this; the type where I’m unable to distract myself with the activities do during the day and am alone with nothing but my thoughts. I think a lot about my life and how much different it has become within the last couple of years. I think about Willow and wonder if she will ever forgive me for not being as present as a mother should when she gets older. I think about my dad, who I still feel like I disappointed when I left the law firm a couple of years ago. I think about my mom and wonder if she worries about me being a part of this production knowing what she knows about it when she was my age. I think about—

My phone rings on top of the counter. I turn around and look at it when it does. I walk over to it, wondering who could be possibly calling me at 11pm at night. I look down at it and smile; it’s Skylar.

“Hey, Sky,” I answered the phone as I walked back toward the window.

“I’m shocked I even got you,” Sky responded. “Isn’t it like 2am here?”

“It’s 11,” I began to correct her. “And I just got back from dinner not too long ago.”

“Oh, was it like a production dinner thing?” She asked. I hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to open this can of worms. If I know anything about Skylar, it’s that she knows when I don’t want to talk about something… she just keeps pushing for answers.

“No, it was with a crew member,” I casually answered, hoping that was enough for Skylar. Again, if I know anything about Skylar, it’s that she wants to know everything, so she keeps pushing for answers.

“A crew member?” Skylar asked, clearly hitting an octave above her normal speaking voice. “Like a date?”

“No,” I quickly answered, trying not to smile as I did. “It was just dinner after a rehearsal, nothing more than that—”

“Oh, so there was other people from your rehearsal there?” Skylar interrupted to ask. I shut my eyes closed, knowing there was no escaping this.

“You have to promise that you won’t go running to tell Shawn,” I started to confess. “The last thing I need is for him to know that—”

“I knew it was a date!” Skylar shouted out. “Oh my God, you gotta give me the details.” I couldn’t help but smile at Skylar’s reaction; she makes me feel like a smitten teenager again with a crush.

“His name is Sahim,” I began to explain. “He’s a part of the technical crew for the production.” I was nervous continuing. “This was our first time going out, like, outside from the rehearsal space.”

“Is my uptight cousin gushing over a man?” Skylar teased. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“We had a really good time tonight,” I continued to say. “So, that’s what I did.”

“Is he still with you?” she curiously asked.

“No, he went back to his room,” I answered. I can practically hear Skylar flip something over the phone.

“You didn’t invite him over after dinner?!” Skylar asked, very annoyed.

“Sky, I barely know the guy,” I started to explain. “I’m not trying to go from 1 to 90 in one night.”

“Shawn and I did that,” Skylar pointed out. “That and so much more.” I felt tonight’s dinner begin to come up.

“I’m not you,” I mentioned. “Just because something works for you doesn’t mean it works for everyone else.”

“Well, whatever you’re trying to do, I know you wish you were spending more time with him right now since you claim to have had such a good night tonight.” I sometimes hate when Skylar actually makes sense.

“We have rehearsal tomorrow, so it’s best if we just ended the night when it did,” I said as I walked away from the window and back toward the counter. The time on the stove reads 11:25. Skylar doesn’t respond to me, which makes me nervous. “Promise you won’t bring this up to Shawn?”

“Why are you so concerned about me telling my boyfriend that you’re crushing over a guy and that you are finally over a man that you haven’t seen or spoken to in months?” Skylar sarcastically asked. Once again, I hate when Skylar actually makes sense. “Grace, I love you, but I think we all get the picture that what was once was and now it’s in the past. You deserve someone that makes you feel happy, and this Sahim guy sounds like he’s doing it well.”

I didn’t say anything back, and I think Skylar got the hint after awhile. All she did was sigh before she said anything else.

“I won’t tell Shawn,” Skylar said.

“Thanks Sky,” I said before taking a deep breath and releasing it. “I should get going though; we do have an early rehearsal tomorrow and I’m exhausted.” I said my goodbyes and hung up the phone.

I walked toward the window in the room once again to see the city once more before closing the blinds. I walked into my room and closed the door behind me.

The Teenage Monologues.

The Truth Speaks for Itself: A Sophie Monologue.

“Don’t leave Aaron waiting for too long,” I spat back. Oh. My. God. Why would I ever say that to Mollie Castro? I don’t know what has gotten over me, but hearing Mollie blame me for her and Milo’s friendship being different now made me angry; furious even. I don’t know Mollie well enough to judge her, but I can only say what I see with my two eyes, and something told me to say it because it was the only way I could ever hurt someone like Mollie Castro the same way she wanted me to hurt.

Mollie turned around and looked me dead in the face. She looked paler in the face; ghostly even. Something tells me I opened the biggest can of worms I could possibly open. Mollie walks to me without ever breaking eye contact; I can feel my fight or flight response kick in, and all I want to do is run away.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mollie calmly said, which was scary since her face expressed the total opposite of it. “So I suggest you mind your business, Sophie.”

“Does Milo know what I’m talking about?” I asked. I was more curious than being catty at this point. Mollie seemed to be angered at my question.

“Fuck off, Sophie–“

“You can’t blame me for your friendship being rocky with Milo when really it’s because you’re dating someone that contributed to Milo losing his dual major status in the first place,” I confessed.

“You’re just mad at Milo hasn’t even asked you out yet,” Mollie snapped back. I know Mollie is known for saying anything in order to protect herself; Milo told me that much about her. But, this caught me off-guard. Ask me out? Why would Mollie think Milo and I would be anything more than friends? Has Milo mentioned something to her? I mean, they’re best friends and best friends tell each other everything in secret. Does she know more about Milo’s feelings than I do? Why would it hurt so much to hear her say that Milo still hasn’t asked me to be more than just friends? “At least I have a boy that doesn’t play with my heart as much as Milo has played with yours.” Mollie laughed before ending the conversation. She stands there and looks me in the eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I simply answered Mollie’s accusations. The truth was that I didn’t know if she knew the truth or not, and I think she knows that I’m doubting everything coming out of my mouth at this point.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” Mollie started. “But remember that Milo used to tell me everything before he got blindsided by you. He was my best friend and if he can just ditch his best friend since birth for a girl, imagine what he’ll do when someone prettier and smarter comes along and grabs his attention.” Mollie turned around and walked down the hall. The last warning bell rings and all of the other students go to their next class.

