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chuthulhu-reads · 2 months
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[ID: two pages from Fruits Basket. The first shows Yuki, strongly backlit and furious expression heavily shadowed, saying, "You mean you should've been able to catch her when she was about to fall off a cliff? Would you have felt better if you could've rescued her whens she was about to be hit by a car or something? That's incredible. Who the hell are you? Are you some kind of superhero?!""
The next page starts with a panel of Yuki looking over his shoulders, tears in his eyes as he angrily shouts, "Open your eyes! You were! You made her laugh! You made her happy!" His dialogue continues over the next panel, of Kyo looking shocked, a bruise over his cheek, and the third panel, which is just a background pattern under Yuki's speech bubbles, saying: "Maybe it was only the little things. It doesn't have to mean being a superhero." The largest panel is an image of Kyo and Tohru carrying shopping together, Tohru smiling as she looks at Kyo and a pattern of blooming flowers around them. Yuki says, "You don't have to be that strong. When you're with her... just look at her! She's always smiling around you!" End ID.]
Man, Yuki NAILS it. I love a good Grand Romantic Gesture as much as the next overemotional bitch, but anything that reduces romance to just those is bad romantic advice. It feels like a particularly masculine toxic ideal of romance to push that you must be a Great Hero doing Great Things to win fair lady, as if loving and supporting someone every day isn't enough. I wonder if Yuki was subconsciously thinking of Tohru's mother when he picks a car accident as one of his examples; we know that Kyo distanced and punished himself because he didn't save Kyoko from being hit by a car, as if it's a major character failing to freeze up when you see a speeding car or panic about potentially triggering a humiliating condition in public. He got so caught up in seeing that moment, and not being there when Tohru fell, that he's blind to how you can save someone in small, everyday ways by being there for them and making them happy. I'm glad Yuki saw it, and called Kyo the fuck out to stop him from running away again; continuing to be there with Tohru really is the best thing Kyo can do for her, and far better for Kyo himself than isolating and hating himself. He really should already know; after all, one of the most significant things that Tohru's done for Kyo is simply to stay with him and make him smile, even after seeing his monstrous true form. It's not less masculine to bring someone small, everyday joys, and even if it was, so what? At the end of the day, making the person you love happy is the most important thing.
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askaceattorney · 3 years
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Dear Anonymous,
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I still have yet to play (or watch) DGS2, unfortunately, so we’ll have to save that part for another time, but I’d love to delve into the shared adventures of this adorable duo in the first game.
When Ryuunosuke first meets Susato, she’s nothing more to him than an ally in his defense in court.
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He doesn’t see her again until he and Kazuma find themselves at the end of their rope.
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It makes you wonder if she’s the one who founded whatever School of Interrupting at Just the Right Time so many Ace Attorney characters apparently went to, doesn’t it?
When she appears, “calm and dignified, in our desperate final moments,” to use Ryuunosuke’s words, she causes quite the stir.  Luckily, the five minutes granted to her by the judge to present some crucial evidence is all she needs to help him and Kazuma pull off the first turnabout in Ace Attorney’s history.
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The mysterious legal assistant’s wish for Ryuunosuke’s good fortune was granted, apparently.
Thus Ryuunosu--  Um...  Is it okay if I call him “Ryu” for short?  Thus Ryu’s life was saved by a humble young woman who had the courage and decency to collect, summarize, and present the evidence that turned the case around in the nick of time.  After leaving to finish his acquittal procedures with a humble bow, she disappeared, never to be seen by him again.
Or so he thought.
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Similar to Phoenix and Maya’s first encounter, Ryu and Susato's second meeting occurs under the most tragic of circumstances.  His close friend and classmate has been found dead in his cabin on the ship he managed to smuggle himself onto.  Unlike Phoenix and Maya’s situation, however, it’s the lawyer (or soon-to-be lawyer) who is initially blamed for his death.  To make matters worse, the young woman who helped to save his life isn’t feeling quite so compassionate this time around.
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Her anger and distrust are understandable, considering that the evidence seems to point to Ryu as the culprit, on top of the fact that Kazuma was her foster brother.  Luckily, she’s polite and reasonable enough to hear Ryu’s side of things, and even claims that she wants to believe him, so the two of them are at least able to treat each other civilly.
That is...until he tries to start investigating.
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There’s a bucket load of energy beneath that demure countenance of hers, it turns out.  Her move even has a special name -- the “Susato Toss.”  Who would’ve thought she came straight out of Street Fighter?
Thankfully, she still has a reasonable side.
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By presenting evidence of his innocence, Ryu not only vindicates himself, but finally starts to gain Susato’s trust.
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Sadly, her trust only lasts until a certain world-famous detective shows up to accuse Ryu of being a Russian revolutionary.
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It’s hard to blame her, of course.  Who wouldn’t trust THE Sherlock Holmes’s logic?
Nonetheless, her determination to find out more about Kazuma’s death is strong enough for her to begrudgingly continue the investigation with Ryu.  One notable moment occurs here when he attempts to gain favor wither her by appealing to her love of mystery novels.
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She’s no fool, of course, and only dislikes him even more for expecting her to fall for it.
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If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was the “main characters don’t get along until they’re forced into a situation together” cliché.  This situation may not fit that cliché perfectly, but it’s not too far off if you ask me.
When Ryu is finally allowed to investigate outside the cabin, Susato begins to show a bit more sympathy for him.
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I have to give her some credit for that -- it takes a special kind of person to show compassion for a possible murderer.  It also seems like she’s beginning to see Ryu as more of a human being than a heartless criminal.  Baby steps, as they say.
From that point on, their dialogue begins taking on a more friendly tone.  Thus Susato, whether on purpose or by fate, takes on the role of the first official assistant in Ace Attorney’s history.  And boy, does she pull it off like a pro.
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To make a long story short, their cooperative efforts combined with the ridiculous logic of a kooky detective (as well as the assistance of the less kooky Detective Hosonaga) bring them to the truth of Asougi’s death in the end.  While this clears Ryu of the crime and offers some much-needed closure for both him and Susato, his death still affects them deeply.
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Something wonderful stems from this tragedy, though -- a crucial moment, not only for the two of them, but also for the Japanese and British Empires.
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With Asougi’s passing, the exchange program between Great Britain and Japan is forced into suspension, unless, somehow, a replacement attorney can be found before the ship reaches London.
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It’s a shame it has to end this way after all they’ve been through together, but that’s just the way it goes someti--
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...Oh.  Well, then.  Who would’ve seen that coming?  (Besides us, I mean.)
And strangely enough, the young woman who once saw Ryu as a cold-blooded murderer has this to say about him becoming an attorney:
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Thus a new attorney/assistant pair arises from the ashes of one attorney’s passing (pun fully intended), and the two of them step into a new journey in their lives together.  And thankfully, it wasn’t exactly the cliché it appeared to be -- the two of them are now trusted friends, and Susato even offers to let Ryu toss her three times as punishment for not believing him.  (It doesn’t quite end that way, but that’s beside the point.)
The first leg of said journey takes place in the “centre of the world” the incredible city of London.  What a place to begin, am I right?
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Thus their incredible legal adventure begins (or adventures begin, I should say) in beautiful Victorian Era Britain.  To describe their encounters here briefly (and so I don’t spend a whole year on this essay), they learn together how the British court system works...
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...about its imperfections...
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...how it feels to pull off a turnabout in a British courtroom...
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...and perhaps most importantly, about the value of trust.
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To say nothing of their misadventures with Mr. Holmes, his young genius assistant, and several other unforgettable British folk.
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And a fellow Japanese immigrant, too, of course.  Who could forget him?
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You know, I’m starting to wonder if he might be one of Larry’s ancestors.
The game throws one final curveball for the great legal duo before it ends.  After telling Susato she’s the world’s best legal assistant, Ryu gets a very unexpected response from her:
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When he attempts to confront her about it, all he gets is another Susato Toss.
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What could someone like her, who’s already proven her worth as a legal assistant several times, be hiding?  Unfortunately for Ryu, he’s unlikely to find out soon, since her father’s illness has called her back home, leaving him to pull off his next turnabout on his own.  She doesn’t go without leaving behind as much helpful evidence as she can muster, of course.
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But, as fate would have it, a storm prevents her ship from departing for at least half a day, giving Ryu and his new flatmates a chance to see her off.  On top of that, it gives Ryu the chance to find out precisely what inspired Susato’s words of doubt.
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He catches her preparing to throw a copy of the British Empire’s Code of Law into the sea.  What would cause her to do such a thing?
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It turns out she broke one of the rules by tampering with the scene of the crime, and another by concealing that fact.  Her intentions may have been good, but her conscience became a little too heavy for her to let it go.  She takes it a step further by claiming that, for one moment, she began to doubt the law.
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She may not be wrong in stating this (she learned it firsthand in the British courts, after all), but it still caused her to see herself as a failure of a legal assistant.  Luckily for her, though, Ryu had learned some things himself in the time they spent together.
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While her methods were questionable at best, Ryu recognizes something in Susato that sets her and every just person apart from a criminal: a desire to protect the innocent.  Whereas Chrogray used her tampering as a way to protect himself, her only desire was to protect Gina’s life and to ensure that Ryu would be able to prove her innocence in the end.  In other words, her faith in the system may have been lacking, but her desire for justice, like Ryu’s, never faltered for even a moment.  With that knowledge in mind, the two of them can part with a better knowledge of the law, a better understanding of each other, and smiles on their faces.
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So, to sum it up, Ryu and Susato go from being friendly acquaintances, to a murder suspect and suspecter (for lack of a better word), to investigative partners, to full-fledged legal partners, and finally, to a legendary legal duo.  Will their relationship ever go any further than that?
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Also, full disclosure -- it’s been a long time since I watched Dai Gyakuten Saiban, so I had to do a hefty amount of re-watching in order to remember some of these details...hence why this essay took so long.  Thanks for waiting!
And hey, how’s that for good timing?
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Don’t know about you, but I’m eagerly looking forward to revisiting this unforgettable saga.  And, y’know...doing it the proper way instead of depending on fan translations.
-The Co-Mod
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ambitionsource · 5 years
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AMBITION Season 1 ♫ “Before the Storm” [ 1.11 ]
CREATED BY Esther (rapunzles) & Maggie (quincywillows)
CH-CH-CH-CHANGES – The sophomore stars throw their hat in the ring for the chance to attend a highly regarded performance summer program, but only three students can progress from Adams to the final audition. Lucas has a daunting decision to make.
60 Minutes (15K words) || No warnings apply.
[ ← Birds of a Feather ] [ S1 Synopsis ] [ The World Will Never Be the Same → ]
( Follow along with the music on Spotify here! )
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
The halls of Adams greet us for the penultimate episode, cutting between shots of the setting we’ve come to know and love. Through windows in the doors, students rehearse in the music and dance studios. The locker hallways are pristine and decorated for the end of term. Graduation memorabilia is all around.
As the scenery shifts, the voice of Principal Hunter lectures on the importance of the school, everything that the institution stands for. Next to bulletin boards where students are welcome to jot down their summer plans to share, a display case in the atrium shows photos and mementos from the past school year. Les Mis is certainly included, as well as the winter showcase.
Jack: Adams exists to give students the chance to pursue a passion. Something important to them, so pivotal to their future endeavors and true happiness that they can’t even fathom doing anything else. It’s a silly notion, to some, but I’ve always admired that piece to it. That chance to give a young mind the power and potential to do whatever it is that they’ve always dreamed about.
Focus eases in on one advertisement on the bulletin board in particular – an informational flyer about the Kossal Summer Program, which has been referenced multiple times since the pilot. In bold lettering, the text “rising juniors only,” seems sharply emphasized.
Jack: More than anything, I try to give our students as much opportunity as possible. Getting here was the first step, and then I want to help them reach higher. Achieve further. Find access to doors and avenues that they may not have even known existed or felt capable of entering. I work hard to create that space. I work hard with all of the faculty and staff here to foster that environment, where any student can come to a safe, inclusive environment and throw their hat in the ring.
INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY
It becomes clear why JACK HUNTER is monologuing. He is in his disciplinary meeting with WYATT LIVINGSTON, following their deduction that he is the one running AAA Confessions.
Jack: Thus, it’s always such a shame when someone deems to take advantage of this space, and twists it into something it shouldn’t be.
Wyatt doesn’t seem all that impressed. Jack questions him on why the hell he would create a page like this, or barring that, be a part of it in the first place. Wyatt claims he didn’t make the Insta, but Jack presses the question again. Not buying it.
Wyatt dispels Jack’s rosy view of the school, claiming it’s no oasis for creativity and collaboration. It’s a cesspool of egomaniacs and cutthroat competition, and he knows it. The whole reason that the AAAC even works at all is because of the collective terrible attitude at the school. It’s a “safe environment” for them to take shots at each other and be as repulsive and reductive as they all actually are.
Jack snaps at this, claiming that’s not entirely true. He references the very targeted attack on a single student just a few days ago with Lucas, which Wyatt clearly orchestrated and was not just the full petty whimsy of the student body. Unable to fully deny this, Wyatt admits his hand in making some of the initial posts, but he didn’t orchestrate anything. If anything, the Lucas White Trash Dump Day is a perfect example of what he’s talking about – he lit a match, and the sophomore class set the whole forest on fire with it.
Wyatt: Besides, it’s not my fault that everyone hates Lucas. He does that to himself.
Jack doesn’t want to hear anymore. He doesn’t think he can face it. He moves onto discussing punishment, positing what he believes are fair consequences – expulsion, effective immediately. This finally seems to knock Wyatt off his high horse. He claims that’s bullshit considering one student can beat up another and not get kicked out, but he makes a couple of mean anonymous posts and he’s on the chopping block?
Jack argues that it’s the principle of the thing, and that every situation is different. The situation between him and Lucas was an isolated incident with bigoted implications, whereas the page has been an ongoing toxic presence at the school –
Wyatt: But I don’t deserve to get punished for it! I didn’t create the page!
