8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Not a Chance

Song: I Won't Say I'm in Love from Disney's Hercules.

A/N: Hi everyone! I'm trying to post daily to make sure I don't fall back into a slump. Also I got a bit lazy with Jaime's performance so just use your imagination. Anyways enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

The light from the sunrise peaked through the window of the guest room.

I sat up and rubbed the side of my face. It can't be morning already.

It's my own fault really. I stayed up late to finish that song and then ended up writing two more and finishing my book. Hopefully Medda has another one I can borrow. I've been wanting to read Great Expectations. I'll have to check out her library.

I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up before meeting Medda for breakfast.

Medda lived in an apartment above the theater. It was really more of a penthouse. It was three bedrooms; her room, the guest room, and her library. She and my mom loved reading, guess that's where I get it from. She also had a kitchen, a small dining room and a living room.

Every room had a great view of the city. Jack always finds a way to sneak up here time to time to sketch.

I stopped by the guest room and the library to pick up the songs I had written and returned my book to her library shelf. I saw Great Expectations on her shelf. I'll have to ask her if I can borrow it.

I joined Medda in the small dining room and set the songs I had written down on the table.

I handed each one to her, one by one.

"This is the one I had to write lyrics for, I was thinking about possibly using this for the rally," I said. "Or there's this one with a folksy sound that we could also use. Then this one I'm unsure what to do with. I just wrote it for fun."

She looked through the songs before setting them down and smiling at me.

She handed me the first two songs.

"This one could be used for our duet," she replied, handing me the first one before picking up the second one. "And this one you could sing to open up the rally."

I looked at her in shock.

"I thought you were joking about me doing a song at the rally."

"You'll do great. Besides, you can use this one for practice before performing a front of an audience you actually care about," she said, handing me the love song I wrote for fun.

"Fine," I groaned, agreeing with her decision.

I should've just slept on the street.

Timeskip: A few hours later

I was in the bathroom, getting ready to perform at Medda's and, of course, the rally.

Medda had loaned me one of my mom's old dresses. It was really pretty and not too puffy.

I did my hair in a half up style, half down style. I put on some makeup before heading out of the bathroom. Medda had taught me some everyday and stage makeup tricks. I wasn't too bad at it at least.

I walked into bunkhouse. Some of the boys were ready. Most of them, however, were still getting ready. And they say I take forever.