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All the set-up work is done for the dance studio. I just need students.

If anyone is interested in lessons, you're welcome to respond.

Oh. My. God. You have GOT to be kidding me. I have Nationals in three days. Did that even FACTOR into this Zenner Corp's stupid little kidnapping plan, did they even stop to think that my life is just too damn important to be interrupted for this? Ms. Corcoran is going to kill me. Literally. Kidnapping is not an acceptable excuses for missing rehearsal, let alone a performance. Not that I'm complaining about the being out of Ohio thing but could have picked a worse time.

Summer? Jesse? Anyone?

Is this some kind of prize? A prize for losers?

So, everything went okay. I am so grateful to you guys for being there for me yesterday.

I'm okay and the baby's okay and everything is pretty awesome right now.

Her name is Mary Elizabeth Puckerman, Beth for short, and she is definitely the most perfect baby ever.

She is just amazing.

And now I'm going to cry again, even though I told myself I wouldn't.

Kama Sutra is awesome!!!

Just what the Hell was in those cocktails I had at Les Deux last night? Jesus.

Kidnapping makes me angry.

Oh, my. This is....rather unexpected. This isn't some bizarre side effect of the locator spell is it? No. The laptop and credit card wouldn't be here if that were the case.

Interesting. It's been quite some time since I've been kidnapped. Although, I must say I'm not quite so fond of the tattoo. I don't have good experiences with them. Faith? Are you here as well?

WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!
WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!

Just kidding. Heard that the other day and thought I'd make fun of you all.

How's everyone doin. No more singing I hope unless your with that glee thing.

Well, hello Vegas. My my my.

There's this part of my brain, waaaay in the back, that's telling me that kidnapping generally isn't a good thing and I should probably be exhibiting hulk-like rage at my current situation...

But then the rest of my brain sees Vegas and this handy credit card, and tells that other part to cram it.

That other part finally listened when it saw my extremely attractive new roommate. Hey there, Vanessa.

But still...this is pretty weird. Even by my extremely skewed Sunnydalian perspective. In fact, this whole sitch positively reeks of Summers and the weird crap that is always happening to her. Come on, Dawnie. Are you in on this? Olly olly oxen free.

Let's get one thing straight, Zenner bitches: you have pulled me from Lima aka Land of the Losers and you know, I can't fault you for that. I always knew I'd get out of the place. But just so we're all clear? I'm still the new queen bee. I earned it fair and square stepping over Quinn's bloated belly when she embarrassed herself, the squad, her parents, and anyone else who's seen Fifteen and Pregnant on Lifetime during a PMS-fueled marathon of outdated chick movies.

The black card will definitely come in handy, as will the fab digs. But I'm still number one everywhere that it counts. I'm still head Cheerio, I'm still the new shoe-in for Prom Queen, the hottest sexter, and yes, I'm still in Glee Club. That is, if there even is one in this place.

Am I sleepwalking again?