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Intimidating. The first thought that came to Nini’s mind when she pushed the doors into Triple A. Not just the exterior walls, but her new peers- underclassmen- with the same level of talent and drive she has in pursuing the arts. A dozen underclassmen dance through the halls as they pass, which in turn startles Nini. Sure at East High her and her friends would burst out in song, but that was mostly a nuisance for those not involved in the musical productions. Adams feels different compared to East High for three key reasons:
One: It’s a performing arts school. Once she got offered the spot by Harper Burgess and Eric Matthews, after seeing her potential during a school production. Nini has done a deep dive search of Adams, researching the aforementioned school. And what she discovered is something in her dreams. It’s been dubbed the “pivotal stop” to make it in the competitive world of the entertainment industry. Acting, Dancing, Music, Visual Arts, you name it. Adams just pushes you one step forward to that goal. There’s more opportunities for Nini to pursue whatever she desires, something East High could’ve never provided.
Two: Her peers. The underclassmen she passes by have this sense of ambition and a cut-throat bite to them. They're like mini Ginas, Carlos, and Miss Jeans- but on stereos- and might actually break someone’s legs to fill the role. Some female underclassmen performers look like spoiled rich girls- glossy lips, long model perfect hair, lots of pink and their clothing emits superiority and power; in contrast to Nini’s casual dress and boots. These underclassmen eye her, whispering to each other, like she’s an anomaly- out of place.
Which leads to the last point. Three: Out of her element. She had to move across the country- from Salt Lake to Manhattan- leaving her moms, friends behind. She couldn’t stop thinking about her loved ones. She couldn't stop thinking about East High.
She couldn’t stop thinking about her and Ricky.
Her brain started creating doubts, as she continued to glance at Triple A’s talents- divas, dancers, triple threats, and techies. Divas touching up their makeup and going over vocal prep. Dancers moving across the halls like they're in their own music videos. And techies, dawning the all black. Sure they were underclassmen, a grade or 2 younger than her, but they were still intimidating.
These are just underclassmen, what about the seniors? Especially her class, the well-known and savvy Adams Senior A Class. She brushes off her worries, long enough to make her way through Triple A’s atrium.
Managing to escape the hectic halls of Adams, for now, Nini enters the Administration office to start her journey. She gives a quick and warm greeting to the secretary, the latter giving her a strange look- she’s not an usual guest.
It’s now or never. No turning back! Nini thought, taking a deep breath in and out, walking towards Principal Jackson Hunter’s door; her hand about to reach the doorknob.
She’s determined.
It’s her moment.
“This is bullshit!” A loud and raspy baritone coming from inside the Principal's office- a student- causes Nini to finch as the noise echoes throughout the room. “I would rather get shot in the foot! Or get eaten alive by rabies infested dogs!! I would rather listen to a Maya Hart’s performance-”
“Wow, you would go that low?” Another voice speaks, as Nini stands in front of the closed door. Clearly he’s much older than the boy, acting like an authority figure- even a parental one. But clearly he’s exhausted by this exaggerated rant one of the students is giving. “It’s not the end of the world, Lucas-” She could hear Lucas try to speak up before Principal Hunter interrupts, not giving him a chance. “-just one favor for God’s sake!”
Lucas begins to let out a dramatic sigh, Nini rolling her eyes- how is someone this melodramatic? “Couldn't you ask Riley? Or Dylan? Asher, even?! Choosing me has to be the dumbest decision ever. Also isn’t this like PTSD? I think seeing a new performer student would give me flashbacks to last spring? You know when a rich brat almost got my-”
“Okay, okay. Stop.” Principal Hunter responds, letting out a tiring sigh. “First of all, Miss Salazar- Roberts earned her spot unlikely...our other new student…”
“The rich brat who should not be named, yes!”
“And second of all, all you have to do is show her around Triple A, make sure she feels welcome. Riley has been helping with her adjustment, which has been stressful, so give a helping hand. It’s the least you could do after everything I’ve done last year.”
As she continues to eavesdrop, Lucas’ figure closer to her; starts to get up from his chair. “Fine, whatever.” He speaks, feeling like he got off his high horse, although still hesitant. “This is still a bad idea. Pointless even. I pray she doesn't do any diva wailing, or any melodramatic shit. Hoping she’ll be in the background, minding her business.”