I walk into our band rehearsal in the auditorium and watch everyone set and tune their instruments. I walk to the strings section and begin to take my violin out of the case. I was still so angry at the conversation I had with Mollie. Why would I let her get to me like that? Why would I allow someone that barely knows me get the best of me in the way that she did today? Only I know my friendship with Milo, and I enjoy it very much. But Mollie knows Milo best, which bothers me. Someone as cynical and catty as Mollie Castro, knowing someone as sweet and kind as Milo Kamalani bothers me. Doesn’t it worry you, Sophie, that you are the company that you keep? What makes Milo any different?

“Has anyone seen Aaron?” Mr. Harrison asks the class before beginning the rehearsal. No one answers back, or they simply shake their heads no. I scoffed under my breath, not surprised in the slightest.

“Some star student,” I said under my breath as I walked toward the stage with the rest of the ensemble. I took a quick glance at the percussion section and see Milo there. He looks at me and smiles as we make eye contact. I quickly looked away; not only did I need to stay focused since the showcase is in 2 days, but it simply hurt too much to dwell on what I was feeling.

I remember when Milo first kissed me back in middle school. Milo was writing music in his treehouse at his grandparents’ house; the one where he shared that it was his biological mum’s when she was a teenager before she passed away. I was the only other person that ever saw the inside of the treehouse. He was having a hard time with the last group of friends I had and I went to check on him. We spoke about our goals for Waverly and all of the fun things we would do in band class together. Milo made me feel comfortable when he kissed me like it was supposed to happen that night. I thought about that night many times afterward, hoping that one day it could happen again. But, something changed when we got to Waverly. It’s like everything about our friendship changed like all of what happened in middle school was gone forever. We never spoke about the kiss, and we never had conversations about the future after graduation. We never went back to the treehouse together.

Maybe I was so hurt by Mollie’s words because maybe deep down, I knew some of it was true.

The bell rings and it’s finally the end of the day. I packed my violin back in its case quickly, hoping that I am out of the auditorium before Milo can come up to me and talk. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to go home and do my homework and practice for the showcase and hide in my room until I had to come back here tomorrow. Once I closed my violin case and picked it up, I scanned the auditorium to see if Milo was still in there. To my surprise, he wasn’t. While I was relieved that I didn’t have to talk to him, I was a little hurt that he didn’t come to check on me. Milo was always good at knowing something was wrong. I know he’s probably running to the dual major rehearsal for the showcase, but it’s something that I’m used to at this point. Milo was going to be a dual major this whole time Sophie, what did you expect?

I walked out of the auditorium towards the exit of the school before I hear someone call out my name. It caught me by surprise considering no one ever calls for me unless it’s a teacher or Milo. I turned around and see Aaron walking toward me. Aaron?

“Yo, Sophie,” Aaron said coldly. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows together. What was there to possibly talk about with Aaron Serrano?

“What the hell did you do to Mollie?” Aaron asked, visibly angry. I was confused; I didn’t do anything to Mollie besides–

Oh.

I swallowed hard because I was nervous. Was Aaron talking about me knowing he and Mollie were dating? Why would he be upset at the fact that I knew that? It was pretty obvious to anyone that saw them together that they were very couple-like.

“I didn’t do anything to her,” I answered back. “Now if you excuse me–” Before I can walk away from Aaron, he steps in front of me. I look up at him, getting annoyed now.

“Mollie is upset,” Aaron started to say. “Ronnie told me you were the last person to talk to her. Why is she so upset?”

“What?” I scoffed; it was the only reaction I had to this situation. “I don’t know why Mollie is upset or what Ronnie told you, but I didn’t tell her anything that wasn’t obvious already.”

“Stay out of my business and focus on your stupid little violin solo,” Aaron mocked. I was sick and tired of people talking to me in any way that they wanted to at this point, especially when it comes to me being a violinist. I despised Aaron when he spoke poorly about my section in the ensemble; any dual major that talks badly about anyone and their talent shouldn’t be a dual major in my opinion. Your role as a dual major means that you help others in their craft and showcase leadership and professionalism. Milo always made me feel like I mattered in the ensemble whenever no one else did. He encouraged me to always be better than my last performance and no matter what, he was always there to listen and give constructive criticism when needed. it’s a shame that Milo wasted a month without his dual major status when it really should’ve been Aaron.

“Stay out of my business and go focus on your stupid little girlfriend,” I snapped back. I hate that I just called Mollie “stupid”; it wasn’t like me to belittle another girl but for her to say that I was the reason for not only ruining her friendship with Milo but now her relationship with Aaron, I was really irritated at this point.

“Don’t you ever talk about Mollie like that!” Aaron aggressively spat back. My heart stopped as I listened to Aaron yell at me like that. “Stop putting your nose in people’s business before it gets you hurt in the end.” Aaron walked away and toward the exit of the door. I finally exhale the breath I kept in, trying to catch my breath in the process. I wanted to cry. This isn’t something I ever wanted to get in the middle of all of this. I wanted nothing more than to just go back to my own little world where I didn’t know Mollie or Aaron or Milo at this point. Milo. I began to wipe away tears that instantly fell down my face once I was alone. I run towards the corner of the hall to exit the school until I bumped into Davy by accident.

“Hey, Sophie–” Davy nervously said to me. I didn’t say anything back; I ran past him and exited the school. I need to leave now.

I need to breathe.

Overexposed: A Self-Love Project.

Overexposed: “Don’t Let It.”

