(bye..) -comes back from the dinner flushed and gets 20 emails and 1 from my mum- "Dear, Your singing has been altered. Tomorrow 6:00 at the ice rink. Be there. And make up a routine. Don't disappoint me. Or your father. -YOUR MOTHER KATYLN ICE-
I sigh, clearing my throat and cracking my knuckles, tired from band practice. I notice a bar and wave the bartender over. "A Shirley temple on the rocks, hold the cherries, please." I say, handing him the money.
-thinks everyone is out of the bar and starts singing Valerie- (she feels amazing when she's singing and skating and she's fab at it)
-continues singing knowing Taylor and the others are in the VIP section and everyone went to bed already-