“Just be nice.” Principal Hunter deadpans
The figure comes closer to the door, panic starting to flood Nini’s head as she tries to be nonchalant. “I’ll be praying to God this whole year to survive another performer entering our ranks.” He sarcastically adds, inches towards the door, Nini steps further as the door slowly opens. “Hopefully I make a good impression-”
For the first time, she was able to put a face to the voice of this ‘Lucas.’ And honestly it's what she expected. The boy standing in front of him was a couple of inches taller than her- 3 or 4 inches, maybe- probably 2 years older than her. He had a very muscular physique concealed by a dark blue hoodie over a black t-shirt. His hair- a bit messy but presentable- dirty blonde matches the unique shade of green in his eyes. And to complete his dark coloured ensemble, jeans and worn out black boots- the only colourful piece is the many brackets on his left wrist. Nini’s first impression of Lucas was he’s kinda cute- a very attractive guy- and it does match what she was picturing in her head:
A moody Jackass.
And this jackass realizes the new performer was listening to the whole conversation. The two look at each other, the awkward dead silence apparent. Lucas glances down and up at Nini, closing his eyes, filled with regret. Nini clears her throat, and begins to speak, adjusting her posture.
“Hi,” She nervously starts, looking at Jack- in the background, pinching the bridge of his nose, grabbing the school phone. From Principal Hunter's deprived expression, this isn't the first thing something like this has happened. “My name is Nina Salazar-Roberts, I’m here for my schedule.”
Jack holds up a finger- just a minute- before ending his call. “Miss Salazar-Roberts,” Jack stands up, signaling her to come into his office. Lucas moves out of the way, still shocked, so Nini can enter. “Principal Jackson Hunter, welcome to Triple A.” Jack offers Nini a welcoming handshake, making sure she gets a warm welcome after Lucas's harsh words.
Despite a rocky start, Nini gives a bright smile. “Thank you. Thank you,” She says, starting to fidget her nails, before looking up. “It’s such a pleasure to be here. It feels so unreal.”
“It does feel intimidating at first. From what Counselor Eric and Miss Burgess told me,” Jack adds, “from a lead role in ‘High School Musical’ to your passion for songwriting online. I’m sure our Senior A class would welcome a songwriter into their ranks.” Jack reaches for his file cabinet, searching for her last name, to retrieve Nini’s first semester schedule. He hands over the piece of paper to Nini, with the latter giving a small smile. The small optimism doesn’t last long though, a small scoff can be heard behind her. From the corner of her eye she can see Lucas, leaning on the door frame, she can’t tell whether or not he’s annoyed at her or just like this in general.
Again, moody jackass.
Although eye contact with Nini and the sharp glance of Principal Hunter, causes Lucas to clear his throat and adjust his posture against the doorframe- looking a bit more sheepish and embarrassed compared to being aloof.
“And I’m sure one of our senior lead technicians would be so kind to help with your adjustment period,” Jack eyed the aforementioned techie, who once more gave a dramatic sigh. “Make you feel welcome during your time at Triple A.”
In all fairness, Nini should've seen this coming. However it was enough for Lucas to be able to play the role of ‘tour guide’, he walks into the office greeting Nini- with all smiles- no handshake or any physical greeting whatsoever.
“Hello,” Lucas says, avoiding eye contact with Nini, trying to make it less uncomfortable. “Lucas James Friar, It’s my pleasure to be your... guide.” There’s a sense of dread in his voice, obviously not made for this role (like at all).
In all intents and purposes, she should've seen this coming. She literally heard them talk about her and Lucas’s obvious dismay. But she’s only met the surface of Lucas James Friar, maybe he isn’t like this all the time?
Hopefully.
Nini gives a thin smile, offering a handshake. “Pleased to meet you, hoping I don’t bore you with my diva wailing.”
She locks eyes with Lucas James, the latter giving a nervous laugh. But there’s more, his ears start turning red, eyes widen in shock, and is he sweating a bit? They release the handshake, looking away from each other to make it less awkward...this will be fun! It would be fun, if both of them start the tour...you know, the start of Nini Salazar-Roberts’ Triple A experience. Both of them aren’t leaving Jack’s office, Lucas taking several glances at Principal Jack- pleading him for aid.
Luckily for him, aid is arriving right about now.
“Nina?” A girl’s voice starts to come from outside the office, it sounds energanic and bright. She continues to call Nini’s name, until she enters Jack’s office.