Jack: Fine. Fine, if that’s the case, then tell me who did. Tell me who should take the fall for this, and we can renegotiate your involvement.
Wyatt can’t, because he doesn’t know. Nobody does. Jack takes his silence as an admission of guilt, but it’s evident that he is truly distraught about taking the consequences for it. Perhaps the severity of the punishment may be a bit too harsh…
After a beat, Jack claims that he will take some time to determine the proper punishment. Until then, Wyatt would be smart to keep his head down and enjoy his last couple weeks of sophomore year without further trouble.
Wyatt rises in a huff, storming out. Jack waits until he exits before letting his composed facade crumble, obviously overwhelmed by the chaos this whole situation has caused.
Hopefully, it’s about to come to an end. But not without some major decisions…
Cue opening titles.
INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY
ANGELA MOORE is at her desk in the black box classroom, fretfully flipping through the schedule of the touring spot she’s been offered. She’s cross-referencing it with her personal calendar, obviously not thrilled with how much it’s consuming of her current life.
She’s been waiting so long for an opportunity like this. It’s her dream, yet now that it’s in front of her she doesn’t know what to do with it. Angela lifts her head, gazing blankly at the empty classroom around her. Wondering what it would be like to leave it behind…
SHAWN HUNTER breaks her out of her daze, entering with coffee and a breakfast bagel. He hands it to her and she takes it gratefully. He tentatively asks if she’s made any decisions yet, to which she gives a definitive no. Still very much in the realm of indecision.
Shawn seems relieved that it’s not a guaranteed yes, but being in uncertain territory isn’t much better. But uncertain ground they’ll continue to tread…
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Ain’t It Fun” as performed by Tufts Beezlebubs || Performed by Nigel Chey, Yindra Amino, Chai Fresco, Nick Yogi, Clarissa Cruz, and Haley Fisher
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
NIGEL CHEY leads this acapella rendition, playfully rehearsing with his fellow sophomores. It’s one of the few numbers we’ve seen so far that gives due focus to the other performers in the classroom, and it gives an upbeat (if subtly ominous) musical start to the episode.
He dances around the stage with YINDRA AMINO, CHAI FRESCO, NICK YOGI, CLARISSA CRUZ, and HALEY FISHER. In keeping with the truce, most of the techies are hanging around with them and half-grooving along while working on set pieces. DYLAN ORLANDO sways with ASHER GARCIA in a bouncy waltz, the latter somewhat singing along.
DAVE WILLIAMS shows off his usual terrible dancing. Nigel sings directly to JADE BEAMON at one point, and she just about passes out. Yogi films the jam session with his A/V club camera to commemorate the end of the year.
Absolutely charmed.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
While the acapella underscores, FARKLE MINKUS is making his way through the hallway after finishing up at his locker, headphones blocking out the rest of the world. He seems a little out of it, traversing the school with less of the impatient, high-maintenance energy than he was bursting with earlier in the year. Subtle, but definitely a shift.
DARBY WINTERS and SARAH CARLSON catch up to him, startling him into conversation. As he removes his headphones, he struggles to catch up to their fast-paced questioning.
Darby: … your audition number? We want to start taking bets on whether you’re going to be able to best Maya or not in this final epic diva showdown.
Farkle: My audi – okay, slow down pixies, and start over. I can’t understand you at warp speed.
They eagerly ask him if he has decided what song he’s using for his audition. Suddenly feeling as though he’s forgotten something, he asks them what the hell they’re talking about.
Sarah: The Kossal auditions? They’re this weekend. Preliminaries are going to be all this week. [ Like he’s stupid. ] You know, the most coveted opportunity of the year?
Farkle: Oh. Oh… yeah. Yeah, I guess I forgot.
Sarah raises her eyebrows, clearly shocked. Darby breezes right past it, telling him he should really start thinking about it, although he’s likely to do amazing regardless. As they flutter away, Farkle shakes off his daze.
He honestly can’t believe he forgot about the program he’s been waiting all year to audition for. But suppose when you actually get friends and stop being all-consumed by your one passion, that’ll do it to you.
INT. AAA - ERIC’S OFFICE - DAY
ERIC MATTHEWS is sitting down with RILEY MATTHEWS, obviously excited about whatever information he’s about to share with her. She still has her focus set on a different matter, though, and figures that’s what the meeting is going to be about.
Riley, hopefully: You’ve figured out who is running AAAC?
Eric: … still working on that. But making progress, undoubtedly.
Riley sighs, slouching back in her seat. Eric promises her that what he has to tell her is just as exciting, another great opportunity here at the end of term. He goes on to explain that at the conclusion to each school year, Michael Jacobs and the school board fund an art gala in which all the major art magnet schools from the area come together to celebrate their achievements of the past year and share in their love of the craft.
He slides a small invitation across the table for her to look at. On the front is a fancy-looking ballroom where the event is usually held, with details and logistics on the backside.
Eric: Now, obviously Jack and I will be attending, as principal and MVP of Adams.
[ Riley glances at him, giggling at his given title for himself. ]
Eric: But we’re allowed to bring one student as a representative for our school, and we were thinking you.
Riley: [ blinking, taking a moment to realize she heard him correctly ] Me – me? You want me?
Eric: The nomination was unanimous.
Riley is evidently stunned by this. Eric goes on to explain all that she helped achieve at AAA that year, particularly how instrumental she was in bridging the divide and improving the overall quality of culture in the sophomore class. There is no one else they can think of more deserving of the opportunity. She should be proud of everything she’s accomplished this year.
The caveat, however, is that the gala conflicts with the district-wide audition evening for Kossal. So should she get chosen from the school-level auditions to progress onward, she would have to decide which one to attend. Riley claims she’s not planning on auditioning anyway.
Eric: What? Why on Earth not?
Riley: Are you – are you serious? You literally just said to me –
Eric: You know, you’re right. You’re right, shh. We’ll unpack that later.
Eric opts instead to highlight all the fun aspects to the gala that Riley should start gearing up for. She gets to dress up! There’s performances, and dancing, and great food! Oh, and she gets to bring a plus one, so she should start thinking about who she might like to bring along.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Class has assembled for the day, bustling into their seats and alive with restless end-of-term energy as Angela brings their attention to the front. She goes on to talk further about the Kossal program, how it is an intensive six-week summer camp in upstate New York where participants are deeply immersed in the art of performance. It is one of the most highly anticipated opportunities of the year for the sophomore class. The program boasts many notable alumni, and they’ve rarely had a student attend it from AAA who didn’t see success in their future.
As she describes it, it’s evident that MAYA HART and Farkle are both totally invested. ZAY BABINEAUX seems inspired too, but less openly determined than the other two divas. Everyone else is somewhere in between, indecisive about whether it’s worth it to try for it at all.
Angela continues on, explaining the catch – given it’s highly selective criteria, the audition process is staggered and competitive. It starts at the school level, where they will select three of their best students to move on to the district-wide auditions. From there, one lucky student from Adams will get to experience the program.
The techies are like… great. This week is going to be hell, isn’t it. ISADORA DE LA CRUZ exchanges a look with DYLAN ORLANDO and ASHER GARCIA, who look less than enthused. Angela dismisses them to work on their auditions or final projects, whichever they deem fit.
In the wings, Farkle pulls Maya aside. In an attempt to preserve their new and blossoming friendship, he proposes that they should help one another with their auditions. Essentially, be there to support one another rather than fall into their usual habits. Given the circumstances, it’s very unlikely that they both won’t progress to the next round, and he doesn’t want their naturally competitive instincts to come between them.
Maya is surprised and a bit hesitant towards this initiative, but she’s not going to be the one to cause trouble. Besides, as far as she can tell, Farkle does seem entirely genuine in his motivations. She agrees with a “hell yeah,” taking a pass on the drama if they can hack it.
They shake on it, agreeing they’ll be on each other’s teams.
INT. AAA - CAFETERIA - DAY
Zay is at his usual table, YINDRA AMINO and NIGEL CHEY occupying the other primary seats around him. They’re engaging in their typical comfortable conversation, Zay allowing them to take the brunt of it.
His focus shifts when CHARLIE GARDNER approaches with lunch in hand, coming to stand awkwardly by their table. He and Zay hold eye contact for a long moment, before Charlie asks if there’s room for him to join them. Although there’s clear tension, Yindra and Nigel don’t seem to pick up on it.
Zay claims there’s room, because he actually has to get going. He rises to leave without much more to say to Charlie. It’s clear this stings a bit, and Charlie watches him go before sliding into the seat he just vacated.
Yindra snaps him out of it when she asks whether or not he’s planning on auditioning for the Kossal program. Charlie says no, as he has a family obligation – there’s this big communal springfest dinner at his church that same night that is super important to his parents. His mother is part of the planning committee, and all that.
Nigel explains that he and Yindra were both considering it, but with only three spots and three known divas, it sort of seems like improbable odds. Charlie nods along, but he’s not really paying that much attention to their complaints. His gaze keeps lingering on the doors where Zay left.
INT. LUCAS’S APARTMENT - DAY
LUCAS FRIAR hastily makes his way from the hall to his bedroom towards the door, obviously on a mission. He has his phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, slipping on his boots.
Lucas: I’ll be there in like five minutes, you can pick me up at the usual corner. [ a beat ] No, tell Dylan he’s not coming over. [ beat ] Yes, I have the fireworks, now could you –
From the kitchen, his mother calls out for him. This is pretty unusual, so Lucas tells Asher he’ll be there in a minute before hanging up and sauntering back towards the kitchen.
INT. LUCAS’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY
Lucas pokes his head in, finding GRACE FRIAR seated at their small dining table. She’s petite, disarmingly beautiful, and looks deceptively too young to have a teenage son. She asks if he has a minute to chat about something. He starts to state that he has plans, but rather than explaining to his mother that he’s off to go set off illegal fireworks with his dumbass friends, he figures he can spare the few seconds to talk.
Lucas settles into the chair across from her, and the closer we are to her the more the cracks in her dainty exterior seem to show. There are healing bruises on her face from the events of 1.09, and once you notice them underneath the makeup, it’s hard to unsee.
She goes on to explain that through one of her friends at work, she was able to get in touch with the dean of admissions at McCullough, a private all-boys boarding school in upstate New York. Given Lucas’s excellent academic record at AAA – behavioral record aside – Grace believes that if he applied, he could totally get a spot in their elite student body for the last two years of high school. She wants to put his application in for the fall, if that’s something he might want.
Lucas, stunned: You mean… you mean like leave triple A?
Grace hurriedly explains that she knows AAA was never Lucas’s top choice as far as schooling. He never had any artistic interests, there were just no… better alternatives. But this school has excellent reviews, top rated academics. It’s in the countryside rather than the city, so maybe the fresh air could do him good. A little space. And all of its alumni go on to have successful careers as doctors, lawyers, entrepreneurs – whatever Lucas decides he wants to do.
Lucas doesn’t know what to think. Never before has there been another option besides AAA, and the mere prospect of it seems impossible to fathom. Not to mention, so much has changed in the past year at the school he always claimed he hated. He doesn’t know how to answer.
Grace claims that he should take the next couple of weeks to consider it, as the application isn’t due until then anyway. It just might be a viable different route, an… escape from everything going on here. A loaded conversation to drop so suddenly…
Angela, pre-lap: How is anybody supposed to make a decision like this?
INT. AAA - ERIC’S OFFICE - DAY
Angela is hanging out with Eric in his office, both of them relaxing after the students have cleared out for the day. They’re sharing sodas in fancy glasses (i.e., what they’re allowed to consume on school property), and Eric is leaning back with his feet up on his desk as they muse.
Angela laments her current situation, definitely feeling torn between two worlds.
Angela: It’s like, all my life, I had one dream. This gig, this draining, paradoxical, invigorating art of performing, that was it for me. All of this from acing an audition to getting a spot on a tour or production, I mean, that was the whole plan, you know? That would fall into place, and the universe would do the rest.
Eric: I hear you, sister. Amen.
Angela: But here I am, finally steps away from the dream. It’s right in front of me. I can taste it. And… I’m holding back. I’m hesitating. How can I be hesitating now?
As Eric points out, there’s a chance her dreams have changed. She certainly has, as has he, and everyone else they know. Hell, look at how much they’ve all grown in just this school year alone.
Eric: Beginning of this year, Jack and I fought about everything.
Angela: Believe me, I remember.
Eric: You and Shawn couldn’t even look at each other, and the school was at war. Quite literally, given everything that conspired after.
Now, all things considered, they’ve found harmony. They’ve found peace, and they’re on their way to almost quelling the last remaining symbol of bad blood. They opened themselves to change, and it turned out to be exactly what they needed.
Eric: Change happens, and it’s scary. But it can be good. You shouldn’t run from it. In fact, it may behoove you to listen to what it’s trying to tell you.
Angela ruminates on this, taking a long sip of her cola. Much to think about.
INT. BABINEAUX HOME - NIGHT
Zay is eating dinner with OMAR BABINEAUX and DONNA BABINEAUX, attempting to find the right time to tell them about the summer program. As Omar wraps up discussing a new development at work, Zay takes a deep breath and gears up to speak. Donna beats him to it, however, suddenly remembering an important news bulletin they meant to share with him.
His older sister Jada was selected for an exclusive study abroad program this summer. She’ll be studying fashion in Milan and Paris, so they’re planning a family vacation there as well to take advantage of the opportunity. It’s an exciting update, but definitely throws a potential wrench into Zay’s quest for Kossal.
Donna: Isn’t that exciting?
Zay: Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s… I mean, dope.
Omar: What were you going to say, Zay? Looked like you had something on your mind.
Zay: Just that, uh… my grades have really turned around since fall semester. So the tutoring did actually help. That’s all.
He doesn’t push the issue further, allowing his parents to congratulate him and take back control of the conversation. Might as well be a sign… right?
