(6:00 AM, Meant To Be house. Emma wakes up)
Emma: What a beautiful day! I'm not goin' outside though.
Ballerina: Oh come on!
Dancer: Yeah. It's a beautiful day, why can't you go outside?
Emma: Because I have to check if Melanie released a new song.
Natalia: Do you have to?
Alyssa: Good morning boys, girls, couch. Especially couch.
Emma: What's her deal?
Natalia: She just wants to sit down.
Ballerina: Emma, you realize that Melanie can't release songs every day on Spotify, I mean-
Emma: OH MY GOD IS MELANIE DEAD?
(Everyone is quiet a moment. Ballerina raises her eyebrows)
Ballerina: No! She's not dead. She's working on Mrs. Potato Head or something.
Emma: Or something, like writing a tweet so she can fool people that she's dead!
Ballerina: Okay, I'm done. Someone drag her outside. Get her into clothing, we need to go to school now.
Alyssa: On it!
(drags Emma out of bed)
Alyssa: Oh my god, you're heavy.
(Sing It! Academy, 10:00 PM, Gym)
Gym Teacher: ALRIGHT YOU COUCH POTATOES. TODAY WE'RE PLAYING DODGEBALL, SO DON'T BE A RATTY LIL B***HES AND GET IN YO' PLACES
Ballerina: Oh my god, not this...
Kylie: Ditto, Bal. I got a scolding yesterday from Mrs. Toughkeeper because I didn't get a pound of applesauce like she told me to.
Ballerina: Why did she want you to-
(Kylie covers Ballerina's mouth)
Kylie: If you ask that question, you might get a ball thrown at you...
Mrs. Toughkeeper: Ready... DODGE AND THROW!
(The students start throwing the balls over the gymnasium. Ballerina gazes as Ember surreptitiously hurls a ball at her. Ballerina gets out of the way as the ball smacks a girl in the bottom. The gym is silent.)
Emma: WOO! SHE'S DOWN!
(The gym cheers, as Ballerina crouches out of the mess and takes deep breaths. She thinks....)
Ballerina: Oh my god... that was close, Ember almost got me, and Emma... Emma?
(She sees Emma just as a ball is hurled at her)
Ballerina: OH MY GOSH EMMA
(Ballerina charges straight into the mess, but it's too late)
Melody: OH MY GOD, EMMA! NO!
Ember: Somebody get the nurse, or the gym teacher.
Onion: On it!
Ballerina: How the heck did you get here?!
Onion: Uh... I'M IMAGINARY!
(Meanwhile, Emma wakes up, but not in the place she was expecting)
Emma: Where am I?
(Emma hears an "It's a girl!" and sits up. The doctor screams)
Doctor: HOLY HANNAH! HOW IS THIS A TEENAGER-LIKE BABY?
Emma: I can explain... I...
(somehow starts crying)
Ballerina: Ugh, what a cry baby... sorry, doc.
Emma: How did I get here? Why did I just get out of Ballerina's va-