Riley Matthews. Her new roommate and until this day she has only heard good things about her. She can finally put a face to the name: roughly her height, light brown eyes and a Lydia Martin-esque braid headband on hair. Kinda glancing at a weird version of herself, Riley even has a similar style to Nini- a pleated floral skirt paired with a white short sleeve turtleneck and a knitted cardigan.
Deja vu, I guess.
She looks pretty, so pretty. Nini thought, mirroring Riley’s enthralled smile, before giving Nini a warm welcoming hug (the warm welcome she needed.) “Oh my god! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’m so so sorry we haven't met sooner, we’re still fixing up your room! Well, you’ll be sharing a room with me! We thought you were coming to New York last week and that got delayed- you’re really pretty by the way. Anyways, welcome to Adams!” Giving Nini a huge info dump, clearly very talkative and more approachable than Lucas.
Once Riley releases from the hug, Nini smiles again, clashing with Riley’s hands. “It’s so good to meet you too! You’re really pretty too! Like, so gorgeous!” Nini’s cheeks start to flush a soft pink, Riley beaming a brighter smile. “Sorry, I’m rambling. I’ve heard so many good things about you!”
“Well, all are true.” Lucas interrupts, trying to act aloof. “She’s the best Triple A has to offer.”
This reaction results in Riley turning to Lucas, giving him a sweet smile. And shockingly, Lucas smiles back- even a light red appears on his cheeks. “I wouldn't say the best this school has to offer, there’s many performers just as talented-even better.” Riley leans closer, like she’s telling Nini a secret. “He just likes saying that.”
Riley offers her arm, linking Nini’s. “We got a lot of catch up to do.”
“Yes, you do.” Principal Hunter spoke up, tapping his finger against his watch. “Please get Miss. Salazar- Roberts to the auditorium, I’m sure you’ll be able to catch her up there.” Then turns his focus on Lucas. “Miss. Matthews will be showing Miss. Salazar- Roberts to performance lab, and you will be showing her to all her regular classes. Lucky for you and Mr. Friar, you both have the exact classes. I trust both of you will give Miss. Salazar-Roberts,” Principal Jack eyes Lucas, emphasizing his last words. “a warm welcome.”
This surprise news created two reactions:
Riley eagerly smiles at Nini, her soon to be roommate. Then there’s Lucas, dumbfounded and more confused than ever, what is happening? Lucas’s mouth dropped to the ground, is that even possible? The person he was shit talking about...is also gonna be part of all his classes, even his AP courses? Oh god! He turns to Nini, then to Principal Hunter, then back at Nini until he finally speaks.
“What the actual fu-”
Riley and Nini push through the wing doors of Triple A’s auditorium, and it’s all Nini has dreamed of. The auditorium looks like the ones from Broadway, beautiful and glamorous, something out of her dreams during junior year. She takes the whole scenery in, taking a deep breath in. Picturing herself on stage, what songs she’ll sing (maybe a Taylor Swift song? Or Sara Bareilles ballad? Oh the possibilities are endless!) She glances at her new classmates-performers, all of whom are chatting with their respected cliques; and occessions mingling with others. Similar to her drama club at East High.
Breath in. Breath out.
The two make their way to centre stage, getting seats that give a clear view of the stage. But that’s not why Riley Matthews chose this partial spot. Two performers are seated together, chatting, when they spot Riley and her new friend.
The guy in the turtleneck straightens up, clearing his throat. “Hey Riley,” He says, before glancing at Nini. “You must be the other new girl?”
Nini turns to Riley, the latter shrugs innocently. “I might have told some people about you. Just the surface level info.”
Nini laughs in spite of herself, she nods to the guy- he is correct- the guy offering a handshake. “Nigel Chey, nice to meet you.” The sound of a clear throat and an elbow to his rib grabs Nigel’s attention- reminding him he’s not alone. The girl has gorgeous braids while her outfit is more fitted to her shape than Nini’s, but nothing like the divas she passed in the halls. Nigel eyes the girl sitting next to him, rolling his eyes, giving her a proper introduction. “And this is Yindra Amino.”
Yindra offers Nini a smile, shaking her hand as well. “Ni--Nina Salazar-Roberts, it’s nice to meet both of you.”
