Pink Lady

Chapter 7

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Pink Lady
Chapter SEVEN: Go Rydell!
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Set
9:15 PM

Who doesn't like an old fashion pep rally? There's great entertainment. Awesome food. A great display of school pride. And there's always a chance to check out the team of football players the studio hired from a nearby school. Great fun huh?

Well I can't stand it at all, not in this freezing cold weather. There was a roaring fire that everybody wanted to get near but for safety purposes nobody was allowed within a fifteen feet radius. So that source of warmth was ruled out. Jennie and I hugged each other to exchange body heat as the crowd yelled and cheered because Steven told them to do so.

"Ah, I can't feel my feet!" I complained.

Jennie giggled and rubbed her hands together, "Do you think they're going to digitally remove all the icicles that are forming on us?"

A joke is a great way to make me laugh, and also to lose energy. I glared at Jennie.

"Sorry." She muttered.

We waited, lost in the sea of people. Some other actors, that I haven't talk to much, began their lines at the podium. Our principal introduced the cheerleaders. A roar raged from the swarm of students welcoming the cheerleaders as they ran out.

"Oh look it's Emma!" I pointed out.

Emma bounced onto the small platform with her troop. They shook their over size pompons and jumped, bringing their best pep to their small performance. Emma awkwardly tried to jump around as well. I laughed. She might be gifted in dancing and singing but cheerleading? Not so much.

"She looks adorable!" Jennie awed, "and scared too."

I shivered. At least she was wearing a sweater with a big R in the middle of it. I bet that sweater is warm and comfy.

"WHO'S THE BEST?" They cheered. Without thinking the whole crowd responded.

"RYDELL!"

"GIVE THEM HELL, RYDELL!"

We erupted into a screams as the football team ran past us. Poor guys. Some of them were very uncomfortable in front of the camera. Jennie squealed. She found some of the guys very very cute.

I won't deny. The very last guy who ran past us had those extremely good American looks. He turned to look at us and winked.

Jennie grip on me tightened, "He was soooo-"

"I know. Cute." I sighed.

"CUT! Alright can I have our Pink Ladies and The Bird's come over here?" Steven yelled through a megaphone. He stood on top the of platform waving his arms around. The crowd around us quickly began murmuring. As Jennie and I weaved through them I could hear a glimpse of what they were talking about.

"I can't believe we're gonna see Nate, Cynthia!"

"I heard that Rizzo girl is with Nate."

"Nate's coming out? No WAY!"

"What a whore, who is she again?"

"Caitlyn Gellar? Who's that?"

I'm glad to know that I'm so well liked by Nate fans. I gritted my teeth as I heard harsher comments. When we finally reach the platform I was relieved to be out of that negative pit of gossip. Nate came along casually and flung his arm around my shoulder. It sent a wave of chatter through the throng of extras. I pinched Nate's side. He winced and rubbed his side.