under pressure

stand (up) and deliver

Brenda and Bree heard the doorbell ring, making them both get up to get it. Donna and Kelly stood there, smiles on their faces. Brenda's confused as to why they didn't just honk when they were there. Kelly says that they wanted to congratulate Brandon. He was nominated for class vice president and everyone was ecstatic, bombarding him in the halls to talk about it. Even David and Scott were interested.

"What great news! Y'know, we've always felt bad about moving here and screwing up your plans to run back home." Cindy says, rubbing his back as the girls walk into the kitchen.

"Do you think you can handle it?" Jim asks, and before Brandon could answer, Donna answers for him.

"Oh definitely. The other guy's a nobody too," She says as she and Kelly walk up to Brandon. The parents greet them, and they greet them back, before paying their attention to Brandon. "I mean, no offence." Donna says, running her hand up his arm. Kelly goes to his other side, fixing her hair.

"I've never been friends with a candidate before." The blonde tells him.

"Friends with a candidate's sisters." Bree specifies, but she ignores her.

"Right, I've never even voted."

"Well, you've gotta get involved, Kel. It's important to try and change things." He tells her, oblivious to the fact that they were flirting with him. They look at the sisters, who immediately say that they have to go change, running up the stairs.

—

"Hi, for any newcomers, my name is Sky," The four girls walked into a building. It was kind of like one of those places were you could go up on a stage, do stand up comedy, read poetry, or do anything. They all looked around, a bit sketched out. "Welcome to the coffeehouse that doesn't take itself seriously. We've got a little bit of everything here; comedy, poetry, personal confession."

"Talk about not belonging." Brenda says, making them laugh.

"I believe we have just walked onto the set of Beetlejuice." Bree says, shivering as she was in there. She wore a spaghetti-strapped beige dress, not thinking it would be chilly. She was wrong.

"Oh come on, guys. This is the hot new place." Kelly says, taking Bree and Donna's hands, Brenda following close behind.

"Basically, our motto was if you'll sit through it, we'll do just about anything up here. Anyway, like I said, my name is Sky. It really is, my parents named me that. And it gets worse, my middle name is Blue Yonder," The crowd laughs at the host's words, while the four girls find seats close enough to see the stage. "You see, my dad was in the Air Force. My mother was a pothead. I guess that makes me an airhead, huh? Y'know something though? Being a GI brat was great training for being up here because in both instances, I had to learn how to make people like me fast. The most gruelling part of my basic training was switching high schools in the middle of the year. I would pray to God that I wouldn't end up a POW. Permanently Outcast Wuss. Well, I figured it out. In order to survive the high school trenches, I had to devise a battle plan, which I did. My strategy was swift and comprehensive. First point of attack, don't join any cliques, join every clique." Brenda lets out a cackle, telling the girls how true that is. Bree nodded, looking at Donna and Kelly, who had serious looks on their faces.

"It's not that funny." Kelly says, looking confused.

—

"So, that's my life story, soon to be a minor motion picture. Thank you very much, boys and girls and please be kind to your waitress." Sky finishes, getting up from her spot on the stage. Everyone applauds as she walks off the stage. Brenda tries to get her attention and she smiles, going up to the four girls.