Spencer tied her ribbon carefully on her ponytail. Today is the day she had been waiting for 3 months. 3 freaking months. It seems like it was only yesterday that Mrs. Fisher picked her for the lead role for the Rosewood's Obligated Choir. She knew that it was a cheesy name, because they had been rehearsing for months and Mrs. Fisher kept calling her 'Obligated leader'. Of course she know what Obligated means. She's not Inarticulate for her SAT test for god sakes.

"Lead singer, huh?" Melissa appeared from her front door. Spencer had been predicting that Melissa would do that soon, and she had figured something out in her mind to mock her sister, without hurting her for not getting the lead role a couple years ago. "Well, Mrs. Fisher made a really great decision." She shrugged. Without looking towards Melissa's eyes, she could sense that her sister just rolled her eyes.

"Well, Spence. I'm voiceless." She smirked. From the mirror, Spencer could steal a glance or two from the door's view. Her sister was wearing her favorite white shirt, that she called it worthy piece, just because she got it free from Versace, and a casual high wasted black skirt that Spencer had seen before on Noel Kahn's party.

"I see you're dressed." Spencer took the comb to brush her sleek ponytail. She did it carefully because she wanted everything to be perfect. Like her knee length Maroon dress she had ordered for all of the Rosewood's Obligated girls, with strapless dress for her own. Melissa smiled from the door. That smile. Spencer knew what that smile was. It was the smile that Melissa had used when she had figured that Drew is going to dump her, and it was that smile when she figured that Melissa had known that all along.

Oh shoot.

"Melissa!" Spencer turned her body 180 degrees. She knew it was all too late now. She spotted a rectangular blue card that Melissa had held on her hand. She's one of the judge.

"Oh, why?" she tried not to laugh "I'm your judge."

And I'm going to threw you off a cliff. Spencer gulped.

(*)(*)(*)

The rain was pouring down on Rosewood High Theatre Hall. It was actually an abandoned old opera building, but Rosewood had claimed it and turned it into a sophisticated yet rhapsodic building. Rumors had it, that the previous Theatre club president was affiliated with the Mayor of Rosewood, so they could easily claimed it for their own.

Spencer Hastings walked carefully through her matching heels that she and the rest of the Choir students had agreed on. She stared down at her heels, trying not to get it wet or she would ruin any moments on her lead solo performance later on. Spencer took a deep gracious breath. Her sister had ruined her moment earlier, by becoming a judge on the show. But, she thought that Melissa couldn't be the only judge. There are 4 other judges and they would judge fairly enough, that Spencer could sense the winning on her bare tongue.

"Spencer!"

Spencer swapped her view from her boring noisy heels to the girl that was calling her from the front door of the Hall. She was wearing a stunning maxi black dress, with blue and turquoise sequins all over the dress, with laces sleeves covered her tanned skin. Aria.

"Favoured girl." Aria murmured.

Spencer made a little smile on the corner of her lips. She had been through a rough moments earlier. Isn't it funny, that a little silly thing could break the whole so-you-thought-perfect-supposed-to-be day?

Spencer spotted a rectangular card on Aria's bare hand. It was similar to the one that her sister had. Had to ruined her day. But it was different.

"So, who's the guy?" Spencer stared at the card. She knew from Ian that the selected boys from Rosewood received an invitation card, but in one condition; they have to choose a girl as their date to visit the Rosewood's so called Friendly Choir Tournament. Aria traced Spencer's gaze and found the card. She smiled a little, and Spencer could spot red marks on her cheeks.

"You figured it, Spence" Aria looked up to Spencer's eyes. She bit her bottom lips and she shook her head a little. From distance, Spencer could heard Michelle by The Beatles was played from inside. Every second counts and Aria had wasted minutes on playing Guess-Who with Spencer.

"Aria" Spencer stared at her own Guess sparkling mini watch she had worn earlier. It was a gift from her uncle in French for her 15th birthday. "I need to go. Rehearse time." She smirked.