INT. JACK’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Jack and Shawn are having their traditional dinner. Shawn raises his glass in a toast, cheering on Jack for catching the dumbass who was running the AAAC. Jack takes the praise, but hesitantly. After they both drink, Jack expresses his qualms about how to progress with punishment towards Wyatt.
Shawn shares no such reluctance to be brutal.
Shawn: What do you do when you catch a cold, Jackie?
Jack: Down a pint of Gatorade and hope for the best.
Shawn: [ with an eye roll ] Okay, how about a malignant mole? A tumor? Any sort of cancerous presence?
Jack: Well I’ve been lucky enough not to –
Shawn: You remove it. You cut the thing out so it’s disease can’t spread. It’s that simple.
Jack points out that some might say similar rhetoric about, say… Lucas, to which Shawn scoffs. He claims that they’re completely different situations.
Shawn: Listen, Friar is a mess all his own. I would know. But he isn’t going around using slurs towards other students, or posting increasingly vitriolic hate just to rile people up. There’s a difference.
Jack references the fact that Wyatt claims he’s not the moderator, that there’s another student running it. Shawn blows this off, stating that has to be a lie.
Shawn: [ with his mouth full ] I would know. I used to lie to get out of trouble all the time.
Jack: Once again, you continue to reassure me of your right state of mind to be teaching the youth of tomorrow…
Shawn states that Jack knows what the right decision is, he’s just wallowing in it. And if he won’t do the right thing, then he’ll just take matters into his own hands. Jack knows he’s just shooting the breeze, but he is also like don’t do anything stupid please, I have enough to deal with.
INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - NIGHT
That night, it’s just CORY MATTHEWS and Riley there for dinner at the apartment. In the midst of the meal, Cory congratulates her on being selected as representative, and there’s a soft moment between them reflecting on just how far she’s come in a year. He’s so, so proud of her.
She agrees that there is a lot to think about, like what she’s going to wear and who she should bring along. Cory additionally mentions the decision over which song to perform for her audition for the summer program, until Riley expresses that she isn’t planning on auditioning.
Much like Eric, Cory is totally opposed to this notion. He states that she should at least throw her hat in the ring, and it’s even more low stakes for her considering if she doesn’t make it to the district level, she has another plan already in place.
Cory: Other potential conflicts aside, you shouldn’t keep yourself from getting the chance to run the bases by never letting yourself take one swing at bat.
INT. RILEY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
This sentiment is still lingering with Riley as she gets ready for bed. She hesitates, glancing up at her moodboard to search for inspiration.
It’s drastically different than when it was first made, more intricate and decorated than ever. Lots of little details have been added, including photos of her classmates, playbills from Les Mis, and lots of other little mementos throughout the school year.
She zeroes in on one item in particular – a scrap of notebook paper. It’s the note she and Lucas were passing back in forth in 1.10, during Maya and Farkle’s rendition of “Bop to the Top.” While the majority of it is just a back and forth about how Lucas doesn’t know what the movie is and he thinks Maya and Farkle aren’t that good, the most important statement is the last.
As Riley is defending their performing abilities, he’s followed up with a very bold counterargument: “You’re better.”
It’s evident that is the reason the conversation is hanging up at all. She hangs on this, lightly smiling… wheels are beginning to turn in her head again…
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Charlie shows up to the auditorium early, finding Zay on the stage exactly as he hoped he would. He’s running through what would have been his audition routine, the vaguely familiar orchestral arrangement from A Chorus Line playing on his iPhone speaker. Charlie hangs back and watches for a moment, in awe of Zay’s obvious skill as always.
Charlie: Looks pretty good.
Zay is surprised by his presence, both because he didn’t realize he was there and because he’s suddenly deeming him worth talking to again. He rushes to turn off his speaker, taking a second to catch his breath. Then he forfeits the stage, saying that he’ll get out of his way if he needs to use it. Charlie rushes to stop him, asking if he’ll give him just half a second to talk.
Zay looks wary, but he doesn’t leave. He crosses his arms, waiting for Charlie to say his piece.
Charlie: I’m sorry I’ve been acting so distant. Ghosting you, and stuff. I don’t have an excuse. I’ve just been… it’s been weird.
Zay: Bit of an understatement.
Charlie: I haven’t exactly felt like myself much, lately. [ a beat, then he laughs ] Honestly, it’s more like I don’t even know what “myself” actually is. Kind of wondering if maybe I ever did.
[ It’s really hard not to empathize with him. Zay is clearly softening. ]
Charlie: Anyway, it’s not a good reason to treat you the way I did. I can’t explain why I did what I did, but I’m genuinely sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings. And regardless of what’s going on with me, I don’t want to lose you. I mean, someone has to be able to keep up with me around here.
Zay can’t help but chuckle, earning a hopeful smile from Charlie. But the deal isn’t closed yet.
Charlie, sincerely: I understand if you can’t forgive me. I just wanted you to know.
There’s a moment of silence. Charlie may as well be holding his breath. Then, Zay sighs.
Zay: I don’t know what your so-called God has you used to, but I wouldn’t call what you did unforgivable. Or maybe I’m just a gracious deity.
Jokes aside, he’s accepting the apology. Charlie is clearly relieved, laughing in spite of himself and nodding. Zay mirrors his smile, before prodding further on what he mentioned earlier.
Zay: What did you mean by that? Not feeling like yourself?
Charlie: I don’t know. It’s like… do you remember during acoustic week, we talked about your lack of friends?
Zay: Well, I wouldn’t phrase it like that, but yes.
Charlie: It’s… I guess it’s kind of like that. What I talked about, that feeling where you feel like you’re outside yourself. Only… way worse. Like now I’m out there, and I don’t even recognize the person I’m looking at. It doesn’t feel like me anymore. Or maybe it never really was.
Zay can tell that Charlie is seriously struggling with this. Charlie goes on to explain that he was scared that things were changing, but now he doesn’t even know if that’s the case anymore. He isn’t sure if things are changing, or if he’s just becoming aware of how things already are. He can’t figure out which is worse.
Vague cryptic statements aside, Zay states that he’s there to help if he thinks he needs it. Charlie thinks on it, before agreeing that just doing something fun to get his mind off everything might be exactly what he needs.
Charlie: And, well, you’ve always been the expert on that front.
Zay: This we know. I’ll see what I can do.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Riley catches Isadora in the hall, asking if she’s seen Lucas. After she suggests checking the usual places, Riley follows up by asking whether or not Isadora is planning on auditioning for the summer program. Her derisive laugh is enough of a response.
Isadora: Are you kidding me? I’m not trying to insert myself into that bloodbath. Farkle, Maya, and Zay can take it, I’m not aiming to scrap in the last two weeks of school.
A valid analysis of the situation. Even still, Riley makes her focus on her as she states that she truly believes Isadora is good enough to earn herself a spot on her own merit. Then she flutters off, Isadora unable to hold back the ghost of a smile at the touching sentiment.
INT. AAA - PRACTICE ROOM - DAY
Maya and Farkle are in the same practice room where they met for tutoring in 1.03, running through some scales together with the latter on piano. They’re interrupted when KATY HART shows up, nervously poking her head in and clearly not sure if she’s in the right place. Maya eagerly leaps forward to greet her, hugging her and guiding her into the space.
Farkle is surprised, Maya quickly catching them both up to speed. She explains that her mother had never seen the inside of the school before, so she was able to work something out with Jack so that she could come by for lunch and stick around to see her audition. Katy expresses awe over how state-of-the-art the facilities are, Maya walking her through everything in their current room. Farkle watches them, obviously touched by their tight-knit relationship.
As Maya goes into further detail about what their practicing for and the summer program, Katy grows anxious again. She’s uncertain about the financial aspect of it. Farkle jumps in, helpfully stating that the summer program is all-expenses paid. That’s partially why their audition process is so thorough – they want to make sure only the most deserving and talented students are mixing and mingling at this shindig.
Good news, for the Harts at least. Katy brightens again, eagerly requesting to hear a little bit of what they’ve been working on. Maya claims that she’ll get to see the full audition in just a bit, but she pleads for a sneak preview. Farkle raises his eyebrows, wiggling his fingers over the keys to show he’s ready.
Maya relents, gesturing her mother towards the chairs to settle in and listen. Then she exchanges a look with Farkle, nodding to count each other in. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Then, as Farkle hits the first chord…
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Listen” as performed by Glee Cast  || Performed by Maya Hart
Maya kicks off this brassy display of her vocal talent, true evidence to how hard she’s worked all year. “The Wizard and I” was impressive, but this is a whole new level of ambition. It’s raw with emotion, even more so given the fact that her mother is there to witness. She smiles at her as she sings, obviously one of her greatest sources of inspiration.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
As the performance continues, it shifts to Maya center stage performing for Angela, Shawn, Jack, and Eric. A large crop of her classmates are there to cheer her on as well – Farkle, Zay, Charlie, Riley, Isadora, Darby, Sarah, etc. How nice it is, seeing the divas show up to support one another rather than tear each other down…
As she finishes, her classmates burst into resounding applause. Angela, grinning, thanks her. Katy wipes a couple of tears. Maya can’t stop smiling, nodding gratefully with the spotlight shining all around her.
EXT. AAA - LUNCH COURTYARD - DAY
Lucas and Isadora are at lunch, the latter rattling off what she thinks her summer plans are going to be with this short film idea that came to her during first period. She’s already got storyboards going in a notebook.
Lucas isn’t listening. He’s distracted, watching the other goobs in his techie crew throw food at each other and crack up and live their generally silly existences. Isadora realizes he’s a million miles away and snaps him out of it, asking him if he heard a word she said.
Lucas: Please. Of course I did.
Isadora: Right. So what was I thinking was going to be the climactic plot twist that makes the entire short and dare I say rivals Alfred Hitchcock?
Lucas: You know I don’t understand that reference.
Isadora, bluntly: You really should. Well?
Lucas: … okay. Okay! I wasn’t listening. You caught me, congratulations. You’re Sherlock of the month.
Isadora makes an offhand comment about how she doesn’t see why she bothers to open her mouth, but Lucas is already zoning out again. It’s clear that the decision of McCullough is all he can think about, so he ventures the topic – albeit vaguely – with his most trusted source.
Lucas: Can I ask you a question?
Isadora: Was that not just a question?
Lucas, deadpan: You’re fucking hilarious, seriously.
Isadora: [ with a smirk ] I know. Anyway, go on.
Lucas finds a way of twisting the decision to leave into a thinly veiled alternative scenario, almost like… a scientific hypothetical. Something she would inherently understand.
Isadora: You realize that most often supposed “hypotheticals” are in fact very real situations that one is simply posing as a hypothetical –
He waves her off, going with the ruse anyway. He lays it all down before asking for her advice as to how she would proceed to make the most effective choice. She plainly states that she would make a list of pros and cons to each outcome. From there, it’s far simpler to deduce the best method moving forward.
Lucas absorbs this, nodding along and thanking her. Then she continues on with her film sketch, but he’s already checked out again. Already mentally crafting his list…
INT. AAA - GIRLS DRESSING ROOM - DAY
Sarah and Darby are in the dressing room with Chai, hanging out before class resumes. As Darby touches up her makeup, the three of them discuss whether or not they’re auditioning. Sarah complains it’s not really worth trying either way, and Chai concurs. But she blithely states she wasn’t planning on auditioning anyway. In fact, she won’t be returning next year, either.
Darby: [ whipping around and smearing mascara on her cheek ] Oh my God, WHY?
Chai: Relax, Darbs. It’s not goodbye forever. I was able to work out a study abroad sort of situation with Principal Hunter given that I’ll be spending the year in London.
Sarah: London? Where the hell did that come from?
Chai: Well, papa’s still attempting to win over me and mom after getting caught with his pants down with the secretary in our parlor –
Darby, sadly: It’s always the parlor… I’m so glad we don’t have one.
Chai: So he’s paying for me to spend the year across the pond. And it’s like what, am I gonna say no? I can hate his guts and spend his money, thank you very much. I’ll be studying the dramatic arts in the birthplace of Shakespeare, Andrew Lloyd Webber, wandering the West End…
Certainly a not-too-shabby alternative to AAA for a year, that’s for sure. Their conversation is interrupted as Riley enters to drop her things, Darby cheerfully posing the same question to her. Despite her former hesitation, Riley admits that she’s been considering it more and more. Sarah scoffs, asking her if she thinks she stands a chance against the divas. Riley shrugs and states that even if she doesn’t, that’s not a good enough reason to sit it out entirely.  
Chai applauds her confidence, but manages to underhandedly point out that it will give her yet another opportunity to publicly fumble like she did all the time at the start of the year. Sarah laughs along and Darby can’t help but giggle, although her expression is more apologetic.
Riley takes the hit, wishing all of them well with their own endeavors and keeping her chin up before heading out to the auditorium. Chai watches her go, but the expression on her face isn’t resentment. In some ways, it seems closer to envy.
Darby: Hm. Maybe I’ll audition, too.
Sarah: Yeah, uh-huh. I’ll believe it when I see it.
INT. AAA - TEACHER’S LOUNGE - DAY
Jack manages to catch Angela in the teacher’s lounge, brewing a thermos of coffee before she’s due back in the auditorium. He requests a moment to chat with her if she can spare it, which she happily does. The two of them settle in at a round table.
Jack poses the Wyatt problem, giving as much context as possible before asking Angela what she would do in his shoes. He notes the perspective he’s already gotten from Shawn. Angela grants that she isn’t surprised at all that he had that response, but is reluctant to provide her own.
Angela: I don’t know if you want to ask me. I can hardly make my own choices.
Jack: I just want to know your thoughts. Honestly.
Angela hesitates. She explains that she knows what Wyatt did was irrevocably wrong, from the despicable words to Isadora all the way through to the involvement with the confessions page and his targeted derision towards Lucas. It’s bullying in all its varied forms, and it shouldn’t be tolerated. Even still… she expresses hesitation at ousting him so harshly and hastily.
