Rum and Coke

“RYAN!” Ellie screamed when she saw the stage.

“Wh-what is it?” the dark-haired teen answered.

She turned to look at him with a shit-eating grin on her face. She extended her arms forward. “Look at this!” she squealed excitedly as she twirled around. “I feel like I’m back in Treble Hall!”

Sighing, Ryan shook his head. “Drama Queen,” he muttered before turning back.

“Hey! It’s Princess or Brat to you!” She yelled back at him. “Oh well,” she mused to herself before quickly looking around. Seeing only the occasional roadie, she decided to have a little fun.

“Quand je vous aimerai?
Ma foi, je ne sais pas,
Peut-être jamais, peut-être demain.
Mais pas aujourd'hui, c'est certain[/color”

When no one (mainly her band mates) came out to stop her, she continued on with a bright smile.

“L'amour est un oiseau rebelled
que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
s'il lui convient de refuser-”

“Yea, Ellie! Hit me back here!” Bailey called from the front doors of the performance space. She was located at least half a football field away from where Ellie was on the stage.

Laughing, Ellie nodded and continued.
“Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,
l'un parle bien, l'autre se tait:
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère,
Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît.
L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!

“[color-deeppink] L'amour est enfant de Bohème,
il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;
si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime:
si je t'aime, prends garde à toi!
Si tu ne m’aimes pas,” Bailey sang back, forcing her voice to overcome the negative acoustics that she was getting because of her position.

“Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime!
Mais, si je t’aime,
Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!
Si tu ne m’aimes pas
Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime!
Mais, si je t’aime,
Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre
battit de l'aile et s'envola ...
l'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre;
tu ne l'attends plus, il est là!
Tout autour de toi, vite, vite,
il vient, s'en va, puis il revient ...
tu crois le tenir, il t'évite,
tu crois l'éviter, il te tient-”

“ELLIE!” Mark roared from the side stage.

“What?” She asked, pissed that he didn’t let her finish her song.

“You’re not warmed up for that!”

Scoffing, she rolled her eyes. “But, look at this place!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms out and motioning to the large space. “I feel like I’m back home, in Treble Hall!”

“Ellie, I understand, but I doubt that anyone wants to see you destroy your vocal chords. You realize that you’re the only one who can actually sing some our songs, right?” he asked. “And you!” he exclaimed, pointing to Bailey, who was just now walking up to the stage. “You aren’t helping, either!”

Bailey laughed. “Piss off, we were just having some fun,” she teased as she vaulted on to the stage.

Mark rolled his eyes and walked away. “Brats,” he muttered under his breath.

“You know it!” the girls called after him before bumping fists and doing their special handshake.

“Hey, let’s race back to the greenroom, I have way too much energy,” Ellie said while bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Sheez, it couldn’t be the two vaults you had, could it?” Bailey teased.

“Shut up, you Brat. Are we gonna race or not?”

Bailey shrugged. “I see no harm in it,” she smiled as she got into position. “Ready? On the count of three. One. Two thr- hey! That’s cheating!” she yelled at Ellie’s backside before taking off herself.

“Hey, you, I need you,” Matt said, appearing out of nowhere and wrapping his arms around Ellie’s waist.

“Ha!” Bailey yelled as she passed the two. “That’s what you get for cheating! See you in the greenroom, sucka!”

“I’ll get you, my pretty!” Ellie cackled after her friend as she struggled in Matt’s vice-like grip. “Mind putting me down there, Hulk?”

“Oh, yea sure.” Matt smiled, his dimples flashing.

Ellie looked at him skeptically. “What do you want?”