Yindra leans to Nigel, giving a sharp smile. “Wow! Very upfront, Nige. If only you were like that with Jade.” It was said as a joke, Nigel simply rolled his eyes. “You’re the girl who wrote ‘The Rose song,’ right?” Nini nods “Oh my god, that song was remarkable! I think Nigel cried, like, several times-”
“I did not cry!” Nigel snaps at Yindra- well, a quiet yell- before saying something under his breath. “I simply teared up.”
Despite this, Nini’s first day butterflies slowly faded away- like things might actually work at Triple A. Nigel and Yindra switch seats, as Nini and Riley sit next to them. The four of them continue to create casual banter, much more relaxed than Nini expected. Considering her up-close encounter with the underclassmen performers, Nigel and Yindra seem more chill and grounded- just like her. Something she didn't really expect from this school. Nonetheless it's nice to have someone like Riley, Nigel and Yindra, which makes her first impression of Adams feel less overwhelming and intimidating.
The atmosphere is comfortable enough for Nini to talk about the other interesting things about herself, just to get to know her new classmates. “Well before coming here, I went to East High- it’s in Utah.”
“Ooo, so you went to the school from High School Musical! You do look like a Gabriella.” Yindra comments, causing Nini to blush a bit.
Nini laughs, nodding along to Yindra’s complement and shrugs. “Well, I did play the ‘iconic’ role of Gabriella Montez in East High’s production of High School Musical. My other iconic role was a fork in the production of Beauty and the Beast.Twice!”
With a hint of melodrama in her delivery, it still was enough for Riley, Yindra, and Nigel to laugh. “Well I’m sure you’ll be able to reprise your role of ‘the fork’ for Triple A’s production of Batb.” Nigel deadpans with a smirk on his face.
“Or perhaps the lead role?” Riley adds, looking at Nini as the latter turns to her. “Either way, it would be fun.”
“Just don’t audition for Lumire,” Yindra warns Nini. “Our off-Broadway celebrity Zay Babineaux called dibs.”
“Oh don't worry, I’m not a dancer anyways.” Nini replies softly, she starts to pick a hangnail on her fingers. Clearly she's a bit hesitant to take a stage role, again she’s out of her element. “But nevertheless, I’m pretty excited. Hopefully I feel inspired to write some songs and explore more of New York! What could possibly go wrong?”
“THIS IS WHERE I DRAW THE FUCKING LINE!!” A diva shriek rattles in Nini’s ears.
Unfortunately for Nini, poor choice of words. Suddenly, a loud racket occurs near the stage- more like the racket is a diva ranting. The sounds of high heels start to clash on the wooden stage floor, and she’s not the only person hearing it. Yindra and Nigel close their eyes- in deep annoyance- the latter pinching the bridge of his nose. Riley gives out an exhausted exhale, her fingers combing through her hair. Whoever this person is, they’re clearly upset about something; and might have an ‘unique’ reputation among their peers.
“FIRST THE RICH BITCH GOT A SPOT BECAUSE SHE PUT A SHIT TON OF MONEY, YOU CAN’T BUY YOUR WAY INTO TRIPLE A!!” The shriek continues to get louder and louder as it seems to get closer to the stage. “THAN MISS CHAI COME BACK, OUT OF THE BLUE, AND STEAL MY SOLO!! MY SOLO!! ON THE FIRST DAY!!”
Nini leans toward Riley and whispers. “Um...you hear that, right?”
Riley nods as another voice speaks up, less melodramatic and loud. “You need to calm down, it’s not the end of the world!”
“DISTURBED!!” The diva shouts and pauses for dramatic effect. “DISTURBED!”
The figure enters the stage, finally the high pitch diva voice has a face- a pretty face. A blonde girl with the exact style as most of the diva underclassmen performers- a lot of pink- with high heels that could kill you (literally.) She’s a mini Sharpay Evans! Nini was looking at a mini Sharpay, and it’s hard to look away.
This mini Sharpay isn’t alone, she has her Ryan. A tall scrawny guy with a coiff haircut follows her, as she marches to the person she’s looking for. Nini could tell mini Sharpay was heading in her direction, when Riley slightly lowers her head.
“Riles!!” Mini Sharpay spots Riley, the latter cursing under her breath. The Sharpay and Ryan lookalikes head towards Riley, the former crossing her arms- like Riley did something wrong.
Riley tilts her head to meet the furious diva’s eyes, standing in front of her. Riley gives a cheeky greeting. “Maya, Farkle I’m guessing you're having a lovely morning?”