When Jack prods further, Angela points out that Wyatt is still one of her students. He’s making dozens of poor choices, she can concede that, and he deserves to be punished. But she’s also seen him in his brighter moments, instances of participation and camaraderie and learning. That exists in him just as much as the nastiness. As Jack has said himself, it’s never simply black and white, especially with adolescents who have so much growing to do.
For Angela, it just seems a little cruel to kick him out with so little time left in the school year. But she’s a softie, she claims, so what does she know? Maybe that’s not the best advice. Especially if he intends to leave an impression to deter others from exhibiting the same behavior. Jack thanks her regardless, insisting that her feedback was helpful.
Jack, softly: If you do decide to leave us this year as well, you will be sorely missed. I can promise you that.
Ouchie. Angela nods, suddenly a little more somber than before as Jack leaves her to it.
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY
Charlie is out with Zay, the two of them walking side by side as they make their way through the streets while keeping up a conversation. Zay refuses to tell him where they’re headed. Charlie is nervous, but also clearly excited. Invigorated with that infectious energy he gets from being around Zay Babineaux.
Zay declares they’ve made it, turning the corner. Curious, Charlie jogs to keep up.
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DANCE LOT - DAY
Zay has dragged them to a back alley park, the empty lot transforming into a break dance spot in the after school hours. A group of a couple dozen or so students is assembled, both older and younger than them. It’s sort of an impromptu crew, coming here after school to jam and challenge each other and just groove together. Most of them are also quite similar to Zay in displaying confidence in their unique sense of style – and come off pretty distinctly queer.
Charlie is more than intimated. He states he can’t do this before whipping around and trying to leave, but Zay grabs his shoulders and pulls him back. He braces him, going on to explain that as long as they’ve been friends – hell, even just classmates – Charlie has always seemed most centered when he’s dancing. These people, they’re the exact same, in fact they’re the experts at using it for self-expression. Zay is positive Charlie has never experienced dancing with freedom quite like this.
There’s a moment where it seems like maybe he’s being convinced… but no. He’s still scared. He tries to run again but is thwarted when one of the older, more respected members of the crew greets Zay and calls them over. Nowhere to hide, Charlie sheepishly follows Zay as he bounces over to greet his acquaintance.
Zay eagerly introduces Charlie, nudging him into standing straighter and not shying away from the moment. The assembled dancers sort of swarm and welcome him warmly, asking him what kind of dancing he’s into and if he thinks he can keep up. After a little bit of banter, let the dancing jam session begin!
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Step Up” as performed by Samantha Jade  || Instrumental
Yes, it’s the title track from Step Up. Yes, this entire sequence sort of feels like it’s ripped straight out of a Step Up movie. But that’s all part of the fun, and watching the teenagers all groove together and encourage each other is engaging to watch. The dancing is fresh, enthusiastic, clearly important to every single one of the kids assembled there.
Charlie is no exception. It takes a little while him to loosen up, the other dancers showing him new moves or helping him get comfortable. But true to Zay’s word, once he relaxes it’s like he transforms – he’s a completely different person. In his element, grounded, alive.
When the bridge hits (“And when the symphony plays, I feel my feet / Lifting from underneath”), focus zeroes in on just Zay and Charlie. In an instant they’re pulled together, and suddenly they’re dancing more with one another than we’ve seen thus far. Sure, they’ve done duets before, but never have they experimented with a dance that really includes the other.
But it’s good. Really good. And it seems pretty natural for the both of them to work out. As the bridge descends back into the chorus, they blend back with the rest of the crew and end out the jam session. Afterwards, the crew applauds, pulling Charlie into the group and giving him pats on the back. A new source of family, maybe…
His smile is impressively bright. Zay mirrors it. It’s impossible not to.
INT. AAA - SHAWN’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Angela and Shawn are at his apartment, having just finished up watching a movie. Well, sort of watching a movie, sort of on the road to Netflix and chilling.
After breaking a kiss, Angela tentatively broaches the topic of what will happen for the two of them if she decides to go on tour. Shawn bristles a bit, claiming that she’s decided then. She disputes this, stating that she’s far from having decided anything in an attempt to keep the situation from imploding. But Shawn has already pulled away, getting to his feet and busying himself by turning off the TV and hitting the lights.
Angela: Shawn, would you listen to me? I haven’t made a choice. I’m just… I’m trying to figure out my plan.
Shawn: You can’t make plans until after you’ve made the decision! [ off her expression ] You’re avoiding it because you don’t want to choose. You want there to be an easy out, but there’s not. You have to decide.
After a little more back and forth, Shawn points out that this is starting to feel eerily like the conversations they had right before the last time things ended badly between them. Angela frowns, stating that it’s different this time. They’re different.
But Shawn has already been emotionally spooked. He asks if he can be alone for a bit, retreating to the bedroom and leaving her alone to stew in it. Angela groans, flopping back on the couch and covering her face.
Weird, how not making a decision can almost make things worse…
INT. CHUBBIE’S DINER - NIGHT
Charlie and Zay are getting a late dinner at Chubbie’s, a credit in part to Charlie’s growth considering plenty of people can see them there who know them. But they’re friends, after all, so what does he have to hide? Just dancing pals.
He thanks Zay for taking him to the lot, stating that while he’s not entirely upright again, he does feel better. Zay is happy to have helped. When the two of them reach for the plate of fries at the same time, there’s a moment where their hands brush together and that tension returns between them again. Zay glances at Charlie, who is staring at their hands.
Then, Charlie proceeds for the fry as normal. Not commenting on the moment, but not immediately shying away from it either.
As he pops the fry into his mouth, he asks Zay what his plan for the summer program is. The number he was working on in the auditorium seemed pretty legit. Zay shrugs it off, claiming he’s not doing the audition. Charlie nearly chokes on his fries.
Zay: Jesus, man. [ sliding his water across the table in case he needs it ] If you survived the scary dancing pit, don’t let a stray potato take you out.
Charlie: What do you mean you’re not auditioning?
Zay: It’s no biggie. My family has this whole summer plan already, and I don’t want to mess with it. Not to mention the Farkle and Maya of it all, who knows what they might do if someone presents even a shred of competition –
Charlie, incredulously: I can’t believe I’m hearing this right now. You need to audition. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you’re too good to pass it up.
Zay: Um, could say the same to you.
Charlie: Yeah, thanks, but I’ve got enough going on internally without adding a stressful audition into the mix. Think you can admit to that.
Zay: Yes, you certainly are a bit of a basketcase at the moment…
Case in point, Zay needs to do this. Charlie won’t hear anything else, and he’s sure his family will understand. He at least needs to try. Zay contemplates this – the notion of actually giving it a shot as well as Charlie getting fired up on his behalf – before eating another fry.
INT. AAA - BOYS DRESSING ROOM - DAY
Farkle is gearing up for his audition, doing vocal warm-ups and mouth stretches in the mirror. Yogi and Dave are also present, shooting the breeze and poking fun at Farkle’s pre-show rituals. Dave shares that he heard Riley might be auditioning too, which freaks out Farkle. He wasn’t expecting more than the three of them to audition, and suddenly the calm of this whole situation feels precarious.
Maya pokes her head in, checking for Farkle and telling him they’re ready. Yogi and Dave tell him to break a leg, but he ignores them as he marches out of the dressing room.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Farkle and Maya make their way into the wings, the spotlight gleaming on stage and waiting for him. He stands apprehensively in the shadow of the curtains, suddenly prickling with stage fright he’s never really experienced before.
Maya gives him a bracing pat on the shoulder, pulling him out of his own head. She jostles him a bit, giving him a smirk and assuring him that he’s got this.
Wow, how nice it is to have friends instead of adversaries. Farkle nods, exhaling through his lips and regaining his performance mojo.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Not the Boy Next Door” as performed by Glee Cast  || Performed by Farkle Minkus
The instrumental precedes him, setting us up for a jaunty, energetic solo as Farkle marches his way onto the stage. It’s an enthusiastic and skillful performance, delivering all of the star power and talent that he’s been serving since “Man About Town” but leaner, looser, more an expression of heart rather than a strangled declaration of perfectionism.
More than anything, it’s clear he’s having fun, which can’t be said for every performance he’s given over the course of the year. He totally loses himself in the number, spurred on by the encouraging cheers from his classmates who came out to see him – notably Maya and Riley, amongst scattered other performers.
He’s out of breath when he belts out the final note, but boy, did he make an impression. Angela thanks him proudly, the rest of the judges smiling as well.
INT. AAA - TECHNICIAN’S BOOTH - DAY
Lucas is alone in the booth, in his usual chair. He’s got his pros and cons list in a small notebook, tapping his pen against it as he contemplates it. Presently, there’s a couple more cons than pros.
He raises his gaze to look at the booth around him. Much like the moment that gripped Angela in the black box, Lucas becomes acutely aware of the fact that he may never be back in this space after the school year is done. It’s oddly surreal. His pen starts tapping faster out of instinct.
He’s broken out of his fugue when Riley pops in, knocking lightly before stepping inside.
Riley: I hope I’m not intruding.
Lucas: No, uh, no. It’s fine. You’re fine. What’s up?
Riley can tell he’s not quite himself, but she chooses to brush past it for now. She’s a bit nervous herself, given what she’s there to talk to him about. After a bit of beating around the bush – a pointed eyebrow raises from Lucas to make it evident he knows she’s beating around the bush – Riley works up the courage to ask him to be her date to the Jacobs gala.
Before he can respond, she launches into a frantic ramble explaining exactly what it is and what he’d be expected to do. Lucas does his best to absorb her words at warp speed, obviously stunned she considered to ask him at all.
Riley: [ following her breathless explanation ] Essentially, it’s just a fanciful folly for the arts, but apparently I’m good enough to represent. And I’m supposed to bring a plus one, and I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and I just keep… I figured it might be nice to have a technician there as well. I couldn’t think of another person better suited for the job.
Lucas: … wow.
Lucas, still slow from the shock, admits that he’s flattered. And he concurs that her reasoning makes sense, bringing a technician along and all that. Riley nods along, chewing her lip and twisting her fingers together.
Lucas: But uh… no.
Riley: No. [ blinking ] No?
Ouch. Lucas presses his lips together, managing a shake of his head. Suddenly, the booth feels a million times more claustrophobic. As Riley tries to digest this turn of events, Lucas scrambles to provide an explanation of his own.
Lucas: Again, I really appreciate you considering me. But it seems like a pretty important thing for the school, or whatever, and a whole glamorous to-do. I just think that there’s a lot riding on you, here, and you should present yourself accordingly. Pick someone more… fitting to the role.
Riley: [ timidly ] What if I think you fit the role?
Well, hard to argue with that. Yet somehow, Lucas finds a way, still declining the invitation although with less certainty the second time around.
Riley is stung, stumbling out a few assurances of “cool” and “sure.” Lucas is apologetic, seemingly genuinely so, but at present Riley just needs to escape. She makes an excuse and darts out of there, Lucas watching her go. There’s a moment where it looks like he might go after her, but it passes without action.
Instead, Lucas sighs and pulls his notebook back onto his lap. He stares at his lists, grabbing his pen and adding Riley to the bottom of it. It’s in the middle of the page, not clear at all which column she falls under.
INT. BABINEAUX HOME - NIGHT
As Donna prepares for dinner and Omar chats with her from the table with his work, Zay barrels into the room and declares that he has something to tell them. He doesn’t give them the chance to react as he claims he wants to audition for the Kossal summer program, rattling off what it is and why he wants to do it. He states that he wants to go on the summer trip and this may not even work out, but the chance feels too important to ignore and really important to him.
When he finishes, he’s out of breath. He stares at his parents, wide-eyed, waiting for their reaction. Unsurprisingly they are more than supportive, telling him to go for it and show everyone at that school why he is the best they’ve got. The rest, they’ll figure out later. Zay exhales in relief and hugs his mom, earning a laugh from her.
INT. BABINEAUX HOME - ZAY’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Zay retreats to his bedroom, obviously in far better spirits than earlier in the week. He crafts a message to Charlie, before deciding that’s not enough. He pulls up his contact, dialing his number instead.
INT. GARDNER HOME - CHARLIE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Charlie sees Zay light up his phone, grabbing it and escaping out to his balcony. He answers on the fourth ring, not keeping him hanging.
Zay tells him what his parents said, and that he’s going to audition. Charlie congratulates him, claiming that he knew it would all work out.
Zay: How is it when I always think I’ve got the one-up on you, you repay the favor before I even realize it?
Charlie, charmed: Well, I have to be the expert at something in this relationship.
Zay hangs on his acknowledgement of their friendship as a “relationship,” before pushing past it. He repeats the sentiment that his parents said about proving that he is the best AAA has, and Charlie seconds it without hesitation.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “The Music and the Mirror” as performed by A Chorus Line Original Cast || Performed by Zay Babineaux
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Starting from the opening piano tinkles, focus is solely with Zay on the stage. As much an honorary diva as he is, he’s more so a team player than anything else, so this ownership of center stage feels long overdue.
And boy, is it worth the wait. Zay absolutely destroys the classic triple-threat number, singing the hell out of it and then proceeding to dance the hell out of it. It’s four minutes dedicated to giving the star our undisputed attention, and it feels more earned than words can describe.
As the dance unfolds in the second half, focus cuts to some of the friends who have come to see him audition. Nearly the entire class is there considering how popular he is, all in awe of his dancing ability as they should be. Charlie looks prouder than ever. Riley is basically jumping out of her seat from excitement. That’s her first friend!
The judges are deeply impressed, and seemingly grateful at their current three auditionees there’s not actually a decision to make. Farkle seems less relieved, starting to get a little bit antsy as they applaud Zay and he gives a confident bow.
