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PHOEBE HADN'T MEANT to shut everyone out the rest of the summer. Honestly, she didn't. She just focused on her music. She even debated not going to the premiere of Frozen: The Musical: The Documentary (long name, she was aware) so she could keep working on her music. However, she decided to go since she would be leaving for California again the next week anyways. A producer had reached out to her, asking to work together, and she accepted.
Nini's moms were going to let her stay with them for as long as she needed to. Phoebe was beyond grateful for them, otherwise she probably would have declined the offer.
Camera's flashed, taking her picture as she walked down the red carpet. It was intimidating if she was being honest. There should be a guide to walking the red carpet or something because she had noidea what was happening. She wore an off the shoulder long sleeved short black dress and she hadn't done anything with her hair.
After answering questions and taking a group photo, Corbin lead them inside. "Hey, guys. We're going to keep this super casual, okay? Before we welcome all the audience in for the premiere, we're gonna show you the first full length trailer for your reactions. Just be you."
"Where's Channing?" Carlos asked.
"Channing edited the doc, but we're no longer working together," Corbin told them. "Okay, here we go. Just your honest reactions. And for the record, I haven't even seen this."
"Whoo!" Ashlyn cheered.
"Let's go," Ricky clapped.
Corbin turned the TV on. "There we go. Okay."
Phoebe and Ricky shared an excited look. "Summer," Corbin narrated. "Time to kick back, relax, and have fun. Right? But when you take the first ever student production of Frozen and add a bunch of drama kids to the mix, sparksfly."
"Gina is my sister," the Kourtney on the TV said. "I mean, you know Gina." It showed Gina the day they faked all the drama sitting on the porch. "Gina, Gina, Gina."
"Snake," Clara shrugged on screen. "It's simple. No other words."
"Whoah," Clara looked at the girl. "That wasn't about you. It was about Hans."