Mini Sharpay gags in disgust, rolling her eyes. “Ugh! Friar’s sarcasm is rubbing off of you too!! Gross!!” She flips her long silky hair over her shoulder. “I heard you’re gotta harvest a new performer? Is that true?”
“Yes it is. In fact she’s-”
Mini Sharpay looks at Farkle with a knowing glance told you so! “I knew it! I knew it! Another performer in our ranks- first Money Bags Bradford, then Chai Fresco coming back like nothing happened! Now another new girl!” She exhales collecting her composure. “But it doesn't matter, I’m just glad we get another choir member. With all of the drama with Bradford and Chai-”
“The drama you sort of created-” Farkle adds, causing the blonde diva to brush him off. Both Nini and Farkle lock eyes, the latter making a huge revelation. “Um Maya-”
“Riles just let me know how this other new girl is? I mean she’ll never replace me but whatever-”
“Maya-” Riley tries to interrupt.
The blonde diva holds up a finger to silence Riley, quietly. “Like I said, this is where I draw the line. New girls in this class like Bradford and Fresco think they just can go on with their merry way, if they throw money at it. I don't know why they're not in the B class, and this Salazar-Roberts chick thinks she could write a-”
“MAYA!” Everyone around them yells to get her attention. Once successful, they all glance at Nini- mini Sharpay following suit.
Just like with Lucas, there's an awkward silence looming between them. Nini eyes the diva on the surface it's nothing, but she’s pretty good at hiding her emotions. She understands why her new peers seem annoyed by her; she does emulate the superiority the underclassmen divas were giving. She hated how smug this diva was. She hated how she was talking shit about Nini, while she was standing next to her. She hated that this blonde bitch thought of her as a spoiled rich brat, when clearly she’s the brat, who only got into this school through Daddy’s allowance! She belongs here! She earned her spot!! She earned it!!...she earned it.
Anger slowly reaches its breaking point. To maintain composure, Nini clenches her fists and bits the inside of her lip. She stands up, meeting the diva’s ocean blue eyes, straightening her posture. While the diva glanced at her, with an unfazed expression. The tension between them can be cut with a fucking knife, as witnesses to an incoming disaster watches carefully.
This might get ugly...real quick.
Everyone takes a deep inhale, holding it tight.
“Nina Salazar-Roberts,” Nini forces a smile on her face and waves at mini Sharpay. “Pleased to meet you.” The latter eyes Nini- particularly her outfit. Her nose scrunches up and she crosses her arms, showing nothing- nothing that's impressing.
However a diva always puts her best foot forward, mini Sharpay gives a killer sharp smile. “Maya Penelope Hart, hope you can keep up.”
From the tone of her voice, it doesn't seem like a warm welcome, and not too good at goodbyes either. Unfortunately for Nini, she doesn't give her time to respond. The diva spins her heel, her hair quickly brushing Nini’s face, marching to her seat- where the other divas lie.
It takes a minute or so to let the strange diva aura dissipate, with everyone around Nini releasing a tiring sigh.
Off to a great start.
Nini closes her eyes and drops to her-
Bed. Her new bed.
“Welcome to your new home!” Riley proclaims rolling Nini’s suitcase into the Matthews’ family bedroom. Laying on the bed, Nini looks around the room- cozy and less flashy than expected. Her side of the room definitely juxtaposes Riley’s, an empty moodboard, night stand and walls; not yet filled with new memories. Riley drops to the wooden floor and opens Nini’s suitcase. “Glad uncle Eric let you stay for a bit while me and my dad help unpack. All your dresses and jackets are in that closet, I had to organize them in rainbow order. I think Asher might be rubbing off on me. You’ll love him!” Riley laughs in spite of herself, quickly moving on. “Shirts, pants, and skirts are in the drawer next to your bed. And your duffle bag- the personal stuff- is in the closet, I thought you might wanna do the unpacking.”
Nini sighs lifting herself up the bed, getting up on her feet, making her way to the closet. Opening the closet door, she’s stunned by the perfectly organized rows of dresses and jackets in front of her. Riley Matthews sure is something. Nini grabs her bag from the top shelf, placing it on the bed. She unzips her bag, revealing a bunch of random items.
Her ukulele. One of the many instruments often plays and writes songs. A way to express her emotions and inner feelings. The first instrument she learned, one of the many catalysts that got her into the performing arts. The one she used to write a song about Ricky, and how she loved him.
