The Way We Were

The Way We Hang Out

Marcy approached Tina after choir practice. "Hi, Tina."

"H-hi, Marcy." Tina gathered her things together.

"What are you doing this Saturday?"

Tina blinked. "Uh... n-nothing, I th-think."

"We should hang out."

Tina's eyes widened. "You want to ha-hang out w-with me?"

"Sure. Everyone's paired up in here. Kind of. Mercy and Q. Santana and Brittany. Puck and Finn. Mikey and Matt. Plus we're the same age. We should totally be friends. I don't have a glee friend (except for Artie but he doesn't count)."

Tina blinked owlishly. "I c-can't believe you want to be my friend. Even if it is only in g-glee."

"We don't have to restrain it to just glee."

"But you're a c-cheerleader. Your rep is already b-back on t-top. You have cheerleader friends. I'm not a c-cheerleader."

"You could be. A guy just auditioned the other day. I know Kurt's going to audition. Mercy talked him into it."

"I d-don't think-"

"Here. Ask your mom to drop you off at this address Saturday at nine." Marcy gave her a slip of paper. "We'll talk it over there."

Tina took the paper from her and watched her walk away.

Artie wheeled over. "What's up? What'd she want?"

Tina was still in shock. "T-to hang out."

W.W.W.

Tina shut the door to her mother's car and looked up at the big building in the middle of the block. It was a sleek, white building with lots of windows and steel.

She went to the door and opened it. Spotting an elevator, she went to it and punched up. She got on the lift and rode to the fifth floor.

When the doors opened, she gasped. It was a large airy loft. It was a beautiful nearly empty space that had sparse decor.

The room had tables and chairs set up for performers, fans, racks of clothes, camera equipment, men and women and lots and lots of balloons.

Tina walked in slowly and looked all around, trying to take in everything.

"Tina!"

Tina snapped her gaze in front of her and saw Marcy at a table in a chair with her feet on the tabletop. She was waving her over.

Tina hurried over. "H-hi. This is..."

"A commercial." Marcy supplied.

"A c-commercial?! F-for what?!"

"Hair dye." Marcy turned back to the lighted mirror on her table.

"You do c-commercials?"

"Yep. Commercials, movies, ads."

"You've b-been in a-a movie?!"

"Yes. I was in one just two years ago."

"Do you l-like it?"

"I love it. Acting is really fun."

"S-so you w-want to be an actress?"

"I want to be a dancer. My cousin, Karou wants to be an actress." Marcy shook her head. "But it makes us money. Anyway, Tina, meet my oldest sister, Laura and my younger sister, Maddie. Guys, this is Tina."

Maddie waved from her high chair and kicked her feet. "Hi!"

"Hello." Laura smiled.

"H-hi." Tina nodded.