InsaneJournal

There are certain things Miss Lexie Grey does when stressed. First and foremost, she eats. She eats things that are sweet and yummy and rich and bad, very bad. Secondly, Lexie has learned to dance things out. She'll turn on her radio and just dance. She'll dance until whatever is bothering her has gone away and slipped off into the ether of really bad pop music. Third, and finally, Lexie will sing. She'll sing the first worst song that comes to mind and just try and wish away her problems. Well, Lexie Grey had things that were bothering her. She was in a foreign place all on her own, relegated to sleeping in a barn and sewing people up with dental floss. There wasn't much to eat, unfortunately. There also wasn't a radio in sight. That left her with one, final option: to sing.

Tucked away in the thrift shop was one Lexie grey. Currently she was digging for warmer clothes than just her scrubs. Of particular interest were shoes and a jacket - socks, at least, she had covered. So there, in the aisles, as her heart started to droop, Lexie Grey gave in to the urge to sing.

"Star light, star bright first star I see tonight," she started, looking around a second to be sure she was truly alone. "Could you be my lucky star?" She sang into the ugliest jacket she had ever seen. Unfortunately it was looking like it might be the only one that fit. Loosing her focus Lucky Star slipped her mind and she was off and running with Express yourself. "You don't' need no diamond rings or eighteen carat gold," picking up a nasty pair of hiking boots she dropped them back on the floor. "Satin sheets are very romantic, what happens when you're not in bed?" Speaking of bed, was that really a pillow over there? Best not to chance it, she thought.

Singing quite loudly now she was back on the road to happiness, "You deserve the best in life, so if the time is right then move on!" With that Lexie was dancing her way around the thrift store. Nothing like Madonna to cheer a girl up even when sung off key.