INT. LAW OFFICE - DAY
Riley visits her mother at work, distinctly out of place in the high intensity and strait-laced setting of the law office with her thrift store tee and flare jeans and propensity for knocking things over. It’s a relief when TOPANGA LAWRENCE emerges from her office and happily gestures her in, freeing her from the scrutinizing gaze of her colleagues at the front.
INT. TOPANGA’S OFFICE - DAY
Topanga and Riley catch up as they settle in, Riley primly sitting in the large leather chair opposite her mother’s desk. When prompted on how school is going, Riley offhandedly explains all of the stuff going on at school with things winding down to summer. When Topanga gets wind of the summer program, she comments what a wonderful opportunity that sounds like and questions whether Riley is going to audition.
Riley admits that she was thinking about it, but has sort of decided she’s not going to. Topanga totally turns the usual argument on its head, wondering why Riley would ever hesitate when she’s so gifted but more so curious as to why she’d neglect such a great opportunity when they’re certainly forking over a chunk of change for her to attend the school in the first place. A fair point, but not the most empathetic approach.
It’s encouragement in its most aggravating form. Rather than motivating Riley it almost completely turns her off to the whole thing. Although she states she’ll continue to consider it, her expression makes that statement difficult to buy. Tough day for Miss Matthews…
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Class is assembled before first bell, discussing all the auditionees so far and how nothing has been much of a surprise. Wyatt is cleverly keeping his mouth shut giving he’s on probation, but somehow his classmates manage to pull some commentary out of him.
When he says something harsh towards Zay’s performance Charlie starts to refute but Lucas beats him to it, firing back with a dig at Wyatt that makes most of the assorted group chuckle but also wince. Pissed at being ridiculed by him once again, Wyatt serves up a harsh reality check of his own.
Wyatt: At least we know if there was a competition for which one of them to get rid of, there’d be a unanimous decision across the board.
The message is clear enough. Isadora jumps in and tells Wyatt to fuck off, but Lucas is less reactive. In fact, he’s totally blithe when he says something offhand in response, alluding to the fact that Wyatt might very well get his wish.
He gets up, retreating to the booth and leaving an uncomfortable and uncertain quiet in his place. The situation feels serious, but none of them have any clue why…
INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY
Angela is still grappling with her own indecision, alone in her classroom. Only this time, Shawn isn’t there with coffee and a warm gesture to rescue her.
She checks her phone, revealing a couple of messages sent to him that have gone unanswered. Frustrated, running out of time, and as uncertain as ever, Angela shuts off her phone and jumps to her feet. Unable to sit still any longer.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?” as performed by Jools Holland & Kylie Minogue || Performed by Angela Moore
Launching into this anthem for indecision, Angela dances around her classroom as she lets out her aggravation. It’s refreshing to get another track with our favorite performance coach showing off why she’s been offered a touring position in the first place. The vocals are top notch, but the emotion behind them is what really sells the rendition.
As she continues to sing, she makes her way out into the halls…
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
In the following montage, Angela’s singing underscores both she and Lucas going through their day as they continue to balance their decisions. Whereas Angela is more about chewing up the scenery and expressing reluctance to leave, Lucas is observing the things about the school he enjoys (his fellow technicians, the booth, the occasional moments where the performers are entertaining) along with all the things he hates (the drama, the stupidity, the incessant singing). With every beat, he makes a little note in his list when no one is paying attention.
Angela finishes off the montage at center stage, dipping her head back and absorbing the spotlight. Exasperated, but evidently no more at home than when she’s performing. It does truly feel like an impossible decision.
Then, she closes up for the night, clicking off all the lights and shrouding the place in darkness.
EXT. OUTDOOR HIDEOUT - DAY
The montage concludes for Lucas somewhere just out of the city, more wilderness than we’ve seen yet. He’s seated on the hood of Dylan’s jeep which is parked in the clearing just beyond the trees, sort of a natural hideaway that the three of frequent somewhat often. Asher and Dylan focus on setting up something further into the space, leaving Lucas alone.
He’s got his list again, distracted by it rather than the task at hand. Asher jogs over with Dylan on his heels, the two of them questioning why he’s been out of it this week and why he’s waiting up. Dylan holds up a bottle rocket impatiently.
Dylan: Come on. We know you like to have first light.
Idiotic antics aside, Asher observes Lucas for a moment before wondering if he knows that if something major were going on, he could talk to them about it.
Asher: Whatever’s going on, you know you could talk to us about it, right? [ off Dylan’s nod of agreement ] I mean, no guarantee that we’d have good advice –
Dylan: [ with a snort ] Definitely not.
Asher: But we’d listen. We got your back. You know?
Lucas examines the two of them – his truest lieutenants – and just takes them in for a long moment. It’s difficult to imagine what his day-to-day would be like without them in it.
He assures them he’s aware, then tells them not to worry about it. He directs them to go finish setting up the rocket, to which Dylan cheers and sprints back over. After they’ve gone far enough away, Lucas takes a moment to add their names on the pros side of the list as a totally separate entity from the rest of the techies.
With that, he officially comes out to an even tally – no clear decision. All that remains in flux is Riley, now having been underlined and with a couple of question marks. This indecision’s killing me…
INT. AAA - ERIC’S OFFICE - DAY
Jack stops by Eric’s office, surprising him given they rarely have cordial friendly chats with one another. He attempts to play it casual at first, commenting on how lovely the auditions have been so far. Since only three have auditioned, guess their job is pretty simple, huh?
Eric: Yeah, for sure. And why are you here again?
Jack: What? I can’t come by to have a chat with my best counselor?
Eric: I’m your only counselor.
Jack: And?
Eric gives him a look, breaking his facade. Jack relents, easing further into the room to settle into the chair opposite his desk. He gets into his qualm with Wyatt once again, especially now that Shawn and Angela have given him opposing advice.
He still feels stuck. He wants to make the best choice as an administrator, but he also knows that teenagers are stupid. They’re ignorant. They make mistakes. He’s seen that shift firsthand all year long, in just about every single one of their students. But he doesn’t want this behavior to continue either…
Eric empathizes, giving Jack what he’s been wanting to hear this entire time which is simply that there isn’t a right or easy decision. He just has to go with his gut. Considering he’s an excellent educator, Eric has little doubt that he will make the best one.
Jack appreciates the sentiment, but still isn’t convinced. He asks Eric what he would do in his position, seeking counsel from him seeing as that’s presumably his job title and all that.
After a beat of contemplation, Eric states that he thinks he would ask Wyatt to leave. Not because he’s irredeemable, but because they have to think about what is best for the collective. Regardless of how they feel about individual students, what always matters most is how all of them can best proceed. Isn’t that true?
Jack takes this to heart, genuinely grateful for the help. Eric accepts his gratitude, offering him an encouraging smile.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Lucas is seated on the edge of the stage, one leg dangling off the side as he painstakingly wraps microphone cables. Riley makes her way in from the audience entrance, hoping to find Isadora and stumbling into him instead. Their staging mirrors their face off at the end of 1.03, now with Riley standing in the aisles and looking up at him on the stage.
They’re a bit awkward with one another as she asks whether he’s seen Isadora, given how recent his rejection of her was. He claims he doesn’t know, curiously wondering why she’s trying to find her. Riley expresses that she wanted to ask her about the audition, letting it slip that she has almost effectively decided she’s not going to do it.
Lucas is shocked, coming off more miffed than he intends to. He questions if she’s serious, not believing there’s a world in which she’s not auditioning. Riley stammers into an explanation, Lucas remaining unimpressed as she lists all the factors that have stacked against her in the past week. He claims none of that matters.
Lucas: This is just you stepping back into the shadows because suddenly overwhelming factors have come into play. You’re really just going to go back to how things were? As if you’ve learned nothing?
Riley: [ scoffing ] Are you really about to give me this lecture right now?
[ Lucas rolls his eyes, diverting his attention back to his cables. But Riley isn’t finished, storming closer to the stage. ]
Riley: So what, you just want me to rock the boat for the sake of rocking the boat? You want me to just do whatever my mother says I should?
Lucas: This isn’t about your mom. And this isn’t about rebellion either. This is about you, and the fact that you are too damn talented to be stepping out of the spotlight just because other people want it. Just because someone else wants what you have doesn’t mean you have to give it up.
Choice words, and not a bad point. Riley absorbs this, crossing her arms and looking at her feet. Lucas gazes at her for a long moment, twisting the microphone cable in his fingers.
Lucas, calmer: Earlier this year, someone told me that if something is important to you then you go out and do it. No matter what anyone else tells you to do or how to be. You stand up for yourself.
Lucas gets to his feet, placing the microphone in the box with the rest and snapping the lid shut. He hops off the lip of the stage, passing her to head back towards the technician’s booth. But he hesitates once he’s passed her.
Lucas: Are you really going to go back to hiding in the chorus line?
He doesn’t give her the chance to respond, marching towards the back of the auditorium. Riley looks over her shoulder and watches him go, obviously torn up all over again. For what it’s worth, what she wants suddenly seems less muddled than before…
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Thus, march onward Riley does. She approaches the audition list, hesitating before officially adding a fourth name to the roster. All the sudden, there’s actual stakes to this game. As she writes her name, a voiceover of her introducing herself before her audition pre-laps…
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Riley is alone center stage, spotlight shining on her. She’s squinting to attempt and see Eric, Angela, any of them – but it’s like they’re not there at all. Basically the entire class has showed up in the seats, wanting to see how a non-diva contender plans to throw down with such a bold move against the status quo.
Angela grants Riley permission to begin whenever she’s ready. Her fingers are shaking as she holds the microphone stand. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and grounding herself.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “She Used to Be Mine” as performed by Sara Bareilles || Performed by Riley Matthews
If there’s a pivotal example of how much a performer can blossom in the span of a year, then this performance would be it. Although she starts out timid, Riley delivers an impassioned and powerful rendition of the Broadway belter, obviously channeling all of her emotion and passion into it like never before. It’s stunning, breathtaking, the kind of game-changer that throws this entire competition into a toss-up.
It’s a testament to how far she’s come that nearly the entire class seems impressed. They’re supportive too, smiling and nodding as she decimates the number. Isadora is smug on her behalf, glancing to the other techies proudly. Even Farkle is playing nice, although he’s starting to get a little twitchy…
INT. AAA - TECHNICIAN’S BOOTH - DAY
As she rounds out the number, focus draws to Lucas in the booth. He’s totally captivated, although not that surprised – he’s the one who told her she had it in her, after all.
Still, there’s a contemplative edge to his expression. Trying to figure her out, wondering if he could actually walk away from her…
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Inspired by Riley’s bold move, suddenly the audition list is swimming in the names of other hopeful auditionees. Farkle is staring at it, trying extremely hard to keep his cool and not freak out over the increasing loss of control.
Maya joins him, poking her chin over his shoulder and eyeing it as well before stating that he can’t keep watching it like this. Yet the two of them stare transfixed for a second longer, Maya physically having to turn them both away from it to break the trance.
She gives a pep talk, stating that they both gave kickass performances and all there is left to do is let the deliberation speak for itself. When Farkle doesn’t seem convinced, she tells him she’s getting him away from it. They’re getting out of there – they’re playing hooky. Now there’s a way to get the attention of a goody-two-shoes academic.
Farkle: Um? I’ve never missed a day of class in my sixteen years.
Maya: Aw, so honored to be your first time! Let’s go.
She grabs his hand, yanking him down the hall.
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY
Launching into their day of freedom, Maya and Farkle are meandering their way about town. They’re window shopping in the fashion district, sipping fancy coffee drinks and trying to find their zen – Farkle’s is pointedly marked decaf.
As they chat, they somehow gets on the subject of the local theater scene and the hangouts for up and coming performers. Farkle claims that his parents have membership at this elite club lounge where a lot of Broadway performers congregate and rehearse.
Maya: What’s it called?
Farkle: Emerald City, I think.
Maya: [ stopping cold ] WHAT?
Farkle: I know, feels a little on the nose, but –
Maya grabs him by the shirt collar, yanking him towards her and causing him to drop his drink. She’s got a frenzied gleam in her eyes.
Farkle: I was drinking that!
Maya: You have access to the Emerald City lounge? Where the future stars of Broadway mix and mingle? Where it’s rumored Carly Rae Jepsen snuck her way in and was able to get her stint as Cinderella? How have you never told me this?
Farkle: Ow, unclaw me, please! [ as she does so ] I don’t know, it never came up. I’ve always wanted to go, but I didn’t want to go alone. And to be fair, we weren’t exactly chummy for me to be sharing these things.
Maya: I know, I’m surprised you weren’t just bragging incessantly about it. And listen, had you mentioned this sooner? We would’ve been friends ages ago.
Farkle gives her a look, Maya nudging him playfully before insisting they have to go. If the only reason he’s never gone is because he didn’t want to go stag, well, that problem is now solved.
She starts to drag him down the street but he gets her to slow down, first thanking her for getting him out of that school and out of his own head. He truly needed it, and he’s grateful for it – and her. Maya grins, shrugging it off like it’s nothing.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “One Short Day” as performed by Wicked Original Broadway Cast || Performed by Maya Hart & Farkle Minkus
As the jaunty and uplifting descent into glamourous kicks off, Maya and Farkle dance their way through the streets together as only two divas in paradise can. It’s endearing and comfortable, such a far cry from “What Is This Feeling?” in 1.03. It also doesn’t paint NYC in such a bad light either. In fact, it’s pretty damn beautiful.
On the beat where Glinda tells Elphaba they’re going to be late for “Wiz-a-mania,” Farkle gets caught up checking his phone. People are posting on their own accounts about how auditions are going, and the competition seems to be getting thicker and thicker. But Maya pulls him out of it, yanking him down the stairwell to the hidden depths of Emerald City.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
As Farkle and Maya enter the depths of the working performers, a montage ensues of the rest of the sophomore class performing their auditions.
