Secret Singing Superstar

Forty-seven ~ ♫♪♫

"Whoa," said Caitlin, staring at the vast land that was Cailyn's temporary new home through the window of her car. Her mother was driving. (Play the music now, it lasts for an hour so it'll be on the whole time)

 The grass stretched on and on, and further in the distance, was a tiny brick cottage (in comparison to the paddock), which was her house. She caught sight of two ponies - Scarlett Belle and Angel Dust, she remembered - grazing in the paddock. 

It was a shame that Cailyn had crappy internet at her new home, so she couldn't text them as much as she wanted to (because internet was slow and lagged so many times). Despite the fact that she was alone, Caitlin was a little jealous because the countryside was so free...except that if she moved there, she wouldn't be able to play her games on her computer or read manga (Claudia had kinda dragged her into reading them during Italian), so she was more content living in the city, within civilized areas.

She was happy that Cailyn was at least coping well with her new surroundings. She was always happy whenever Caitlin talked to her online. 

She, Leanne and Anna were coming to Cailyn's farmhouse a day early because they were going to sleepover there - and also, they were going to make brownies. Cailyn also mentioned (on the phone) that if they had time, she would teach them how to ride a horse. She'd had plenty of practice from the last few times she had gone to the countryside and ever since she'd moved. She was still pretty grumpy and upset that she was going to miss out on about three weeks of school (her dad had confirmed it), but the horses helped lift her mood. 

When Caitlin's mother had seen Leanne and Cailyn sing at the national singing competition last week, she had immediately asked Caitlin if she still wanted to do singing lessons. Caitlin had immediately said no. Usually, when she made brash statements like I'm going to do singing lessons next term, she hardly ever fulfilled them. She sucked at commitments that she wasn't really into (tennis and Osu were different. She enjoyed them).

Speaking of singing, Leanne had been totally shell-shocked by the end of the night. Claire had tried to get some sense into her, but it didn't really work. The conversation had gone something like this:

Caitlin: "Leanne, are you okay?"

Leanne: "Yeah."

Claire: "She's obviously not! Leanne, wake up!"

Leanne: "What?"

Claire: "Are you in shock or something?"

Leanne: "No."

Claire: "Yeah, totally."

Leanne: "No."

Claire: "Wait, what?"

Leanne: "Okay." 

Caitlin: "I don't think she's really paying attention..."

Claire: "Leanne, your hair is on fire."

Leanne: "Cool." 

Claire: "Okay, she's not paying attention." 

Caitlin - and Claire - had been pretty worried about her afterwards, but she had been back to perky self by the next morning, which had made them relieved. Caitlin was still wary about her though, and it wasn't just her. Claire had been a little off as well. She tried her best to hide it, but Caitlin knew something was bothering her. She wondered if she should ask, or if Leanne had noticed either. 

Either way, she decided she would ask another time, not now. Not when they were spending their last holiday time with Cailyn. She didn't want to make a mess of this, she just wanted to enjoy it. Save the drama until later...if there even was any drama.