2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm Natalie Adams, I'm sixteen, and I'm from Montreal, Quebec," Natalie told no one in particular with a faint smile as she was fixing herself some breakfast. The humble surroundings of a dorm kitchen would be fantastic for a bit that would be shown intercut with her audition on the show! "But I'm going to school all the way here in Maryland because I've been obsessed with American Idol since forever, and I want to audition, because it's just my biggest dream ever."

She shrugged, pouring herself some orange juice.

"I mean sure, I'm technically Canadian, but I'm totally American at heart."

Oh look, it was another day Natalie would rather not be talking about later.

[ooc: Oh so open.]

Comments

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"My boyfriend," Rebecca whined, kicking her feet up on the table. "Like, how are we supposed to raise this baby together if he's not around, you know?"

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't know, must be tough. But we have a lot of cases like that at this school." Natalie, stop pandering to the audience. "I think it's the neighbourhood."

It was an island. There were no neighbourhoods to speak of.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Rebecca said, holding up a hand. "I am from a respectable family. Okay? Just because Daddy's ashamed of me does NOT mean I'm from a bad neighborhood."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, we do have pretty many teen pregnancies here..." Well, two, as far as she knew. But Rilla was already on her second one! "It's not a perfect neighbourhood, is it?"

Work with her here, Rebecca!

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

No," Rebecca agreed. "But only because I can't find my boyfriend!"

And now she was weeping. Oops.

[whenshewasnice]

Sigh. Natalie... did a very feeble attempt at reaching out to pat her on the shoulder.

"There, there," she murmured, but loud enough for the sound guys to catch, "it's gonna be fine."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"He's going to be a terrible father!" Rebecca sobbed. Hysterically.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, then... isn't it good you can't find him?" Natalie tried. Really, she was just starting to feel a little annoyed because she felt like Rebecca was starting to hog the spotlight with her hysterics. "If that's true."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

She'd been known to do that once or twice, yeah.

"But I need him!" Rebecca insisted. "He's my everything!"

Rebecca. Really now.

[whenshewasnice]

"Okay, calm down." No, seriously. At this rate she was going to end up in the running for Idol, instead of Natalie. "He'll probably turn up again. Isn't that what guys do?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"I don't knooooooow!" Rebecca wailed. "I just need him! To sing my baby to sleep at night! He's a guitarist, you know."

Of course he was.

[whenshewasnice]

Of course. This was just getting worse and worse.

"Pull yourself together!" Natalie snapped, after a thoughtful pause during which she'd decided this would probably go over as tough love, or something. "No guy is worth this much sorrow!"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"I -- just -- need -- someone -- to -- siiiiiing!" Rebecca screeched.

[whenshewasnice]

She was really testing Natalie's patience by now. And then, and idea that might look good in her backstory:

"I can sing!"

Natalie, please don't make these promises.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Rebecca's eyes lit up. "You can?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Of course," Natalie said. "I'm trying out for American Idol and everything. And... I can sing for your baby, too."

Hey, once she was famous and all busy, she'd have a legitimate reason not to keep any promises like that.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"But can you sing our song?" Rebecca clarified. "'Take It Home' by White Tie Affair?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Never heard it," Natalie admitted, "but probably."

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" Rebecca squeed. "Like, right now?"