"We just made the bed."
- Maid Brigitte, Princess Diaries 2

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Wildside by Sabrina Carpenter

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Electra's POV

Given only a split second of time to react, I doubled over immediately, deftly avoiding a curling iron to the nose. I stood tall once more as soon as I regained my footing. In order to examine the owner of the curling iron, my attention was then drawn to a peeved girl in black jeans and a brazen yellow tank top. She bore a striking resemblance to Miguel. They shared the same clever facial features and the similar olive, skin coloring. The girl's face, however, scowled as she looked between Miguel-- whom decided to bolt-- and me.

"Bye Electra!" Miguel's shout echoed hastily throughout the hallway as he fled.

"Lo siento (I am sorry)," muttered the girl in the yellow top, her eyes trailing down the hallway angrily.

"Está bien (It's okay)," I replied and inwardly thanked dad for persuading me take Spanish in high school. "But, um, what was with the curling iron?"

"Miguel, bless his soul," she began tartly, "has been pranking me since I moved in. You'd think he couldn't do too much damage in one day, but you'd be surprised by his...."

All that accounted for his frantic departure, I supposed.

"So when I opened the door, you thought it was just another one of Miguel's pranks," I supplied.

"¡Exactamente! (Exactly!)" She exclaimed, throwing up her hands with an air of relief.

"Ha-hah," I nodded, "I can understand now. My name is Electra Sparks, by the way. I assume you're my roommate?" I shrugged.

"Oh! I'm Valeria García and your assumption is correct, dreammate," she winked and laughed. "Your things arrived yesterday, so I just placed them over there." Valeria answered, indicating a single bed packed with boxes.

For several heartbeats, all I could do was wonder why she called me her dreammate and not her roommate. I hardly noticed when the room suddenly filled with metallic music.

My heart is racing
Can't stop this feeling,
My ground is shaking up
Oh, wanna let go,
Go crazy, dance on...

Valeria rushed to her cellphone which vibrated noisily from a precarious perch upon a teal sofa cushion. While she stepped aside to answer the call, I took my first steps into the dorm.

The room had a comfortable atmosphere; it was a spacious and colorful living arrangement. There was a kitchenette, consisting of a marble counter and mini-fridge and given light by a small window above the sink. Beyond, in the centre of the room, were two sofas, one long, the other short which gently partitioned the space. Behind those rested another glossy window. Aside, perhaps left for myself, there was a personal desk currently offering residence to a standard desk lamp and an empty shelf above.

On a whiteboard mounted to the wall next to the desk, a bold inscription reading, 'Previous Dreamers' could be observed. Below the scrawling, there were pictures of different people, the latest picture proclaiming, "Layla Smith & Sabrina Mathews 2016."

"Electra." Valeria startled me as she lowered her cellphone and addressed me again. "I'm gonna continue unpacking because I was too exhausted yesterday. Then, perhaps later, I could give you a tour around. ¿Qué te parece? (What do you say?)" Valeria asked.

"¡Sí, esa es una buena idea! (Yes, that's a good idea!)" I replied.

Valeria smiled in response. Moments later, she blasted the speakers with Bebe Rexha's, 'I got you'. Beginning to catch on to her style, I started singing and bobbing my head along with the song. Valeria tilted her back in a jovial laugh before grabbing my hands and guiding me into some sort of impromptu celebration. I managed to lose myself in the situation for two and a half hours before Valeria was finally the one to retire.

"Chica, I am beat!" Valeria exclaimed, dramatically falling onto my bed. I gave her an 'oh, really now?' look, but she didn't move a muscle.

"Oh, please tell me you aren't like that maid, 'I just made the bed,' in Princess Diaries?" Valeria asked, mimicking Brigitte.

"No, I'm not." I shrugged before launching myself onto her bed.

"No-o!" Valeria whined.

"Come on Miss Lazy Bones, you said you'd give me a tour, once we finished." I said, feigning innocence.

"Ahora lo estoy lamentando, (I am regretting it now,)" she muttered underneath her breath, getting up.

"I'm not." I replied, sliding contently into my flats.

"¡Vamos! (Let's go!)" Valeria commanded.

"What about these beds we just ruined?" I asked.

"We can fix them later," Valeria said, waving her hand nonchalantly.

After locking the door, we boarded an unoccupied elevator down the hall.

"So okay, Electra, this is obviously all the student residence. It's made up of four floors. The first floor harbors the parking garage and rooms for the security team. The second floor is for all the first year dreamers. The third floor, is for all the second year dreamers. The fourth floor is for all the third year dreamers. Each year, we'll move a floor higher. Any questions?" Valeria asked, in a tour guide tone.

"Miss Tour Guide Valeria, is 'dreamers' the technical term for students here?" I enquired, pretending to be a curious little girl.

"I actually have no idea," Valeria frowned. "Miguel said I'd find out later. Oh, and by the way, call me Val. I think I will call you Lecty-- does that sound okay?" Val suggested.

That's an unusual nickname.
It's... unique.

