She knew it, in her heart of hearts. Even though she did as people asked and tried something different, she knew that inside, she was made for the stuff that people told her to branch out from. And that was why, today, she stood in the middle of the room as she finished getting dressed for the day, with her brush in hand and singing along with the radio. It was one of her favorite songs, one that she liked to belt at the top of her lungs at random intervals, and one that she really wanted the band to do one day. She doubted pristine princess George would like it, though. She never liked any of Caitie's suggestions.
With her hair in two braids, Caitie picked up her brush-microphone and sang along with the last couple of lines. The sound was almost enough to make her miss the sound of the door.
But she didn't. She was sure whoever it was—probably Maddie, since she'd gone to get food a little while ago—would know about her brush-singing morning habits, so she brought the brush with her, pulling the door open and smiling at her friend.
"Sorry! I was giving the mirror a serenade." She chuckled a little bit.
Glancing down at the stuff in Maddie's arms, Caitie pulled the door further open and stepped out of the way. "Ha! See, all that crap they preach to us about being polite being the way to get what we want? Total crap. All we have to do is pester enough and people will do it!" She nodded securely.