Overthinking; it’s something that is embedded in my routine without me realizing it. I overthink the smallest things, like how uneven my liquid eyeliner is and how much cat hair is on my dark-colored clothes. I overthink the outfits I put on and how they make my body look; are the clothes too big on me and make me look sloppy? Are they too tight and are emphasizing every bad curve on my body? I overthink to the point where I allow it to consume and eat me alive inside until it completely takes over me.

I’m even overthinking as I write this.

Hi, my name is Liz, and I spend a lot of time in my head; an unhealthy amount of time.

A little over a week ago, my therapist asked me if I was comfortable adjusting our meeting times. She said, “You’ve made so much progress that in my professional opinion, you are ready for biweekly visits instead of weekly.” I agreed because I’ve come to a place where I felt like I didn’t need therapy as much as I did in the past. So when I showed up to our last session with the same anxious thoughts and panic behavior, I felt defeated. How did I allow overthinking to get me to a place where I was now feeling like I needed weekly therapy and anxiety meds again? I know progress is not linear, but for fuck’s sake, it felt like I reverted back to where I was before.

I’m no stranger to saying that I’m in a very weird place in my life; I don’t have the same friend group I had for the last couple of years, my interests are shifting, and I’m feeling uncomfortable in my skin; figuratively, not literally. I feel my soul wanting more, yearning for more, and it’s not because I’m not appreciative of the things I already have in my life.

I learned in therapy years ago that your soul cannot be ignored. Your soul speaks to you in various different ways to let you know you’re not listening to it. It speaks to you in your behavior, the decisions you make, the thoughts you have, and even how you act toward your surroundings. When we try to ignore what our soul is trying to tell us and not go for the things that it wants, that’s when we feel like we’re having this internal battle with ourselves. Who do I listen to? My mind and emotions and thoughts, or do I listen to what my soul is trying to tell me? Getting to this place is the scariest in my opinion, because the outcome of it all usually is losing something you cherish forever, but eventually reflecting back and seeing that had to happen in order for this to happen.

I learned it the first time I went through this, and you would think it would be easy the second or third time around, right?

Heh. I’m terrified.

See, overthinking will allow you to think that having these many occurrences of the same outcome means you failed or you are destined to live in this state of uncertainty. Things are constantly changing in my life; why can’t I just stay in one place and not self-sabotage things? What is it about me that projects this new and confident version of myself that makes the things I love in my life up for question? Am I doing something wrong? Being in this constant state of uncertainty will no doubt have you thinking about every negative thing about yourself and eventually, you fall back into old patterns. You stay silent. You blame it on yourself rather than the external things. You sit it out until you’ve slithered yourself back into your comfort zone and you conclude that it was all in your head. But you fail to realize that every time you do that, you lose a sense of yourself, and your confidence, and you allow that overthinking to take your peace away, hinder your progress, and set you back into old, bad habits.

Let’s be very transparent about something that I’ve dealt with these last couple of months; I still mourn the loss of my friend group that I had during the pandemic and who was very influential in my hobbies and interests at the time. I lost that friend group for many reasons, but the main reason for me was that I had to stand my ground and defend myself when I felt disrespected and when a line was crossed. As much as it hurt me to lose the people who I called my best friends at one point, I needed to put myself first and my feelings first. The “new me” congratulates me on that; she reminds me that there was a time in our life that I would avoid confrontation by simply allowing people to walk all over me and disrespect me just because I was afraid of losing them. But the “unhealed” me, the one that still deals with different forms of social anxiety and wants to please those she loves and emotionally take care of others before taking care of herself, she overanalyzes every little thing that happens and is afraid that the same outcome will happen again and–

Don’t let it.

I looked at my therapist when I was going on and on about this fear. “I’m afraid that I’m reverting back to the person I was. As much as I’m trying to practice assertiveness and projecting my self-worth when I feel like I’m not being respected, I feel like when I do that, everything leaves.”

“I know it’s easier said than done, but you are not giving yourself enough credit with just how much progress you’ve made. You are making these changes in your life because of that growth; that voice that keeps telling you to speak up and honor yourself means you are aware enough to know that you deserve people who uplift you and enhance those changes. You challenge these relationships in your life because one way or another, you figured out that they are making you revert.”

Overthinking only happens when my soul is telling me something in my life is not aligning in the way that I thought it was, but don’t let the overthinking consume my being and influence unhealthy self-talk to the point where I lose sight of what I need, what I’m working toward, and what my goals are.

“Keep honoring yourself, Liz. You’re doing what you’re doing because you love yourself enough to know what it is you need and want out of life, and if you ever feel like what you’re going through is familiar or similar to what you went through when you weren’t honoring yourself and are afraid of going back to what that was; don’t let it.”

I won’t let it.

The Teenage Monologues.

So, The Groupie Speaks: A Mollie Monologue.

“Ms. Castro,” I hear my math teacher call for me while she waits at her classroom door. I turn around to look at her as she points her fingers toward the inside of her classroom. I turned back around to face Aaron. He smiles at me as he nods his head toward where I need to go.

“Go before you get in trouble, Mols,” Aaron teased as he rustled my hair with his hand. I jokingly rolled my eyes as I looked toward my classroom. Aaron hugs me from behind as he whispers in my ear. “I’ll see you after class.” I feel the butterflies jump around in my stomach as his voice echoes in my ears and throughout my body. Before my math teacher calls out for me again, I run toward her class before the bell rings as Aaron walks in the other direction. I looked at Mrs. Jacobs, who looked at me; clearly not impressed that technically I was on time.

I go to the back and sit in my seat. Everyone in the class is still talking to each other before they all run to their seats as the bell rings. I take out my notebook and pen, looking around at everyone else before looking forward. The two girls who sit in the seats in front of me still continue talking with each other; they are honestly so annoying because they never shut up and then wonder why they don’t pass the Math tests.

“Did you see Aaron in the auditorium last period?” one girl asks the other. I immediately look up at the girls wondering why they are talking about Aaron. I try to not look like I’m all in their business, but I can’t help but feel angry hearing other girls talk about Aaron.