Aria mouthed Oh, Rehearse quietly. She raised both of her thick eyebrows as Spencer walked towards the spinning doors of the Hall. She walked quickly to the rehearsal room. She had been here twice for rehearsals. So she had known where's whats and stuffs. The front hall was really pretty, covered with yellow dimmed Swarovski chandelier all over the room. And now, the room was filled with people she had barely known.

She pushed the door and went through it quickly.

"Sorry, Mrs. Fisher – I" Spencer gasped. Yesterday, the room was filled with Rosewood Obligated members, with spray cans and lipstick all over the floor. But now, it was filled with some random boys and girls she had never seen before in her life.

Spencer took a deep breath, she began to think Okay, Spencer Hastings just entered the wrong room. But it's okay she released her breath, and took deep one again Everyone made mistakes, except – Spencer Hastings.

She turned her body quickly, and she tried to push the door. She could even hear the silence all over the room, and eyes aimed at her. Is this what it supposed to feel like up on the stage? She gulped.

"Hey! Hey!" A man grabbed her arm, tried to stop her.

Spencer was stoned. She couldn't move at all. She had faced a terrible mood break down earlier, she found out that her good friend was taken over to the tournament while she got none – or too busy, and now she entered some random room where she supposed to be rehearsing for her solo in her own belonged obligated choir.

Spencer dared herself to turn her body to the man's direction. She had prepared some speech of apologize on her own head, which almost exploded.

"I must've entered the wrong room." Spencer said quickly it almost sounded like a failed British impressions. "No, no. It's okay." The man dragged Spencer to the center of the room. It was empty, as she remembered. But now it was jam-packed with red cushions, and the curtains were closed. The man held her hand tightly plus she was still stoned so it was almost impossible to run from there as soon as possible and met Mrs. Fisher quickly to rehearse their 'You've Got a Friend In Me' intro.

Her left sides could sense that the students were watching her like a prey. And they were all hungry hawks in the middle of empty dessert. She dared to all of the things that she had put through on her life, her SAT test, her Vice President position in Rosewood high, her stolen kiss from Ian when she knew that her sister loved him through her entire soul, and she did. She gazed through the students with their chunky matching outfits. And right on that second Spencer felt for the first time in her life she was overdressed in Rosewood.

"Guys!" The man with the curls clapped his hands at once. "I know we had something to deal with earlier." He looked down at the wooden floor as he was attending a cemetery. Spencer eyed the students in front of her, and for the world's sakes. They were the people, the competitor, that Rosewood Obligated against with.

"Puck had some private urinal problems earlier." Spencer jerked a little from the man. "And he had to miss the competition. But that's okay!" the man turned to Spencer. "We got our substitute, already!" he clapped.

Shoot.

Spencer wanted to yell. She run her minds quickly to find some any possible explanation for this. It had to be better than the one she used when her sister found out that she was making out with her sister's fiancé. But, Oh.

Spencer created a huge warm welcome-type-of-smile on her red cherry lips.

"So, um" The man flipped the papers he had been holding. "They didn't tell me your name."

Spencer shocked a little, she hadn't been preparing for this.

"Um, Ali" she couldn't believe she just said that name. "Alicia Peterson." She lied.

"Alicia!" he yelled. "Think we need to give her a warm welcome."

All of the students in front of her, mouthed 'Welcome Alicia' in same tone. She almost felt bad for lying because she had never thought that the team would've been this worse.

"But, she had been practicing our song right?" A petite girl raised her hand. "That would be very uncomfortable for me, and the rest of the team if she hadn't." She aimed her dark eyes to Spencer's.

"What song?" Spencer asked, curious. "I mean, I'm a fast learner." She tried once again.

"We're doing Pretty Young Thing plus Blame It On The Alcohol to add a sense of youth on it" The girl stood up and folded her hands. Note that down, Spencer. "Right, those are pleasantly selective choices." Spencer coughed. "Perhaps, you guys could performed it in here? So I could learn some of the moves, if you had some." She continued.

The girl aimed her I can't believe you look. But the man with the curls laughed as if Spencer were doing a stand-up jokes.

"I think that is a really good idea, Alicia!" he cried. "Okay, guys! Form your positions and we're doing it in 5.. 4..3.."

2..

1..

Perfect, Spencer.