New Directions

Viv stands in the hallways, staring at the scrap of paper with Darcy's number scribbled on it.

...he...had said to call him, right? It wouldn't look desperate? After all, he didn't have her number. It was up to her.

Still, calling even just a friend was new to Viv. This was a boy. It was worlds different.

Sighing, she decides a casual, less-stressful text would be best.

Hey. Want 2 hang out?

Viv sits in the auditorium, eyes closed, waiting for something to hit her. She's in a cheerful mood today, and so she picks a song with a happy beat.

Placing her fingers on the keys, she begins playing this, pretending for a moment that she is her idol, Ella Fitzgerald.

She forgets that she is awaiting the company of an Irish guitarist and completely loses herself in the music.