"Okay, people, let's do this!" Ricky cheered as he walked on to the stage, dressed in character with the added bonus of a floppy wig to accentuate the 2000s Zac Efron look.
"Oh, my God! Ricky," Nini laughed, covering her mouth to prevent more from coming out.
"What?" Ricky flipped his hair as he questioned what people were laughing at.
"I can't. There's-There's so much to talk about."
"Wait, what's funny?" Ricky looked over to Alice, who was helping Big Red with the camera, "Yo, Ally. How do I look?"
She glanced up, just for a moment, before going back to the camera, "Fine."
***
"Fine? Fine?!," Ricky exclaimed to the camera," I haven't talked to her all weekend and all I get is 'fine'. I don't get what happened. Everything was good when I left the dance. I dropped Gina off and then called her, like she asked, and she didn't answer. I called 17 times. I only stopped because Cora picked up to tell me that Ally hid her phone in the freezer... and to also to get her more ice cream."
***
"Good morning, Gina," Ricky emphasized the name, trying to get some reaction from the raven-haired girl, "Pretty good, right?"
"Troy, you look the best," Gina tried her best to bite back a smile.
"Thank you. I try."
"Okay, guys. We're gonna get one in for practice, okay? We're all gonna jump on the count of three. Ready? One, two, three." The crew jumped, but was interrupted by Kourtney running across the stage.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, y'all."
