Chapter 24 ~ Royals

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Ryley stands on the wings in the London theatre, waiting to audition. Blaine and Rachel are with her, nervous like her. Rachel is doing a duet with Ryley while Blaine is just singing a solo.

"Ryley Bridges." A voice says from behind Ryley.

Ryley turns around and sees her ex, Casey standing there. Ryley sort of smiles, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm auditioning for Tony. I did a couple of little Broadway gigs in the last couple of months and they producer called for me." Casey says.

"Well, good luck." Ryley says.

"Ryley Bridges and Rachel Hudson." The producer says, calling for them to audition.

Ryley and Rachel walk out to perform.

"Why are you two auditioning together? You are competing for the same role." The producer says.

"We know but we want to perform a duet together." Rachel says.

"Break a leg." The producer says.

The band start to play on Ryley's cue.

[Ryley:]

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh

I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies

And I'm not proud of my address, in the torn up town

No post code envy

[Ryley & Rachel:]

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom

Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,

We don't care, we're driving cadillacs in our dreams.

But everybody's like cristal, maybach, diamonds on your time piece.

Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.

We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals..

It don't run in our blood,

that kind of lux just ain't for us.

We crave a different kind of buzz.

Let me be your ruler, you can call me queen B

And baby I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule.

[Ryley:]

Let me live that fantasy.

[Rachel:]

My friends and I we've cracked the code.

We count our dollars on the train to the party.

And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this,

we didn't come from money.

[Ryley & Rachel:]

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom.

Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,

We don't care, we're driving cadillacs in our dreams.

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