“I did,” the other girl answered. “He was in the hallway and we spoke for a little bit.” I could feel my blood begin to boil hearing this stupid, pathetic girl talk about Aaron. Why would Aaron want to talk to someone like her? She literally is the most uninteresting person ever, and she does nothing but chew gum loudly and gossips with her just-as-stupid friends.

“Oh my god! What did you guys talk about?!” the girl’s friend excitedly asked.

“His band,” the girl answered. “The last performance he did was so badass like his vocals just make you melt.”

“Bella,” Mrs. Jacobs called out. “Please let this be the first and last time I catch you talking during class.” Bella. Ugh, she even sounds like a stupid girl. As Mrs. Jacobs turns back towards the board, Bella’s friend leans towards Bella to continue talking.

“Did he invite you to his next show? Brian told me that he has another show coming up.”

“He told me about it!” Bella excitedly answered back. “He said he would love to see me there and you know I’m going!”

I felt all the butterflies in my stomach fall from the sky and hit the ground to die. I was just with Aaron in the hallway talking about that show. I was just in his band practice to prepare for that damn show. He had just hugged me goodbye before I got to my math class. Was Aaron leading me on this whole time? Was he just using me? Was he lying this whole time? Was it truly too good to be true? I couldn’t focus in class and I don’t even remember if I took the right notes and everything. I just wanted to do two things at this moment: hide under a rock and disappear forever, and tell Aaron how much of a dickhead he was. Why it had to be you?

The bell rings and I quickly pack up my things and get up from my seat, walking past the two stupid girls who were talking about Aaron. I walked out of the classroom and before I realized it, I felt tears falling down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away; I didn’t want anyone in the hallway to see me crying over a boy like a pathetic loser. I walked to my locker and quickly opened the door to get my things before my next class. I didn’t take my head out of the locker and I didn’t want to, but I hear someone call my name as everyone is now in the hallway during passing. I slowly take my head out of the locker and see Milo next to me, opening the door of his locker now.

“Hey Mol,” Milo says as he smiles at me. I tried my best to fake a smile back just so I didn’t have to get into anything I didn’t want to get into at this moment. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Guess,” Milo said back. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

“Milo, I’m not in the mood to be playing your stupid and useless guessing game,” I said as I turned back toward my locker. I should’ve just played along; now he’s definitely gonna say–

“Dude, what’s your problem?” Milo spat back; clearly, he was annoyed with me and now I was annoyed at him. Dude, you don’t get to be annoyed at me for not playing along with your stupid game. “I feel like I can’t even talk to you anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I said as I slammed my locker shut. I was fuming; I swear there was smoke coming out of my ears because my face felt like it was on fire.

“I literally wanted you to be the first to know that I got back my dual major status,” Milo confessed. “Wanna know why? Because you’re my best friend, Mollie.”

“Well congrats to you,” I sarcastically said. “Now you can go back to being too busy to even be my best friend,” I spat back at him. I didn’t know where this was coming from, but it was already out in the world and I can only defend my feelings and heart from anything and everyone at this point.

“You’re such as asshole,” Milo yelled at me. “Seriously Mol, when was the last time you even tried to hang out with me?”

“Why should I try when I already know the answer’s gonna be no?” I yelled back. “You think you’re such a great best friend to me when really, you’re being just as much as a shitty best friend back to me.” I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t want Mlo to see that I was that upset with him. To think about it, I was mad at Milo for the same reason I was mad at Aaron; they both would rather spend their time with someone else and not with me like I wasn’t good enough for their company. Aaron, I can deal with it on my own, but Milo? He was supposed to be there for every inconvenience because he was supposed to be my best friend.

“You didn’t even tell me where you were a couple of weeks ago and still haven’t said anything,” Milo counteracted. “At least I chose to keep you in the loop on what’s happening in my life when we don’t hang out. I don’t know a goddamn thing you do these days besides come to school and see you in vocal class.”

“Well maybe I just gave up on you actually caring about what’s going on in my life,” I spat back. “When was the last time you actually asked me how I was doing? Huh?” I could see it on Milo’s face that he knows I was right about that. Milo hasn’t asked me if I was okay; he used to sense it once he would see me but now, when I feel like absolute garbage that was tossed to the side of the road, he doesn’t see it. “You only care about Sophie!”

“Don’t bring up Sophie,” Milo threatened. “She has nothing to do with this–“

“She has everything to do with this!” I snapped back at Milo. “You are so stupidly in love with this girl that you do not see what you have done to our friendship! Ever since that groupie came into the picture, you’ve done nothing but ignore me, blow off our plans for her, and protect her like she’s this twig that can break at any given second!” The first warning bell rings as I turn away from Milo, walking quickly down the hallway. I don’t see anything or anyone; I just wanted to get to my next class so that I don’t dump into Aaron. I was supposed to see him after class but last this point, I don’t want to see or hear from him. I look up as I hear my name being called once more; this time it’s a girl’s voice.

“Mollie,” Sophie calls out my name and runs in my direction. I turned around as she stops in front of me. “Have you seen Milo? I have to talk to him–“

“Of course you do,” I interrupted her. “A groupie will always be a groupie, no matter what time of day it is.” Sophie scrunched her eyebrows together once I answered her.

“What?” she asked.

“Give him some space for once,” I quickly spat back. “Like seriously don’t you realize that you’re the reason why Milo and I don’t even hang out anymore?”

“How dare you put your falling out with your best friend on me?” Sophie said.

“Oh! So the groupie speaks,” I said as I laughed and turned around to go to class. “I don’t have time for this–” Before I can finish my sentence, my eyes widen and my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach.

What did she just say?

y2katalogue: The Tapes

Tape #9: Indigo Chemistry Auditions.

Milo, Jennifer, and Nicki begin to set up the studio space to hold their audition for a new drummer. Their music teacher, Mr. Collins cleans up around his desk and then directs his attention to the students.

Mr. Collins: Mr. Kamalani, Ms. Castro, Ms. Little?