INT. EMERALD CITY LOUNGE - DAY
An eclectic, shimmering testament to Broadway and those struggling to work in it, Emerald City is somewhere between a bar lounge and a dressing room. Maya and Farkle watch in awe as working actors and dancers buzz around them, before inevitably pulling them into the dance. Because it’s television, and musical television, and we can do what we want.
After the very necessary and super cute kick line, Maya and Farkle come back together to share their moment on the lyrics “and then just like now we can say…” Farkle states that they’re “two good friends,” before Maya takes his hand and holds their joined fingers up between them. “Two best friends.”
Then the professionals pull them back into the number, rounding out the number with a flourish. What a way to spend a school day!
INT. AAA - TECHNICIAN’S BOOTH - NIGHT
Lucas is back in the booth, although not in his usual chair. A little further into the booth, a panel has popped out of the wall and leaned against the electrical cabinet. And it’s the basic crawl space of an alcove that is revealed behind it where Lucas has built his hideaway, the place he sleeps when he’s avoiding going home. It’s not much, but it’s the coziest space he’s ever known.
This is where he is now, cooped up and regarding his full list. Cons include the horrible competitive environment, all the performers, the constant singing, etc. The pros, however, are strong and difficult to ignore – Isadora at the top and underlined, the techies, Mister Shawn, Principal Hunter (someone has to keep his life interesting), Dylan and Asher…
And yet, the tally comes to an even draw. All save for Riley at the bottom, somehow having become the deciding factor.
The booth door opening scares Lucas out of his melancholy. He scrambles to get up and start frantically attempt to hide everything away, when Isadora appears around the other side of the electrical cabinet. She tells him to relax, he doesn’t have to pack away his whole set-up. Also, she brought dinner. Lucas tries to act indifferent about her discovering his shelter, but she truly isn’t all that impressed.
Isadora: You really thought I didn’t know about all that? It’s not hard to deduce. You hate being at home. You’re always in here, and you’re always here first thing in the morning, which I know isn’t plausible otherwise because you’re not a morning person.
Lucas: Well, when you put it that way. [ a beat, softer ] Forget you’re a genius, sometimes.
Isadora: [ with a shrug ] You’re my best friend. It’s not that hard to figure you out.
He sits back down in his alcove, Isadora settling down across from him. She asks how his “hypothetical” is going. He defensively wonders if she’s figured that all out too, which she admits she has not. But she claims that if it were truly important, she knows he would tell her.
In this case, far from the truth. There’s a reason he’s avoided telling her what’s going on outright – he can’t imagine how she would take the news that he may be leaving for good. He explains that he’s hit a dead end and doesn’t know how to move forward. He’s done the pros and cons like she said, but he’s torn on this last factor that might tip the scales in either direction.
Isadora: First things first, is it an important factor? If it’s extraneous, then you shouldn’t even bother with it.
Lucas: … yes. Yeah, it is. How do I determine where it falls?
Isadora: Well, if this were an actual scientific theory, your next step would be to draft an experiment. Decide what you want your hypothesis to be – which outcome you want it to be, unless we’re talking null hypothesis – and then find a way to test whether or not it’s true. That’s what any good scientist would do. Basic scientific method.
Lucas takes this in, already puzzling over how to accomplish such a thing. Isadora distracts him by tossing food at him, commanding him to eat. He relents, digging in with her.
INT. ANGELA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Angela is typing out an email to the touring company, effectively making her decision. From the looks of it, it seems as though she’s going to decline the offer. She’s interrupted when there’s a knock at her door.
Shawn is on the other side, holding a bouquet of flowers and ansty with earnest. Angela starts to question what he’s doing but he cuts her off, stepping in past her and launching into a poem from the book she gave him. The thematics are essentially well-matched to their current situation, and Angela can’t help but giggle in a what are you doing sort of fashion.
When Shawn finishes the recitation, he puts the flowers on the table and takes her arms. He’s breathless with nerves, but clearly wants her to hear him.
Shawn: I’ve changed a lot since the last time we had these conversations. I have, but I sure wasn’t acting like it. I’m sorry about the way I reacted, and I don’t care if you want to pursue this thing. In fact, I’m proud of you, and I want you to, if that’s what you want. And if it means another few years apart, then so be it. We came back to each other once.
Angela doesn’t even know what to say. She doesn’t know how to convey that she was going to decline the offer, or if she even still should with this turn of events. Thankfully, she’s saved by the bell, in this case her cell phone ringing. He steps back and allows her to pick it up.
As she engages with the call, we can tell that the news is shocking. Shawn tries to get something out of her as she listens, desperately trying to get a read on the situation. When she hangs up, she just stares at him for a couple of seconds.
Shawn: Ange, you’re killing me.
Angela manages to stammer out that she’s been offered a role in an off-Broadway show. Then, she’s finally able to grin. She repeats the statement, trying to make herself believe it. It’s not her big break, no, but it’s a start – and it’s here. She doesn’t have to go anywhere. The two of them, her time here, aren’t finished quite yet.
Shawn pulls her into a hug, lifting her and spinning her. When she lands back on her feet, the two of them share a big damn kiss –
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
The sophomore class is assembled outside the door to the black box, anxiously waiting for Angela to put up the finalists for Kossal. The performers are trying their best not to throw jabs at each other, while the techies hang back against the wall and watch the near stampede in mild amusement.
Lucas: If any of you decide you’re going to the pit because of this, can I watch?
Riley tells them to ignore him, reminding the core group that whatever happens, they’re going to be happy for one another. They all agree, although it’s hard to tell if that sentiment is going to hold true…
Angela emerges, silence immediately settling over the crowd. You could hear a pin drop. She begs for a moment to escape once she puts it up before they all stampede, then moves to pin the list onto the bulletin board. She dives back into the classroom and slams the door just as the wolves descend, trying to see who got the three coveted spots.
Farkle elbows his way through, making it to the front first and getting a look for himself. From his expression, we can almost imagine the list before we see it.
Zay Babineaux. Maya Hart. Riley Matthews.
No Farkle Minkus. No summer program. No successful path to the top.
Sound grows muted around Farkle as the others get close enough to look for themselves. He can’t bring himself to react. He can’t even breathe.
He’s jostled out of it when Charlie bumps him in the back on accident, en route to giving Zay an enthusiastic hug. Maya and Riley eagerly congratulate one another, turning expectantly towards Farkle. Obviously not certain what to say to him, but hoping he’ll opt to take the gracious approach instead and make it easy on them to enjoy their laurels.
What do they want from him? A congratulations? Farkle doesn’t have it in him to give. He sort of sputters an incoherent statement and backs away, trying to wrap his head around it. How this could have possibly happened.
Zay: Seriously? Are you about to diva meltdown? What happened to being happy for each other?
Farkle, panicked: Yeah, well, that’s easy to say when –
Charlie: It’s okay, dude. There will be other opportunities –
Farkle is beyond that. He’s sliding back into manic, figuring he must have let himself slip up somewhere along the way. Or that this is all some elaborate ruse on their part – like they all knew if they got him off his game, he’d be easier to thwart.
Zay: You think I’d choose to be friends with you just to get some made up advantage over you? Believe me, man, I don’t hate myself that much.
Riley: Farkle, that’s not true –
Maya: Farkle. [ breaking through the haze, over everyone else ] Can’t you just be happy for me?
She holds his gaze, obviously hurt. Hoping he’ll say the right thing. But all he can manage is a non-answer.
Farkle: I – need a second. I need – just leave me alone.
Farkle storms away towards the auditorium, desperate to escape. The others watch him go, a myriad of emotions swirling around them but disappointment being the most unifying one.
Zay: Guess people don’t really change.
Maya looks more wounded than anyone else. She breaks away from the group, marching in the other direction.
INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY
Jack is having his final conduct meeting with Wyatt, having made his decision on what his punishment will be. Eric is also present.
The final verdict is somewhere down the middle: Wyatt is being expelled from AAA effective at the start of the new term, but he will be allowed to finish out the remainder of this school year. Wyatt doesn’t have any complaints at this point, resigned. He claims that AAA is a hellscape and totally corrupt. The administration clearly has their favorites, and they have no idea how rotten the place is from the inside out.
Eric, calmly: You seem quite critical of this so-called rotten environment, in spite of how you had an active hand in keeping it alive…
Wyatt chooses not to comment, Jack dismissing him. As he heads out, he warns Jack that getting rid of him isn’t going to get rid of the problems at Adams. For one, he’s not the creator of the AAAC, but more pointedly the page is not the perpetrator of all the mean stuff people say about each other. They do all that themselves. Like he’s been saying, it’s just the messenger. And they’ve just shot it.
Wyatt: So if you really believe you’re making a difference, maybe you try tackling the toxic waste that serves as the very core of this school. But that would require actually being a competent administrator, so…
Eric rises and shoos him out, Jack taking the intended hit anyway. He closes his eyes and rubs his temples as Eric shuts the door behind Wyatt, releasing a sigh and claiming he thinks they made the right choice expelling that kind of bad energy.
When Jack doesn’t seem placated, Eric settles down across from him and comes to his defense. Wyatt is just postulating, and he made a good decision.
Jack nods along, but it’s evident there’s a lingering inkling of doubt…
INT. AAA - ATRIUM - DAY
As Wyatt exits the front office, he pulls out his phone. He crafts a message to AAA Confessions, warning them that Jack is on the warpath. The page is probably going to be officially shut down before the end of the school year. What are they planning to do?
The confessions page starts a message back… then doesn’t respond. Wyatt never gets an answer.
INT/EXT. LUCAS’S BEDROOM / LUCAS’S FIRE ESCAPE - DAY
Lucas is flipping through the McCullough pamphlet, but he can’t stomach looking at it for too long. Still feels like too daunting a decision to make.
He climbs out onto his fire escape, settling down and releasing a sigh. He stares out towards the city for a moment, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He starts a message to Riley, but nothing he wants to say comes out right. He finds himself calling her instead.
Lucas: Hey. I know I said… [ a beat ] things have been kind of… [ willing himself to be outright ] Do you still need a plus one?
Let the experiment begin…
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
School has emptied out for the day, only a few stragglers left behind. Farkle is back in front of the bulletin board, staring at the three names and unable to believe that he’s not there.
Something about him isn’t quite right. He’s frantic, frenzied in a way that’s beyond just disappointment from a jilted diva. The longer he glares at the list, clenching his jaw and fidgeting in place, the worse the hysteria seems to become.
Song Cue ♫ ♪ “It’s All Over” as performed by Glee Cast || Performed by Farkle Minkus (feat. Zay Babineaux, Maya Hart, Riley Matthews, Isadora De La Cruz, Charlie Gardner, and Lucas Friar)
[ Lyrics specific to characters – follow along here! ]
Farkle spits the words “Miss Moore was supposed to love me, I turn my back and find myself out on the line” towards the list, before whipping around –
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
And suddenly center on a brightly lit stage. It’s almost glaringly bright, to the point where it would hurt to look at. If you’re not in his immediate line of sight, then you’re shrouded in shadow – which is how the figures standing on the stage look to him until they make themselves known and step into the light to argue with him.
Although the rest of the core group is included in the number, it’s more than clear that they’re not actually there. This isn’t actually Maya, Zay, even Lucas singing in opposition to him – they’re all in his imagination, but it doesn’t make it feel any less real. In regards to who is saying what, well, if you read any set of specific lyrics in this show, let it be this number.
As Farkle grows more and more frantic, the opposition towards him grows more and more pronounced. Although this whole thing started with a dashed dream, the way he’s so emotional over them all “dropping” him through the course of the song or turning him away seems like a greater trigger for him than the missed opportunity. So it’s not actually clear what is causing the meltdown, or if he really knows himself.
All he knows is that the entire core group is telling him it’s all over, and he’s fighting against it with whatever he’s got – back to the teeth-gnashing, scrappy, obsessive starlet who clawed his way to first on stage at the start of the school year.
No, Farkle Minkus is far from going quietly. He’s not going anywhere, and he swears that this isn’t how this is going to end.
Oh, boy…
END OF EPISODE.
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99 Romantic Love Quotes to Unveil What You Truly Feel About Them
 99 Romantic Love Quotes to Unveil What You Truly Feel About Them
If discovering love was a simple difficulty to deal with, poets, authors, and playwrights wouldn’t have written 1000's of items of artwork to discover it. Romances feed the human soul, however can be likened to residing organisms that typically want injections to remain wholesome.
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Nicely, we've your medication proper right here – an amazing assortment of quotes about love, in addition to romantic quotes written particularly so that you can give to that particular somebody to remind him/her simply how vital his/her affection is to your properly being.