Forget about it. Nini places the ukulele on the bed, focusing on unpacking. The second item she takes out is a small polaroid camera box, she opens the box revealing- a bunch of old polaroid photos. These photos brought small joy to her face, flipping through the photos of her friends, drama club, and more of Ricky. Too many of Ricky.
Moving on, Nini carefully places the photos back into their box. Digging through the duffle bag once more, holding the item up in the air.
A hoodie. Dawning East High’s Red and White, with black Sharpie handwriting all over- small goodbye messages from her friends:
Nini,
I hope you have a blast in New York and in the prestigious art school! You’ve made it!! AAA better be prepared for you to take over! The drama club wouldn't be the same without you!
Knock them die!
Carlos and Seb
Hey Nini,
We’re really gonna miss you! Junior year will be so different without you, but I know you're gonna have the full Broadway experience in New York! You’ve worked so hard to get into AAA, it may not be as great as East High, I hope you make new friends and continue to step into the spotlight!
Take lots of photos,
Ashlynn C.
Dear Nini,
We can always visit you in New York (it’s like a 32hr drive), fingers crossed AAA isn’t like North High lol. I’ll make sure Kourtney is in good company (even tho, she’s a bit scary) and I’ll make sure Ricky is okay!
Have fun in New York!
Big Red
Nini,
I’ll keep it short, cause I know I’ll probably tear up so...You deserve your spot at AAA, you’re super talented and New York must watch out! I know you’ll be amazing!
Hope you find your Troy someday,
EJ Castwell
Hi Nini,
We’ve gotta closer during the summer and I just wanna say: you’re an incredible songwriter and performer and AAA is lucky to have you. You have always had a balance between your ambitions and being kind, I know you’ll make it bc of that. I’m really gonna miss you, Nini! I’ll take care of Ricky for you!
Break a leg (not literally!)
Gina Porter
Nini,
Hey girl, I know I’ve said this like a million times but I’m gonna miss you! Senior year isn’t gonna be the same and I’m still a bit jealous you’re heading to New York. Nevertheless, kick this school’s ass I hope I get to walk on Broadway and see you playing the lead or composing songs. I love you so much! I’ll make sure we FaceTime every chance we get!
Ps: I heard AAA has an amazing costume program so send me some pics of their art pls! Also don’t fool around with some dreamy theater boy!
I love you!
Kourt <3
Nina,
I just wanna say: you deserve your spot at AAA! I’m so proud of you and I want you to know you’ll create big things! Your ambition and passion has never stopped you before and I can’t wait to see what happens next! Senior year will be lonely without you, Nini. But we’ll be okay, I’ll be okay. If you ever feel homesick or feel down? You know who to call.
We believe in you!
Ricky B.
We believe in you!
They believe in her! If only they were experiencing the ‘warm’ welcome of a Jackass, underclassmen divas, gothic techies, and an uncanny vision of Sharpay Evans. Especially the Jackass and mini Sharpay. Those two were questioning why she’s even here in the first place, maybe they’re right? What if she doesn't belong at AAA? What if she can’t keep up?
Nini glances at Riley- who is organizing the other items from Nini’s suitcase on the floor- all smiles and humming to herself.
“Do you think I can keep up?” Nini suddenly asks, which grabs Riley’s attention.
Riley shrugs, continuing to unpack. “Well if you’re talking about unpacking, then yeah. I’m not a fan of competition but-” She then processes what Nini actually meant, before giving a soft and gentle answer. “I’m sure you’ll keep up.”
Nini takes a deep and exhausted exhale, sitting next to Riley, trying not to get emotional. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn't care what people say but this school is like a dream come true but it's the scariest place in the world. Like...it’s everything I want and fear at the same time, I guess…”
“I understand the feeling,” Riley moves closer to Nini, her hand touching Nini’s thigh. This strange touch catches Nini off guard, she looks down slowly lifting her glance at Riley. “When I was new, I felt the same thing...I thought I wasn't gonna keep up or I wasn't good enough for AAA. Maya was a bit...mean towards my presence too...a lot of people did. Overtime, I realized I was holding back and someone got me out of that feeling- saying I can’t just step away from the spotlight.”
“I wonder who said that?” Nini asks, noticing Riley’s cheeks were turning red. Nini could tell she was thinking of said someone.
“Surprising the infamous jackass who was bad mouthing about you earlier, Lucas James Friar.” Riley says, Nini’s reaction is of disbelief and confusion- she knows Lucas? Luckily, Riley is ten steps ahead, she nonchalantly states 3 simple words that explains everything. “He’s my boyfriend.”