The teenagers turn around to face their teacher.

Mr. Collins: You guys have until the period is over to wrap up and clean up after yourselves as I have a class next period.

The teenagers nodded their heads as Mr. Collins begins to gather his stuff.

Mr. Collins: I’ll be next door in Mr. Basile’s classroom if you need me.

Mr. Collins exits the classroom. Milo takes a deep breath and begins to talk to the girls.

Milo: Alright guys, we got to make a decision on a drummer today. Our next gig is in two months and We need to have this drummer come in and learn all of our music and new ones in time for that gig.

Nicki: What if we don’t find a drummer after the auditions though?

Jennifer: *to Nicki* We’ll find our drummer, I promise that.

Milo side-eyes Jennifer.

Milo: Remember we are not picking anyone just because we know them or whatever. *to Pep* Everyone who auditions deserves our unbiased opinions and thoughts.

Jennifer rolls her eyes and takes her seat in the middle of the table. Milo sighs and proceeds to sit in his seat as well. Nicki looks over at the two friends at her seat, gathering her loose-leaf paper and pens.

Nicki: Let’s start.

The first couple of auditions passed by as the teens cross each name off of their list. As each person leaves their audition, the group gets a little more discouraged that they aren’t going to find their drummer by the end of the period. Milo sighs loudly before the next person walks into the classroom.

Milo: We go to a performing arts high school; where the help is the talent?

Jennifer: *annoyed* Sorry that not everyone can be a dual major like you, dude.

Milo: I didn’t say that I–

There’s a knock on the door and a girl’s head pokes in. Nicki quickly gets up; she clearly knows the person at the door.

Girl: *whispers* String Orchestra has rehearsal in the West Wing instead of the auditorium.

Nicki: Thanks, Gwen; I’ll see you then!

The girl leaves and Nicki turns around the go back to her seat.

Milo: *to Nicki* Was she not auditioning?

Nicki: She plays the viola, she’s in my string orchestra class.

Milo rolls his eyes as the next person comes into the audition space. He knows exactly who just walked in: Danny Campbell. Danny walks in and stands in front of the drum set.

Danny: Hey, I’m Danny. Freshman, band major. Auditioning for the drummer position in your band.

Milo: DO you know the name of the band?

Jennifer: Milo.

Danny: Indigo Chemistry.

Milo doesn’t respond back, he starts to write something on the paper in front of him. The girls look back up toward Danny and smile.

Nicki: Go ahead and play what you prepared.

Danny smiles at Nicki before walking over to the drums. He sits down and begins to adjust the drums before he begins to play. Milo continues to roll his eyes, in which Jennifer catches and nudges Milo with her elbow. Danny takes a deep breath and begins to play a piece. Milo’s nonchalant expression turns into complete shock. Nicki also looks shocked whereas Jennifer vibes out to the music. Danny swings his hair around like a rockstar, getting into the song and doing tricks with the drumsticks. Once the audition piece is over, the girls clap. Milo sits there with his hands crossed along his chest.

Nicki: That was… so cool.

Danny: *laughs* Thanks, Nicki.

Milo looks at Nicki, who is apparently smitten. Milo faces forward and leans toward the table.

Milo: So what makes you want to join our band?

Danny: I think the band is dope; you don’t see two chicks play and sing rock music and kill it every performance. *extends an arm out toward Jennifer* Plus, Jennifer said you guys were looking for a drummer and thought to give it a try.

Milo: So you don’t really know the band as a band, huh?

Jennifer: *annoyed* Milo!

Milo: What? I’m just being honest. Like do you have what it takes to play drums for one of our class’ top groups?

Jennifer: Milo, we’re a high school rock band, not KISS. *to Danny* How’s your daily schedule looking like?

Danny: Pretty much the same as Milo’s, we have the same band schedule and stuff.

Milo: No, I also have “a vocal schedule and stuff”, you know, since I’m a dual major.

Danny awkwardly nods. Before Jennifer says anything to Milo, Nicki speaks up.

Nicki: I know we have different opinions on this, but going by your audition alone, you really do bring the aura that the band needs in order for us to succeed. Plus, it gives us all room to get to know each other and grow together as a band.

Milo: Nicki-

Nicki: I think I speak for all three of us when I say, well, welcome to Indigo Chemistry!

Milo gets up from his chair and stands in front of the two girls.

Milo: Are you kidding me?!

Jennifer: Are you kidding me? Milo, you said he needed to audition like everyone else; he did, and he was the best out of everyone! You know he’s a great fit!

Danny: You know, it’s completely fine if my joining the band would cause this much…issue. If you guys–

Jennifer: No!

Danny stays silent.

Jennifer: *to Milo* I thought you were over this dumb jealousy thing you had!

Milo: Jealousy? Over him?

Danny: *uncomfortable* “Him” is still in the room.

Nicki: *to Danny* Hold on–

Nicki turns around and faces both Milo and Jennifer.

Nicki: *yells* That’s enough!

The two friends stop fighting and look at Nicki.

Nicki: I am sick and tired of having to break up these petty fights between you two! Now, I don’t care about how you guys feel about Danny; all I care about is how much he fits with us as a band and I believe he is what we need as a band!

Milo: Nicki, please–

Nicki: *yells* Milo! I’m talking now!

Milo stays silent.

Nicki: I’m making this call because apparently, you two can’t put your differences aside to see the actual good for this band, so whether you guys like it or not or whatever your reasons are, too bad! I say Danny’s our new drummer in our goddamn band, whether you like it or not!

Nicki stops shouting at the two teens and turns around and smiles at Danny.

Nicki: With that being said, welcome to Indigo Chemistry! Practice is every Monday and Thursday at Jennifer’s place. I’ll give you the address.

Danny smiles and thanks the group of friends before the bell rings; the period is over and the teens have to clean up before Mr. Collins comes back to his classroom. Milo avoids talking to the girls; he folds the table and places it in the closet in the classroom. The girls look at him, clearly knowing he’s not happy about the decision made today.

