Lost It All

Not only was Carolyn having serious problems with the whole situation, Andy was also stressing out over it. He didn't want to come off as that father who refuses to give up his dream to take care of his child but Andy didn't want to stop being in the band either. He didn't know if there would be a way for him to do both. He knew Kellin Quinn seemed to be able to do it easily but his wife wasn't a talented, close to professional dancer either. Carolyn had so much going for her and he wanted her to be successful. But Andy knew the only way to do that was to do something else with the baby, whether it be have it and put it up for adoption or abort it know while they still had the chance. In a few weeks, it would be too late.

Andy had decided not to tell the other guys yet. He didn't want to burden them with worry because he knew how much he was worrying himself. He couldn't possibly throw that on the guys. They were home in LA and working on their next album. Working on an album is stressful enough.

The weeks were flying by and time was closing in on Carolyn. She knew that the time to make a decision was now or never but it was such a big choice to make. It was, in a sense, a life or death decision. Even though the baby had been conceived just a couple weeks ago, she was already feeling very sentimental towards him or her--which ever it may be. The thought of ending her child's innocent life was a thought that was overbearing to her mind. There are a lot of debates on whether the fetus is considered a living being or not. Choose what ever side you want but for Carolyn, as the mother carrying the baby, she saw it as killing her child. She wanted to be able to see it differently, but there just was no way.

She continued going to classes and talking with Madam Petrova but it still wasn't helping her decision making process. And Carolyn was the type of person who hated making decisions, even small ones like should we buy vanilla ice cream or chocolate. Even decisions like that stressed her out.

But then came a day where the decision had been made for her. Someone had spilled the beans. She was in Madam Petrova's class. It was obvious to many of the other students, mostly the girls, that Madam had been going really easily on Carolyn the past week or so.

The phone in the corner of the room rang and Madam Petrova hit the stop button on the stereo with her cane. She hurried as best she could over to the phone and answered with a skeptical "Hello?"
No one usually called the dance studio, for they knew Madam Petrova would most likely carve their eyes out if they interrupted her class. She scared even the administration.

Madam nodded as the person on the other end continued talking. "Yes, I have her here. Would you like to see her?" Madam asked. She nodded once more and hung up the phone.

Carolyn could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. Madam walked over to where Carolyn stood and Carolyn began to get an uneasy feeling.

"The chancellor would like to speak with you, Carolyn. You better head over to his office right away." Madam gently squeezed Carolyn's hand and sent her off.

Carolyn stopped briefly in the dressing room to take off her shoes and change out of her dance clothes and into her street clothes. She didn't even need to wonder what this was about. She knew exactly what this was going to be about.