This realization results in Nini chuckling to herself, still processing this new information about Lucas. Riley holds up a finger, trying to stop Nini from laughing, doing her best not to burst out laughing. “I know, I know.” Riley wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. “I know, he acts aloof and acts like he doesn't care. But he does care. And he felt bad about you hearing his rant, by the way. He’s not the best with...being friendly.”
“Not the best first impression,” Nini adds. “But this school is so different from East High, everyone here is so...ambitious, super talented...I’m literally a girl who writes silly songs. I heard a lot of people talk about Missy and how she tried to steal someone's spot, and she got a place anyways. Feels like she doesn't belong.” She meets Riley’s eyes once more, making it perfectly clear. “What if I don’t belong here, either?”
It’s a hard question to answer. They might have had similar experiences on their first day, but- unlike Nini- Riley had 2 full years of finding her place at Adams. She had time to fit within the ranks, a group of friends in her corner, to prove she belongs. For Nini, she had that time when she was in Salt Lake. Now she’s in New York, completely starting over. It’s a difficult question to answer, but there's no answer...not yet.
But she's only met Riley for a day. And everyone who knows Riley Matthew knows she a beaming ray of sunshine, she’ll find a way to uplift Nini’s mood. Riley stands up, phone in hand, searching for a solution. “You have a favourite song?”
“What?” Nini asks, adjusting her sitting posture.
“Do you have a favourite song? Or maybe a favourite artist?”
Nini blinks as she quickly tries to think of the first artist that comes to mind, and finally answers. “Um...I’m like a huge Taylor Swift fan.”
With an answer, Riley nods along while typing on her phone. Now ready for action, Riley rushes to her night stand. She opens the drawers to retrieve 2 hairbrushes; she turns to Nini, throwing a hairbrush at her. Much to Nini’s surprise, she catches it but is even more confused.
Nini gets on her feet, fiddling with the hairbrush “Riley, what are you doin-”
“Prove it.” Riley quickly interrupts, challenging Nini. Nini raises her eyebrows, opening her mouth before Riley interrupts again- more dominanting than ever. “You got into Triple A, so prove you belong. Prove to me, why you should be here!”
A musical number? Of course they're doing a musical number.
Despite the whole no-nonsense authoritarian act Riley Matthews is portraying, it immediately vanishes when Riley cracks her irresistible smile. “No one will judge you. Have some fun! That's what performing is all about.”
Fun. Nothing can go wrong with that.
“Could I at least pick the song?” Nini kindly asks, displaying her big puppy dog eyes at Riley.
“This is still a challenge so...no.” Riley replies, scrolling through a Taylor Swift album on Spotify. “Also, I thought you were a super huge Taylor Swift fan?”
“Well, I need to know what song it is-”
Riley presses the play button, facing away from Nini, as the intro of Taylor Swift’s New Romantics slowly fades in. From Nini’s expression- shaking her head and smiling- she knows this song. Finally the song kicks into high gear! Riley dramatically turns to Nini, starting the first verse, displaying the soft- yet powerful- soprano. It is just fun and games, but Riley is showing a bit of her flashy diva side- emphasizing parts like “We’re all bored” and “Trust me mine is better” (placing her hand over her heart, playfully rolling her eyes), while dancing her way to Nini.
The catchy upbeat pop anthem is a banter, and Riley’s vocals are infectious. Now it’s her turn. Nini belts out the second half of the first verse, making good use of the hairbrush microphone. Her gentle soprano grows more confident, resulting in a proud grin from Riley Matthews.
Our two sopranos reach the chorus, they playfully bounce lyrics back and forth. Dancing and jumping around their room, Riley twirls Nini over her hand- going on her tiptoes since they're the same height. They harmonize on the last line of the chorus, before drifting apart, now a bit more comfortable with the performance.
On the second verse, Riley and Nini switch lines. Nini takes the spotlight of the first half, as Riley does backup vocals. Fueled by Taylor Swift, Nini jumps onto her bed, like her very own stage. Even embracing the melodramatic side of the performance, “The lights and noise are blinding.” Nini covers her eyes, pretending to be blinded by imaginary lights. She continues to sing as Riley helps her down from her bed.