The Teenage Monologues.

The Bearer of Earth-Shattering News: A Sophie Monologue.

“Did Mr. Harrison tell you what he wanted to see me for?” Milo asked me as he closed the auditorium door behind him.

“He didn’t,” I answered as we started walking down the hall to return to the band classroom. “How’s vocal rehearsal going?”

“Ehh,” Milo responded, shaking his hand back and forth as he did. “It’s fine, it’s just not as exciting as band used to be.” I nodded my head, understanding where Milo was coming from. Band class hasn’t been the same since Milo’s dual major status was suspended; it’s made me not want to be in band class anymore since no one but our teacher cares about the string orchestra section. At least when Milo was there, he always looked excited to hear the strings play or rehearse. Milo looked at me before saying anything else.

“Band’s not too exciting either,” I admitted as we turned the hallway’s corner. “Our rehearsal is actually making me sleepy.”

“You? Sleeping in class?” Milo teased. “The world is coming to an end.” I couldn’t help but laugh along with Milo. I really do hope he’s able to come back soon to band class. We finally get back to the band classroom and enter; the band class turns around to see Milo and I walk into the room. I can hear Davey call out to Milo as we both walked toward Mr. Harrison; he couldn’t help but wave and say hi back. Some of our other bandmates called out for Milo; he was very popular in this class when he was here.

“Alright class, quiet down,” Mr. Harrison says to the class. I return to my seat as Milo walks up to Mr. Harrison. “I’m giving you 5 minutes to go over your music before we continue our rehearsal.” Mr. Harrison takes Milo to his desk. I opened my binder of sheet music to go over a couple of trouble spots in the piece we’re doing for the rehearsal.

“So,” I hear Davy say as he sits next to me. He clearly tries to hide from Mr. Harrison as he talks to me. “Whatcha think Milo’s here for?”

“I don’t know,” I quickly answered, hoping that would end the conversation. Apparently, he didn’t get the memo.

“You think Milo is coming back?” Davy asked. “I mean, Aaron hasn’t been showing up to band practice so there’s no one really playing in percussion.” I looked at Davy, not aware of that information. The two sections of the ensemble have been having separate rehearsals, so I didn’t know what was going on with the other half of the band.

“Aaron hasn’t been to rehearsals?” I asked. Davy shook his head.

“Not that I know of; people say it’s because he’s a dual major and he gets special permission to come whenever he pleases, Davy answered. “But whatever, we already know Milo’s the better musician anyway,” Davy said as he walked back to his seat. I turned around to the seats where Milo and Aaron would sit. Did Aaron quit? I look up front to see Mr. Harrison letting Milo go, indicating that the conversation has ended. Milo turned around to walk out of the band room. I looked at him, hoping he would give me some sort of sign that things went well. He walks past me and looks at me, flashing a smile and a thumbs-up. I look forward, smiling. I think Milo’s back.

I opened my locker to take out the books needed for my next class. The hallways are full of chattering students in passing. I look up and see Aaron and Mollie walking down the hallway together; it makes my stomach turn. Something tells me that Mollie hasn’t told Milo that she’s friends with Aaron, which Milo despises. If she did, I know Milo would’ve told me about it, and it annoys me that for Mollie to be his best friend, she hasn’t really been acting like one. I quickly look away, back toward my locker. I can see that Aaron has just walked up to his locker, which is two lockers down from mine. I don’t look up or say anything, but that doesn’t mean Aaron understands the social cues of someone that doesn’t want to be bothered.

“Hey, Sophie,” Aaron says to me. I look at him quickly, barely giving him a smile. “So how was the band rehearsal today?”

“You’re asking me that?” I responded to Aaron. I was confused that out of all of the people in our band class, Aaron wanted to ask me how the rehearsal went.

“Well, you are in band, and I know you had to have been at the rehearsal,” Aaron slyly said back to me.

“Well, maybe you should start actually showing up to band rehearsal if you want to know what is happening in band rehearsal,” I spat back, closing my locker before walking away.

“I’m a dual major, sweetie,” Aaron answered back. “My time is needed in vocal as that show is coming up first-“

“It’s Sophie,” I corrected him. “And quite frankly, I don’t care.” Aaron’s eyebrows scrunched together, clearly, he was getting offended at the way I was responding to him. “Then maybe you don’t deserve to be a dual major.” I don’t know why that came out of my mouth, but it was too late to take it back.

“Why would I listen to a mediocre violinist,” Aaron spat back. “I was trying to be nice and ask a simple question about rehearsal, but clearly you’re hurt or intimidated that Mr. Harrison doesn’t get on my case as much as he does with your weak little section.” I was getting angry; I refuse to let someone as shallow and conceited as Aaron Serrano get the best of me.

“Mr. Harrison’s not on your case because he just asked Milo to come back for band, ” I said as I looked at Aaron right in his face. “Clearly, the ensemble doesn’t need you as much as you think we do.” I turn around to walk away from Aaron; I was going to be late for my next class and I didn’t have time to argue with Aaron. I knew Aaron was very self-centered, but I didn’t think he treated others like complete garbage. Something told me he only treated me that way because he knows Milo and I are friends, and clearly he has some opinions about Milo being his competition. It felt good to tell him that Milo was coming back to band and that he got his dual major status back, but the pit in my stomach tells me otherwise. Is he going to try to get Milo in trouble again? Was it my place to even say anything about Milo coming back? Was that even true that Milo was coming back to band? I mean, he really didn’t tell me anything besides that everything was okay.

Did I just add fuel to a fire that had nothing to do with me?

I get lost in my spiraling thought, not realizing that I bumped into another girl in front of me.

“Watch where you’re going,” the girl said. I immediately recognize the voice being Mollie’s. I look at Mollie and she rolls her eyes.