1 Well-known Romantic Quotes
2 Romantic Quotes for Her
3 Romantic Quotes for Him
FAMOUS ROMANTIC QUOTES
A fantastic girl delights the attention; a clever girl, the understanding; a pure one, the soul. Minna Antrim
Quite a lot of instances, in our tradition and our society, we put romantic love one way or the other on a better airplane than self-love and friendship love. You'll be able to’t do this. You need to honor and actually totally spend money on all these completely different loving relationships. Delilah
A person’s kiss is his signature. Mae West
 A realist, in Venice, would develop into a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he noticed earlier than him. Arthur Symons
All of the home windows of my coronary heart I open to the day. John Greenleaf Whittier
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Whenever you take a look at me, whenever you consider me, I'm in paradise. William Makepeace Thackeray
And ever has it been recognized that love is aware of not its personal depth till the hour of separation. Khalil Gibran
On the finish of the day, if the man goes to put in writing the lady a letter, whether or not it’s hen scratch or scribble or appears like a physician’s be aware, if he takes the time to place pen to paper and never sort one thing, there’s one thing so extremely romantic and delightful about that. Meghan Markle
Havana, for all its smells, sweat, crumbling partitions, isolation, and tough historical past, is essentially the most romantic metropolis on the earth. Mark Kurlansky
How distant the celebs appear, and the way far is our first kiss, and ah, how previous my coronary heart. William Butler Yeats
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I'm in you and also you in me, mutual in divine love. William Blake
I've at all times been a romantic, a type of individuals who believes {that a} girl in pink circus tights comprises all of the secrets and techniques of the universe. Tom Robbins
I really like Paris for the million causes that everyone loves the town. It’s an extremely romantic and delightful place. Alan Furst
I really like you greater than my very own pores and skin. Frida Kahlo
 I really like you the extra in that I imagine you had appreciated me for my very own sake and for nothing else. John Keats
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I feel it’s vital to have closure in any relationship that ends – from a romantic relationship to a friendship. It is best to at all times have a way of readability on the finish and know why it started and why it ended. You want that in your life to maneuver cleanly into your subsequent part. Jennifer Aniston
I feel romance is something trustworthy. So long as it’s trustworthy, it’s so disarming. Kristen Stewart
I used to strive to attract my girlfriends. I feel one of the romantic issues that anyone can do is draw a portrait of the particular person you like. Nick Carter
If I can cease one coronary heart from breaking, I shall not stay in useless. Emily Dickinson
In case you are not too lengthy, I'll wait right here for you all my life. Oscar Wilde
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In the event you don’t love me, it doesn't matter, anyway I can love for each of us. Stendhal
I’m a hopeless romantic and I imagine that you could find love in many various locations and be very conflicted. I’ve found as I’ve grown up that life is much extra sophisticated than you suppose it's whenever you’re a child. It isn’t only a simple fairytale. Rachel McAdams
I’m not executed with love, however I refuse to settle. I'm a hopeless romantic. And I received’t cease until I get it proper. Halle Berry
 It's higher to have cherished and misplaced than by no means to have misplaced in any respect. Samuel Butler
It’s straightforward to get wrapped up in sharing on a regular basis life with a companion. It’s enjoyable to get misplaced in love and romance. It’s the most effective. However holding on to your self whereas doing that's an important factor. Brittany Murphy
I’ve at all times actually been a romantic at coronary heart, and I've at all times needed children, and I feel the concept of sharing your life with the proper particular person is wonderful, truly. Monica Lewinsky
Kiss me and you will notice how vital I'm. Sylvia Plath
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it's of the identical nature because the celestial respiration of the environment of paradise. Victor Hugo
Love is friendship set on fireplace. Jeremy Taylor
Love is the silent saying and saying of a single identify. Mignon McLaughlin
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Love planted a rose, and the world turned candy. Katharine Lee Bates
Love acknowledges no obstacles. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates partitions to reach at its vacation spot filled with hope. Maya Angelou
 Love, whether or not newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, should at all times create sunshine, filling the guts so filled with radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world. Nathaniel Hawthorne
Morning with out you is a dwindled daybreak. Emily Dickinson
My dearly beloved if I'm to die at this time and by no means see the candy face of you I need you to know that I'm no nice man and am fortunate to have such a girl as you. Wild Invoice Hickok
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My coronary heart is sort of a singing chicken. Christina Rossetti
O, thou artwork fairer than the night air clad in the fantastic thing about a thousand stars. Christopher Marlowe
Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm. Mason Cooley
Romance is the glamour which turns the mud of on a regular basis life right into a golden haze. Carolyn Gold Heilbrun
Romantic love is psychological sickness. But it surely’s a pleasurable one. It’s a drug. It distorts actuality, and that’s the purpose of it. It will be not possible to fall in love with somebody that you just actually noticed. Fran Lebowitz
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Devil, actually, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a second. James Joyce
The lust and attraction are sometimes a given in a romance novel – I need to dig into the weather of true friendship that kind a basis for a strong, gonna-last-forever romantic relationship. Suzanne Brockmann
 The actual lover is the person who can thrill you simply by touching your head or smiling into your eyes – or simply by staring into house. Marilyn Monroe
The romantic love we really feel towards the alternative intercourse might be one further assist from God to carry you collectively, however that’s it. All the remainder of it, the real love, is the take a look at. Joan Chen
The sound of a kiss is just not so loud as that of a cannon, however its echo lasts an amazing deal longer. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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There is no such thing as a intuition like that of the guts. Lord Byron
There’s nothing extra romantic than Italian meals. Elisha Cuthbert
There’s one thing in regards to the sound of a prepare that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful. Paul Simon
Custom wears a snowy beard, romance is at all times younger. John Greenleaf Whittier
Real love tales by no means have endings. Richard Bach
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Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the artwork of being uncalculated, the willingness to look silly, the braveness to say, “That is me, and I’m taken with you sufficient to point out you my flaws with the hope that you could be embrace me for all that I'm however, extra vital, all that I'm not.” Ashton Kutcher
We're every of us angels with just one wing, and we are able to solely fly by embracing each other. Luciano De Crescenzo
 What's love? It's the morning and the night star. Sinclair Lewis
Once I give I give myself. Walt Whitman
Once I stroll with you I really feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole. William Makepeace Thackeray
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Phrases of affection, are works of affection. William R. Alger
You can't lookup on the evening sky on the Planet Earth and never marvel what it’s wish to be up there amongst the celebs. And I at all times lookup on the moon and see it as the only most romantic place throughout the cosmos. Tom Hanks
ROMANTIC QUOTES FOR HER
I completely dread the labors of the day, however the evening, when I'm with you, makes all the toiling value it.
I had no path in life till God introduced you into my world. Thanks for giving me somebody worthy of dedicating my coronary heart and soul to.
Once we met, the place we met, the phrases that got here out of your mouth, and even what you had been sporting are without end imprinted on my coronary heart.
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I really like you a lot that I'm prepared to attend till we're married to bodily consummate our union.
It doesn’t matter in case you develop fats, toothless, bald or blind; you'll without end be an important particular person on this world to me as a result of the love I've for you is solidly cemented on my coronary heart.
My love for you is so sturdy there isn't any boundary within the universe that may hold me away from you.
The love I really feel for you is just not based mostly on intercourse. It's about valuing you for the intangible particular person you might be on the within.
When I'm round you I lose all apprehension and worry and simply need to be your servant. If this isn't the definition of affection, then love can't be outlined.
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All 5 of my senses are in full submission to your loveliness. I'm however a prepared and ready slave to your love.
I don't worry love, nor do I worry heartbreak. My solely worry is that I fail in making you cheerful as a mate, that if this relationship does dissolve, I'm burdened with the considered not making an attempt my greatest.
I imagine that we're soulmates. I imagine that destiny not solely introduced us collectively but additionally deems that we must always stay so for the whole lot of our lives.
There may be nothing in my possession which in case you so desired I can conceptualize withholding from you. That is my means of exhibiting appreciation and respect to your love.
My inside drive to excel in life is fueled by the vitality of the love I really feel for you.
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The love I really feel within the depths of my coronary heart for you is just not based mostly on immaturity, inexperience or infatuation. I do know the tasks of affection and I'm ready to cater for you on all ranges and each step of the best way.
I’m sorry if this may increasingly sound superficial, however each time I take a look at you, the fantastic thing about your physicality makes me fall in love anew yet again. If I had been born as a girl, I might be you. That's how a lot I imagine within the compatibility of our love.
Our hearts have develop into so intertwined that no matter accomplishments I make in life also needs to be attributed to you.
As lifting weights strengthens a bodybuilder, so is shopping for presents for you an train I interact in to strengthen our love.
You and I are even nearer than Adam was to his rib, and if I ever misplaced you, the ache can be extremely insufferable.
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ROMANTIC QUOTES FOR HIM
Earlier than we even met, I constructed my residence in anticipation of your arrival. Babe, thanks for being the irreplaceable love of my life.
My job owns my physique, and my schooling owns my thoughts, however my love for you owns my coronary heart.
I like no matter you want, even when I don’t prefer it. In different phrases, I really like you dearly and would do something to make you cheerful.
Romance was one thing that eluded me till I met you. Thanks for being the pioneer of the unchartered territories of my coronary heart.
The one honor that might be higher than having your hand in courtship is to finally have your hand in marriage.
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I at all times believed falling in love was for suckers, till I fell in love with you. Now my thoughts can't even conceptualize what life can be like if you weren't current.
Candy darling, when I'm with you it's like we're co-inhabitants within the dream land of euphoria.
I fantasized about falling in love my complete life, and now that it has lastly occurred with you it's a thousand instances extra superb than I anticipated.
If I based mostly love on cash, then I wouldn’t be with you. I really like you for what you possess inside, and I'm assured sooner or later whenever you do develop into extra established that you'll not disappoint me.
I can't predict the longer term, and I perceive issues don't at all times go as deliberate, however I might very very similar to so that you can sooner or later be the daddy of my youngsters.
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Don’t ever really feel insecure in my love as a result of regardless of what number of guys could woo me I've no intentions of ever leaving you.
Even when this relationship sooner or later dissolves I do know the love we really feel for one another by no means will. So allow us to do ourselves a favor and present one another the requisite compassion to maintain this bond alive and vibrant.
If there may be one factor you by no means must query in life it's my dedication to this relationship. I really like you very, very a lot, my candy babe.
I might quit half of my organs to be transplanted into your physique if such was required to maintain you alive. Such is the unimaginable depth of my love for you.
Being with you incites a sequence of reactions, a few of which you'll find in any honest love poem, and a few that I’m too ladylike to say.
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As a girl who prides herself on independence, falling in love was by no means actually a part of the plan, however there isn't any one on earth I might relatively entrust my coronary heart to than you.
There is no such thing as a sensation extra nice to my physique than your contact. Neither is there any pleasure extra fantastic than the enjoyment your love brings into my coronary heart.
My coronary heart and whole being rejoices every single day since you’re my man. I really like you a lot.
There is no such thing as a co-pilot I might relatively have venturing into the unknown areas of affection than the person that's presently by my aspect.
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I'm misplaced in love, with the beating of your coronary heart being the one beacon I would like to steer me in the proper path.
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PLVAA P6- i’ll always be a wolf at your door waiting for dinner
Wow we’re gonna cross-examine four witnesses at once because “it’s quicker” this is probably how i’d run trials too, tbh
Espella has a lantern calling that it was rigged by someone else to set those dudes on fire somehow
Apparently wolves can just steal your stuff in the woods Espella was hanging out in. Nick’s all “remind me never to go in them” yeah u wouldn’t wanna become a Little Blue Riding Nick
Maya says Phoenix has been upgraded from “normal run of the mill baker” to “somewhat articulate run of the mill baker”.Good 4 u Nick. I’d say “forceful and quick thinking” is a better descriptor than “articulate” tho.
ALL NICK HAS TO DO IS SHOUT “OBJECTION” and he feels all is right in the world again.  THE ROOM SPINS AROUND HIM DRAMATICALLY. “I-I...what is this feelings...I felt the urge to shout out...from the bottom of my lungs...whole pointing my finger! I feel like...I’ve said this word so many times...now i remember everything!” 
This is the level Nick loves saying “objection” to. if only regaining his memories in the second game had been this easy.
Phoenix just cannot believe magic exists. PHOENIX MAYA CAN SUMMON THE DEAD, THIS SHOULDN’T REALLY BE MUCH A STRETCH FOR YOU. Now Layton’s comes in to save the day and gives Nick the “grand grimoire”, this huge book of magic.
The inquisitor presents the sceptre and says only witches can use it to cast spells
Maya: Aw, that’s too bad! I wanted to try lighting some stuff on fire!
Nick:...Please don’t look at ME when you say that.
Oh Maya, you’re irrepressible. 
Phoenix’s despair pose got PRETTY DRAMATIC in this game
ugh are Luke and Layton replacing Maya and our assistant counsel NO. GO AWAY, BOTH OF YOU.  Well, she does still chime in sometimes at least. But we’re getting LESS Maya time still, and I’m unhappy about this.
Layton is immediately super amazing and even better than Phoenix at being a lawyer, in addition to being a perfect puzzlemaster, whereas Phoenix wasn’t unrealistically great at puzzles right off the bat or anything. Yeah, Layton really is Overly Perfect Phoenix, and it’s kinda annoying. I’M TEAM PHOENIX. I PREFER MY FAVES TO HAVE FLAWS AND STRUGGLE REALISTICALLY. 
Looks like the trial is about the end, but then SOME GUY (this is literally his textbox label. “SOME GUY”) interrupts and demands to testify. Now he’s joined our witness squad. THIS TRIAL IS FAR FROM OVER!
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Her visits are more frequent, now-- every weekend, without fail, he sits across the table from her, divided by plastic, and her voice floats across the line to him, delivered through a cheap, plastic phone. Her words are never tinny, never hard to understand, even when they should be. Every weekend he sits there and listens to the chirpy medium recount her days.
She never asks if he has any other visitors, and for that, he's glad-- he does of course, but they exist outside of this time. They exist in the real world, whereas here, with her, there is only them. Reality has no right to intrude, in that tiny room.
It's a little easier to face her each time, he finds-- everything is getting a little easier now, if he stops to think about it. But he doesn't think this is because it's getting any *better*, so much as there's a tiny piece of him that dies every time he has to look at her face, and that's a fair enough trade.
He finds himself waiting for her, in the end-- sucking down terrible coffee and keeping up the easy banter with the other creatures locked in with him, one eye always on the clock and his head beating an uneasy rhythm. He is a good prisoner, doesn't cause trouble and has a knack for keeping out of it. There are rumours that he might even get out early, if he keeps it up.
The thought brings him a surprising lack of joy; he can't imagine existing outside of this, outside of the routine he's been reduced to. The days are like walking through mud, like fighting through tar, and every morning, he wakes up just a little less than the day before.
And then, Maya arrives, and he listens to her talk.
Until the day when she doesn't *want* to talk-- she wants to listen to him, instead, and Godot has nothing to say.
"There's nothing interesting to hear," he argued, amused, and takes a sip of the sludge in his cup. It's tepid and sour, not harsh and bitter but watered down and inferior. His stomach churned at the blasphemy, and he swallowed again just to teach it a lesson.