“It’s poker. He can’t see it in my face!” The two sing, spinning around and flicking their free hand’s wrist (sort of like jazz hands) “I’m about to play my Ace." Adding a refreshing Ahh at the end, while making a quick dip to the floor returning back up on their feet.
“We need love,” Riley takes the next half, walking through the room with Nini following suit. “But all we want is danger!” Riley gives a dramatic hand over her forehead- pretending to faint, before quickly getting back on her feet. Riley and Nini does a small square dance, their positions constantly switching sides, (switch sides like a record changer) before returning to their original place.
They lean closer, whispering in each other’s ear- like their very own secret. “But honey, most of them are true!”
There’s a natural chemistry between Riley and Nini- their performance is easygoing and fun. Almost like their each others’ perfect partner, similar to Nini’s musical chemistry with Ashlynn. Clearly they're having the time of their lives, grooving along to the post-chorus. Nini twirls Riley under her arm, the latter performing a quick dip.
As the bridge comes in, Riley offers Nini her hand. “Please take my hand and…”
The offer lightens Nini’s face, accepting it with pride. “...please take me dancing,” Riley leads Nini on top of her bed, taking the ‘stage’ together. "Please leave me stranded.”
“It’s so romantic.” Both Riley and Nini harmonize, the former mouthing the echo. Dead silence comes, before they both let out the final Ah Ah Ah!! The final chorus goes off in a bang, as the two belt out the high notes- their hairbrush microphones amplifying their voices. The sopranos playfully circle around each other, bouncing off lyrics and dancing with no care- the true definition of performing.
“Baby we’re the New Romantics.” Riley proclaims, a hand in the air.
Nini does a hand wave towards Riley to come closer.“Come on, come along with me!” The latter doing so, enjoying the more loose Nini. “Heartbreak is the national anthem-”
“We sing it proudly!” They sing in unison. Near the end of the song, they're at the height of their theatrical energy. Riley gives the backup Yeah and Nini delivers the Woah. To finish the number off, the roommates clash their hands together, back to back, delivering the last lyrics with perfect harmony. “The best people in life are free!”
Exhausted, Riley and Nini collapse onto Riley’s bed, taking a few moments to breathe- both unfazed by the fact they sang out loud...like really loud, yet no one heard them (the benefits of having a musical number). Either way, it was one hell of a show, these two are pretty good together.
Now this begs the question: Can Nini keep up? Riley turns to Nini, a serious look on her face, the latter glances at Riley before looking at the ceiling. Until she cracks a smile, unable to resist Riley’s ‘serious face.’ And neither can Riley, she sees Nini’s smile- proving she was right all along.
“So I think I won,” Nini determines, resulting in Riley lightly elbowing her. “Okay, maybe it was a tie.”
Riley gets up, eyes focused on Nini. “You got talent, Nina! You can keep up, all you need is to find your people.”
Nini gets up from the bed, letting out a long exhale, her expression invokes wariness and uncertainty. Still doubting her decision to move across the country to a performance art school. Confused as to why she was recommended to attend Triple A. Wondering what her senior year would look like, without her constants and the familiar halls of East High. She should probably just quit and return home, yet, she’s already here. There’s no turning back for her. She has made it this far, not giving up right now. All Nini needs is to find her people, luckily for her, she already found her first. Nini looks at Riley, the former slightly nods- maybe so.
That's enough for Riley to fully embrace Nini with open arms, giving her a gentle but enthusiastic hug. “Yay!” Riley cheers, Nini starts breaking into laughter. The former released Nini from the hug, reassuring her. “I will be here for you, whatever you need.”
Support. That’s all she needs right now. Nini gets up from her spot heading towards her bed, she searches through her duffle bag- one of the last items in the bag. Her expression shifts to excitement when she finds what she’s looking for: a polaroid camera. “Do you mind being my first memory of New York?” Nini asks, a bit hesitant, and the moment of silence from Riley doesn't help. Luckily for Nini, Riley is on the same page. Riley smiles, pats her bed offering Nini a seat. Nini jumps onto the bed, adjusting the camera to take the perfect photo with Riley. The girls lean closer together, full of smiles, as Nini pushes the button.
Click! The polaroid photo appears, as the film slowly fades into a colourful image of Riley and Nini. The former gently holds the image up, proud of the first photo of the two. And just like that, Nini felt a bit more certain of her decision. She has an ally. She has Riley.
Welcome to Adams, Nini Salazar-Roberts.
Just like that, things feel less intimating