“Sorry, I-” I began to say before she walks past me, going in the opposite direction I was going. Mollie, from what I gathered in my own observations, was a mean girl. She has never really been nice to me unless Milo was in the same room as the both of us. Again, I don’t know why Mollie refused to be nice to me if her best friend was friends with me; but then I quickly realize that Milo is not nice to Aaron and vice versa. Maybe Milo does know about Aaron and Mollie? Maybe that’s why Milo and Mollie have been so distant from each other lately?

“Ms. Lee,” I hear a teacher call out. I look at the teacher standing at their classroom door; it was Mr. Kamalani leaning against his classroom door frame with his arms crossed across his chest. “Get to class.” I nodded my head before I quickly walked past him.

I need to find Milo before Aaron does.

The "Something" Series: Season 3

“Need Something for that Burn?”: A Grace Monologue.

I must’ve been the first person to run out of tonight’s rehearsal once the director dismissed us. It was nearly 15 after 9 by the time we ended our rehearsal, which meant I had little to no time to get ready for dinner with Sahim. I ran out of the venue toward the hotel that we were all staying in; good thing it wasn’t too far from the venue and I knew where I was actually going.

I ran into the hotel room, hoping I was able to get to the elevator in time. Maybe Sahim isn’t waiting at my door thinking I stood him up or something. Maybe he knows that our director is a literal nutcase. I wanted to believe that just maybe I had some time to change and clean before Sahim showed up, but then again I wouldn’t be surprised if I tried talking to Sahim tomorrow at rehearsal and have him brush me off, thinking I ditched him for dinner.

I race out of the elevator and run to my room, quickly opening the door and entering it. Before I was able to turn on the lights, I immediately trip over my suitcase still full of luggage that I left on the ground. Face first; no protection whatsoever.

“Fuck!” I yelled out loud as I fell to the ground. I get up and feel a pain coming from my face. I walk into the bathroom to look in the mirror and see a cut brushed across my chin. I touched it, and of course, I winced in pain. What the hell were you expecting, Grace?

I didn’t have time to put 500 bruise creams on it for it to go away; I reached inside my bag of luggage and pull out a loose bandage. Something told me I needed to bring these. I slapped a bandage right on top of my chin, again wincing in pain.

“You know you’re accident-prone, right?” Sahim said as I tripped on my way to the rehearsal space; of course, I was late. He extended his arm out to help me get up from the ground.

“Please,” I began to say as I brushed myself off. “If you don’t see me fall at least once at every rehearsal, then that’s not really me.”

“Another Grace?” Sahim teased. “That’s too much Grace to look after.” I looked at Sahim and rolled my eyes, his award-winning smile flashes across his face. “Are you going to be okay for rehearsal?”

“Of course,” I answered as I started to walk toward the rehearsal space with Sahim. “As long as I don’t bruise, I’m fine.”

There’s a knock heard on my front door. I run out of the bedroom, tying my hair up in a messy bun after drowning it in dry shampoo. Aimee had told me that I must’ve been living under a rock for not realizing that dry shampoo is the savior for all dancers who sweat out their hair. Personally, I don’t like to use it but for the sake of saving time, it has to be done.

As soon as I straighten myself out, I open the door to see Sahim standing there. 9:30pm; he must’ve known.

“What happened to 9 o’clock on the dot?” I teased Sahim as he smiled.

“Something told me that you weren’t even here at 9,” Sahim teased back. The smile fades once he looks at my face. “You need something for that burn?” Sahim asked. I touched my chin out of reflex, once again wincing in pain.

“Nonsense,” I answered back. “You know that it wouldn’t be me if this type of stuff didn’t happen.” I tried to play it as cool as possible even though my chin was on fire like it was some sort o burn. I grabbed my coat from the chair and began to put it on. “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The good thing about the area was that there was always a late-night spot open to eat. I had done my research before coming here; it was only right to get familiar with my surroundings since I’ll be here for the next year. Sahim was quite shocked that I knew the area so well already, but the secret of looking like you know where you’re going is to stay close to home… or the hotel that you are calling home for the time being.

Sahim and I ended up going to a Korean beef restaurant nearby that was still open. We were seated at a small table, surrounded by a small grill for us to grill the meat once we ordered. There was a long period of silence between us; I couldn’t tell if it was because we don’t have anything to talk about or if we were just exhausted from tonight’s rehearsal.

“This is a nice spot,” Sahim started to say. “How’d you know about it?”

“It’s always good to do a little research,” I answered. “It’s important as a traveler to be familiar with your surroundings.” The waitress came back to our table with drinks to start off with.

“You must travel a lot then,” Sahim said, taking a sip of water from his glass.

“This is my first time out of the country, but I did some traveling in the US,” I explained to Sahim. The truth of the matter was that my mom was the one that suggested I do some research before my trip here. Before I left, she told me that the one thing she wished someone told her when she was in India for the dance production she was a part of was that she had no idea where to go or who to ask for directions on her free time. She emphasized the fact that she ate solely convenience store food before actually being comfortable enough in her surroundings to explore.

“Oh? Anywhere story worthy?” Sahim asked. I looked at him and it was no surprise he was looking directly back at me. He was inventive, not really aware of his surroundings besides the fact I was sitting in front of him. It was kinda cute since I doubt that Sahim really know what’s going on around him. He looks so focused on the words coming out of my mouth. Sahim has always been that way, but I never seen it happen so up close before.

“Not really,” I laughed as I responded. “I just have family across the country that I tend to visit.” Sahim nodded his head and noticed the waitress coming back with the raw meat on a platter. I bowed in front of me and thanked her in Korean. I looked up to see Sahim trying to figure out what to do with the platter of raw meat in front of us.

“Sahim,” I giggled as I watched him examine the grill at the middle of our table. He quickly looked up at me once I called his name. “You never grilled meat before?”

“Not like this,” Sahim answered. I laughed and took the meat platter from Sahim, starting up the grill and lining the pieces of meat on top of it. Sahim watched me as I did so. “Did you research how to do this as well?”