"Well, nothing much happened to *me*, either." Maya stared at the ceiling, tapping her lip thoughtfully. "I mean, we went to visit my mother's grave, because Nick *still* hasn't got a case, and--"
The silence crashed down, heavy and thick, and Godot said nothing. His hand clenched around the phone but she had already heard the slip, her eyes widening.
"I didn't *mean* to say that," she admitted, voice wavering slightly, not looking away from the spot on the ceiling. It's the unspoken rule, and they both know it:
They don't talk about the thing that didn't happen.
"I didn't *mean* anything," she stammered, when he still remained silent. "I just--"
But she does-- deep down she *does* mean something, and he knows that because they never *acknowledge* it. He's in prison for murdering her mother, and the girl has never looked at him with anything but pain and helpless understanding.
"It's fine," he forced out, the phone threatening to crack in his grip, but she doesn't buy the lie for a moment.
"It is *not*!" Maya glared, but there were tears shining in her eyes. "I'm *sorry*!"
"So am I," he agreed, casually, as if they're discussing the weather, and the admission steals both their breath away.
"I--" She fumbles for a response, bewildered, and her eyes drop to the table as she frowns. "I don't blame you."
"It's okay to hate me," he reminded her, but someone else was speaking-- the conversation existed outside of his world of tar and mud and sleep-fogged thoughts. There was a distant flicker, a pang of discomfort, and he tried to step away from it.
"You *saved* me," Maya told him, softly, and she was so *conflicted*. "You had no choice, she--"
"It was the wrong choice," he countered firmly, and not for the first time, was glad she couldn't see behind the mask.
The girl stared.
"It's okay," he repeated.
She stared longer, and slowly-- reluctantly-- nodded.
"I know," Maya admitted, her voice soft enough he could barely hear the words. "But I *can't*."
Is that why she come every week, he wonders? To prove to herself everything was okay? To *try*?
"You should," Godot told her, and for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel like someone else was speaking.
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chapter one (”welcome to no pants island”)
A/N: I'm on Instagram where I post my darling cartoons—my Joey and Anthrax ones are crazy hot right now, so come check me out! badmotorartist 💜😘
If I post fic updates, they'll be in Stories because... y'know. Rule of fandom and whatnot ;) xoxo
*upstate new york accent* previously on now it's dark:
a whole lotta girls, namely marcia and gwendolyn, who want joey, but there's lupe
dominique probably has his eye but then there's lupe
seattle is a thousand years ahead of everyone
death is cryptic and ghosts are real
joey is always hungry, randy, pensive, or some combination of the three
lars is in new york because his marriage is on the rocks because he's obsessed with finding out what happened to maya, about as much as joey
oh, and the big one: maya and brick may or not may not be suffering from the same thing and joey vowed to find out even if it kills him
November 18, 1988. Oswego, New York.
“God, it's dark in here.” The second floor of Black Orchid has no lights switched on, and yet it feels quite warm in here. But I'm trusting her on where she's taking me.
It's been almost two weeks since I last saw Lupe at Black Orchid, and even after then I managed to see her around town. It had always been a fleeting glimpse on my part but she was always within my presence. I know she's only a stripper and I'm not looking for anything given I'm trying to take care of myself, but she does it better than Gwendolyn. I don't know, I think it's the fact she's always been so dialed back towards me whereas Gwen's always wanted to behold her pussy to me on a silver platter. Lupe has that lovely black hair that reminds me of my own, that little face with the big brown eyes which also remind me of my own, and she's got that little laugh that sounds like two wine glasses clinking together. She reminds me of myself, and those big hoop earrings hanging off of her ears and all of her jewelry only add to it.
I have met up with her at Black Orchid on this particular evening, the week after Veteran's Day and the weekend before Thanksgiving. I've always been kind of reticent on the topic of Thanksgiving because of the whole thing with the Indians and whatnot, then again I've always been rather standoffish on the topic of my heritage but it's times like this the almost three centuries worth of agony creeps up inside of me. I go to the supermarket and I see all of those turkeys on display and I can't help but feel with those birds. I return home and I can't help but think of Brick back at the House of Grey. Even if Thanksgiving wasn't such a weird subject for me, I'm not really in the mood to consider anything for the next week aside from traveling down to Camillus to visit my parents and then over to Buffalo to my aunt and uncle's house.
I'm not really in the mood to think about Maya too much, either.
The one thing I'll say about her is I hope with all sincerity that she's alright back in Seattle and that she transformed away from that dragon monster thing. I mean it when I say I'll figure out what's up with her and Brick even if it kills me. I've got nothing else going on, anyway.
Well, that's not quite right.
The past week, I've managed to sit down on the couch in my apartment with that pad of paper I nicked from Kim's apartment and scribble down some thoughts.
I didn't hold anything back. I just unleashed everything onto paper with nothing more than a pen.
I managed to write something that resembled somewhat to lyrics. I don't know if they are—usually when I think of lyrics, I think of poetry. I think of Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan, and I think of James Hetfield and of course Scott. I'm a far cry from a lyricist. But at one point, I had filled out the notepad with words, all pages front and back with lyrics, all of them for songs. Should I give these to someone like what Anthrax did for me? 
No. These are my own. These are from the inside of me. These are my thoughts, my heart, my soul, my body, my sexuality, every single thing that I’m feeling, everything that says Joey Belladonna written down in prose form.
These are Joey Belladonna by himself songs. This is me. This is every inch of me written down. I need to bring them to life. I counted thirty-three here so I’m good for an album or two, or maybe more in fact; the other good part of this is I can probably play drums again.
But I have said plenty for now. I am with Lupe for the evening. She’s taking me to the second floor of the strip joint for some time alone together. I took the bus over here from my place and passed the gutter where I had found Maya, only to find a massive heap of snow there. I had a fleeting thought upon walking by that Death had left that pile of snow there as a reminder. But it didn’t last very long so I couldn’t fully analyze it. I came to the front step of Black Orchid and was greeted by Lupe herself before I even knocked on the door panel. It was as if she knew I was coming.
She’s wearing those big hoop earrings that I like, as well as a little bright blue low cut blouse that hugs her body and rides up her waist with every step towards the stage there beneath the loft; add to this she’s got on those low riding jeans that are little bit baggy so she’s showing me a bit of flesh between her waist and the top of her crotch, and she’s wearing the right amount of spicy perfume.
I feel her hand resting upon my arm, and then I hear a tapping on the top of the table in front of me. I grope around for the edge of the chair: once I find it, I tug it back in order to take a seat. I nestle down in the chair with the lapels of my leather jacket pulled up to my face.
“Are you cold?” she asks me, which surprises me given I can’t see anything here. Maybe she can hear my jacket rustling.
“I got a little chill,” I admit to her.
“I’m gonna make it warm up in here,” she vows, touching the tip of my nose with two fingers. I hear her step away from me in those three inch come-fuck-me stilettos towards the stage. There’s a pause.
Then the lights surrounding the stage flick on and bathe the stage and the pole in rich golden light. Lupe steps onto the stage, still in the blouse and the stilettos, but she took off her jeans and is showing off royal blue fishnets over black silk panties and a black leather belt embedded with silver stones around her waist. She had slipped on black leather gloves extending to her elbows, and I see she has a smudge of body glitter under her belly button. She gives her black hair a toss back to where most of it is over her shoulder, and then she flashes me a seductive look.
I raise my eyebrows at her cocking her hip out at me. I feel my own cock raising his head at the sight of her.
“Come on, big boy—” she tells me in a husky voice. She grips onto the pole and shows me her tongue. I watch her sashay, stick out her ass and sway her hips, show me her belly button and the inside of her thighs and the crotch of her panties. I can tell she shaved.
The fishnets barely contain her olive skin while the shirt just keeps riding further up her body until it’s underneath her tits. It takes me a minute to realize the fishnets have little twinkling neon lights embedded in the threads.
That’s when she strips off the blouse to show me her little black lace bra with a pair of cups with those frilly designs just covering up her nipples. She’s got glitter sprinkled in between her breasts.
“So what do you think, sugar baby?” she asks me, touching the spot on her breast that’s the site of her nipple.
“Yeah, baby doll,” I confess as the waist of my jeans are tightening. “Yeah!”
She parades down the stage and towards me. She rests one knee atop my thigh and leans in closer to my face. Her fingers comb through my hair on the side of my head to keep it out of my face. She leans in closer to my neck as if she’s about to kiss me but she hesitates right before my jawline.
“I’ll give ya a little spankin’ while I’m at it, big boy,” she breathes into my ear.
“Not if I do it to ya first,” I retort in a hushed voice. She has her chest right in front of my face: I’m about two inches from her nipple and the one thing separating me from it is that little bit of lace. She smells so good it’s driving me insane.
She pushes up against me but then she pulls back real quick. She opens my jacket so my chest is exposed.
“You gonna--” I choke out, feeling my heart pound in my chest. “You gonna--?”
She runs her fingers down my chest and I writhe in the chair underneath her. I try to relax but she’s going all the way down to my waist. She presses her tits up against my chest. My jeans are so tight.
She rolls over onto me and before she can take a seat on me, I raise my hand and give her a little slap. She gasps at that and sits down on my lap. She grinds her hips right over the crotch of my jeans. I’m getting hard.
“My pants are so tight,” I plead to her with a gasp.
“Welcome to no pants island, baby boy,” she whispers to me. “I’m about ready to come--” Meanwhile, I’m breathing heavier with every grind. Then she shakes her ass right over my lap. I’m about to totally lose it now.
She turns over again and this time slides down my legs to unbutton my jeans. She tugs down my underwear and takes out my dick. She puts her lips around the head and blows me. I tilt my head back over the top of the chair as she’s going deep. I’m all the way inside of her mouth and then she moves out again. Lupe’s sucking on me so hard and so deep that I come inside of her. She swallows.
Well, shit.
Lupe takes her mouth off of me and from the afterglow of the stage lights, I can see the glimmer in her eyes. She wants it. She wants it from me.
“You wanna--” My voice breaks. “You wanna head upstairs and--?”
“Please,” she pleads to me.
“Okay, let me just--” I gaze into her face. She wants it so bad, and so do I. “Eh, fuck it, let’s just go upstairs and do it. I’m gonna take my pants off anyways.”
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The Great Ace Attorney Replay: Continued Thoughts on Mia, Nick and Godot
Another thing that occurred to me during the replay is how utterly Godot FAILS at being Mia’s “avenger” whereas Mia like. successfully avenged his poisoning within a year no problem. And Godot would have been unable to do that if it had been Mia who had been poisoned. Imagine him in the same position.
One scenario is Godot would have, in his rage, tried to go after Dahlia himself and been murdered by her.
But imagine if it had been him trying to nail Dahlia for the thing with Phoenix . He would not have been able to win that trial for Mia precisely because he would have had zero patience with or trust in Phoenix. Like can you imagine hypermasculine Godot putting up with a boy who cries every five seconds. Older Phoenix already isn’t “manly” enough for Godot, younger Phoenix would absolutely drive him up a wall. He’d berate and scare Phoenix off within two seconds and the case would be over. 
Mia has a hard time being patient with being Phoenix too, but she was able to trust him and establish a bond with him and because of that he trusted her in return and that’s why they were able to win. Godot could not have bonded with Phoenix or won his trust, even with avenging Mia on the line. Godot’s intolerance would have lost them the case. In fact, we don’t see much indication Godot values trust in his clients the way Mia does. The stuff about believing in your client all came from her, he was mostly just like “lol ok” whenever she bought it up.
So Mia was able to successfully avenge Godot because of her willingness to reach out to her clients, her tolerance of her client not being the stereotypical epitome of masculinity and the fact she didn’t feel the need to make some big macho spectacle in order to corner Dahlia. She also didn’t act like Godot being poisoned was a personal failing on her or anyone but Dahlia’s part. Her goal was not simply to avenge Godot, but the save Phoenix and prevent Dahlia from hurting more people. She actually CARED about Dahlia’s victims besides the one she was involved with. 
Meanwhile, Godot comes back, and Mia has already been avenged. Phoenix, Maya and MIA HERSELF successfully put Mia’s murderer away. And Phoenix did this the same way Mia did with Dahlia- believing in his client (Maya), relying on Mia’s guidance, not making her death about HIM or getting carried away in anger, but focusing on cornering the culprit. Phoenix’s first thought on Mia’s death was not “I have to avenge her to prove I’m a man” but “I have to help her little sister, she’s all alone and I know Mia would want me to” and THAT’S what saved the day. Actually caring about what Mia would want and the living people who were in trouble.
So when Godot comes back there’s nothing for him to do. But he HAS to avenge her for his own ego so he fucking decides to torment the person who is ACTUALLY DOING THE THINGS Mia actually WANTS someone to do to honor her passing- continuing her work, providing emotional support for her little sister in her passing- he willingly puts her sister in danger (RATHER THAN FUCKING TELLING HER WHAT WAS GOING ON, OR PREVENTING THE PLAN FROM BEING COMMUNICATED SO NONE OF IT COULD HAPPEN) so he can “save” her, gets her mother killed and forces her sister to witness it and was willing to let an innocent get condemned for murder. So instead of avenging Mia, he ends up killing her family, putting her sister through severe trauma and berating and utterly wasting the time of the person who actually helped Mia the way she wanted him to. 
I don’t know how much of it is purposeful- I think at least some of it was because the game does contrast Phoenix and Godot at the end and Godot acknowledges he did all this for himself and would have been better off being like Phoenix and continuing Mia’s work. I think we’re not supposed to find Godot as UTTERLY CONTEMPTIBLE as I do, and I can’t fathom that. But Godot’s storyline in Ace Attorney, contrasted with Mia and Phoenix in similar situations, is one of the starkest examples of how utterly pointless, stupid and harmful traditional masculine revenge stories are and how they ultimately have nothing to do with honoring the deceased or protecting living people. And also a very stark demonstration of how rejecting anything that’s “not manly enough” or “too emotional” can be your undoing. 
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