"Okay Val," I nodded as we drifted from the building. My curiosity peaked when we neared the adjacent building. The building had a sign Dream Studio above.

"The Dream Studio, is where we will have our classes. It has 4 floors as well, there is a bathroom on each floor. One for each category, but the first floor, is only a bathroom, cafeteria and main hall. The second floor is Dance, third Acting and fourth is for Music. Unfortunately, we have to wait until tomorrow, to nose around. Do you want to check it out though?" Val asked, whispering the last part adventurously.

"A little escapade sounds great, but I don't want to land in trouble on my first day." I responded smiling, as we walked around.

"Okay, the cafeteria provides food Monday to Friday. That means, we are responsible for our own food on Saturday and Sunday. Remember the first building you entered, when you arrived?" Val questioned.

"The building, with the name Dream Conservatory of L.A?" I enquired.

"Yes, all our teachers reside there. None of us are allowed inside, unless it is to register or to see the dean. That's basically all." Val explained.

"On our way back to the room, can you show me the garage first?" I asked.

"No problem." Val replied.

We retreated back to the building, with the sign Dreamer's Residence. Many people that has passed us thus far, has waved and greeted us, they all seem so friendly. We passed the stairs and walked unswervingly towards the elevator. Valeria pressed the ⓖ button and the elevator, without warning quickly moved down. As we exited, we were welcomed by a range of 25-35 different immaculate cars.

"To leave, drive your car to the front of the garage door. The laser beam on the sides of the garage door, will then scan your license plate. There is a road that leads straight into the rest of the city. When you return, you will undergo the same process." Valeria explained.

"Awesome! Thanks for explaining everything, as well as showing me around," I said with gratitude.

"¡No es problemo! (It's not a problem!) Which car is yours?" Val asked.

My eyes scanned the garage, searching for my red car, among all the pristine cars. As soon as it was spotted in the third row, without delay I walked towards it.

"This is mine." I told Val, hugging my Audi S4. Val started laughing continuously.

"Nice car, quick question, why didn't you purchase the Audi r8?" Val asked, with a look of confusion implanted on her face.

"It's expensive, also unnecessary since my Audi S4 can take me from point A to B and look rad at the same time." I clarified.

"I definitely like you 10 times more than before. You speak Spanish and you're a rich girl that prefers to save money instead of spending it. I think we'll get along just fine." Val said and laughed slightly.

*****

I was on Skype, babbling excitedly to my dad, while Val curled her hair. A knock on the door interrupted my conversation.

"Oh shoot, Dad! There's someone at the door. I'll call you back later. I love you!" I said, ending the video call. As I was closer to the door than Val, I opened it, revealing one winded Miguel.

"Hey Miguel, come in... Why are you panting?" I asked inquisitively, allowing him to enter.

"Running down two flights of stairs is bound to have that effect on anybody... I'm sorry, just please don't throw that thing at me!" Miguel pleaded, pointing when noticing Val.

So Miguel is in his Third Year since he came from two flights up?

"Alright," Valeria rolled her eyes and lowered her weapon of choice, the curling iron. "To what then do we owe the honor of being graced by your irksome presence?" Val asked, clearly vexed.

"Gracioso sis, everyone is supposed to gather in the main hall in ten minutes. Since it's your first time here, I came to accompany you." Miguel responded shortly.

In no time, I glommed my fuchsia jersey and we three made a precipitate departure. Seeing as the elevators were being used, we had to take the stairs, much to Val's dismay. We reached the main hall, which was on the first floor of Dream Studio building.

Numerous students had already arrived into their respective appointed vertical rows. The first vertical row was appointed for first year, second for second year, third for third year and the fourth for Teachers/Instructors.

Val and I split up from Miguel and walked towards the first vertical row and sat on the corner of the middle row. A lady in her early forties with lustrous black hair and Jimmy Choo heels, walked onto the podium. I assumed she was the dean.

"Good evening everyone. I am Ms. Stone, the dean here at DREAM Conservatory. Welcome back all previously inducted dreamers, to the Dance Rhythm Entertainment And Music Conservatory of Los Angeles. For all those who are in their first year, from now on you will be known as dreamers. Every single one of you has talent; here we will help you enhance it, preparing you for the professional world. For the third year dreamers, this is a significant year, seeing as the Dream Performance is held on the 25 November, during the fourth semester. Record labels, prominent directors, eminent actors, renowned singers, to be precise, talent scouts will be attending it. If your performance, was mind-blowing, then one of them will certainly select you. The first year dreamers will assist you in choreography, back-up vocals, etc. The second year dreamers, will help with theatrics and advertising it. Tomorrow everyone will begin their classes, I hope you enjoy them. As you exit, you will notice at every exit point there are security guards, with a stack of boxes. When leaving, each dreamer is allowed to take one box and a beverage of their choosing. Thank you, enjoy your year!" Miss Stone said.

"Pizza!"

Dedicated to: Madmaniachater_x!

Glossary: Gracioso - very funny

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