“Ha ha,” I deadpanned. “I’m just well cultured.” Sahim laughs at my response as he grabs my hand holding the tongs.

“I’ll do it,” Sahim insisted. I gave him the tongs and watched him flip over the pieces of meat. “So Grace,” he started to say as he was completing his task. “Tell me a little bit about yourself.”

“Like what?” I asked as I watched the grill. Sahim looks up at me for the moment before going back to cooking the meat.

“How did you get into dance?” Sahim asked. I wasn’t surprised that was the question he was going to ask. I feel like you always ask someone that you work with that question; how did you come to this point in your life where we finally meet each other and enjoy each other’s company so much? I was used to questions like this; I even answered them when I was a lawyer.

“My mother is a world-renowned dancer,” I began. “She was a part of one of the original dance productions.”

“She got you into the craft?”

“No,” I answered back quickly. “I was introduced to dance young when my father put me into dance classes. I guess I just really enjoyed it to make it a career,” I explained. This was one of those situations where when you tell people in your life who don’t know about your past whatever you want to tell them about yourself. I didn’t want to get into the whole “my mom left me for her dance career” story. The more times I tell it, the more I have to sit back and close those open wounds and at this point in my life, I was tired having to do so.

“I guess it just runs in your blood,” Sahim responded. He began to remove the cooked meat off of the grill and place them in the plate before me. He begins to put more meat on the grill; I noticed that all of the meat he grilled was on my plate and none on his. I took an extra pair of chopsticks and take a piece of meat from my plate and hold it out towards Sahim. He looked up and smiled. He allows me to put the food into his mouth; I felt my face to get hot. I tried to change the subject to get the attention of of this… tension.

“How about you?” I asked as I started to put some garnish with the meat on my plate. “Tell me about Sahim before he got the tech job for the dance world’s most famous production.” My comment makes Sahim laugh.

“Well, I grew up in St. Louis, oldest of 4,” Sahim began to explain. “I moved to California for school to study film. I helped with lighting in a couple of short films here and there, but this is something I didn’t expect to get.”

“How’d you find out about the production?” I asked, genuinely curious. Sahim smiled and laughed a little; I’m guessing there’s more to the story.

“My mentor,” Sahim began to say. “Ex-mentor. She had suggested that I apply for the job.” Sahim finished grilling the last of the meat, placing some on his plate before putting the last piece on mine.

“Ex-mentor? What happened?” I asked as I continued to eat. I didn’t realize how comfortable I was getting because of the questions I was now asking Sahim. He looked at me before answering, but I immediately saw his face shift; maybe he was uncomfortable talking about it. “I’m sorry if it’s too private or-“

“No, no,” Sahim interrupted to answer. He took a deepbreath before saying anything further. “She was my ex.” I raised my eyebrows, not expecting that to be the answer. I nodded and continued to eat without responding. Sahim laughed at my lack of response. “Did you not date a choreographer or someone that was in the same field you worked in?”

“Please,” I began to say. “I was engaged to a lawyer.” I quickly looked at Sahim after saying that; I didn’t realize I was telling someone something that I tried to keep in my past. Sahim looks at me with wide eyes; he clearly did not see that one coming.

“Wait, you used to be a lawyer?” Sahim asked. Ironically, he doesn’t mention the fact that I was once engaged, y’know, suppose to get married at one point. In all honesty, it’s easier to explain my broken-off engagement to new people than explaining how me, a dancer, was once a damn lawyer.

“Yeah,” I answered shortly, hoping to not get into too much detail about it. “I went to law school after college and got licensed.” I could tell by the look on Sahim’s face that he was thinking the same thing everyone else did. I sighed, knowing I needed to explain myself further. “I was a lawyer for two cases, but realized that it wasn’t what I wanted to continue doing.”

“What made you want to be a lawyer?” Sahim kept his eyes on me as he asked me all these questions.

“My father was in law enforcement, so I grew up around a lot of it and was interested in pursuing it,” I answered, finishing up my plate of food. Sahim nodded his head, continuing to eat his food until he was finished. Both of us leaned back in our chairs, clearly full from our meal.

Shortly after, our witness comes to our table to gather our empty plates. I look up to the waitress before she leaves to ask her for our bill.

Cheong-guseoleul bad-eul su iss-eulkkayo?” I asked in Korean, in which the waitress nodded her head and said she will return to our table with the check. I bowed and thanked her as she left the table. Sahim looks at me and takes in what just happened. He laughs in a way that he’s shocked, yet not surprised that he just witnessed what just happened.

“When did you learn Korean?” Sahim asked as he flashed his award winning smile. God, he’s adorable.

“Back in college,” I said, altering my past to not only make other people believe it as true, but to also make myself believe it as well. “I just took it as an elective, but who knew it would come in handy after all those years?”

“I’m… learning a lot about you tonight,” Sahim responded as he smiled.

“Am I everything you thought I’d be?” I playfully teased just so I can see his smile stay on his face for a little bit longer. Sahim plays with his tongue inside his mouth, clearly thinking about what to say next.

“You completely surpassed my expectations,” Sahim flirted back, in which I felt my face get hot. I laughed at his response, nodding my head. Sahim continues to look at me as he leans forward on the table to get closer to me.

“Say something to me in Korean,” Sahim said. I looked at him as he smiled in a flirtatious way.

“Say something,” I said as I sat across the table from Jamie at dinner. He looks up to me, confused.

“What?” Jamie asked.

“In Korean,” I answered. “Say something in Korean.”

“Dangsin-eun wanbyeoghabnida,” Jamie softly said to me. “You are perfect.”

“Grace?” Sahim called out. I looked at Sahim and see that the smile has faded; he looks concerned and worried.

“Oh I’m… sorry,” I said, trying to get my composure back. “mianhaeyo.” Sahim smiled, looking relieved that I was okay. He gets up from his seat and extends his arm toward me.

“Let’s go back to our hotel,” Sahim mentioned. Back to our hotel; oh how romantic does that sound?