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Eden: I’m thinking of trying to get into Harvard.
Faith: Wow.
Manuela: That’s… I’m so proud of you I can’t even tell you.
Eden: I’ll need extra cred, what with my… situation and everything. Hoping for at least a partial scholarship. And I’ll need to study my ass off.
Faith: Come here to Chicago and stay with us, babe.
Manuela: I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Fee.
Eden: Yeah, it’s not. The memories. Too much.
Faith: Oh, Eden.
Eden: Don’t you oh Eden me, Faith. I’m the luckiest girl alive, ok? I have you and Manu, I have everything I need. I just... I just need to stay in New York for a while.
Manuela: We’re here for you if you need anything, En.
Eden: Actually, I do need to pick your brains about a job offer I got the other day. It’s kind of a summer job and it would pretty much guarantee me a spot in Harvard. But I think I want to say no to them.
Manuela: Why?
Eden: First of all, it’s going to be five months. June to October. Counting practice and pre tour concerts, five and a half months easily. The actual touring is four months.
Faith: Wait a second, did you say ‘pre tour concerts’?
Manuela: Wait, what?
Eden: Yeah, it’s kind of an assistant job for a singer. The singer will be on tour.
Faith: OMG
Manuela: Will they need you for all of the tour?
Eden: It depends on the singer.
Faith: You’re killing me dead right now, En. Who is it? Is it someone we know? I’m dying, tell us!
Eden: I can’t tell anyone yet. It’s not final or anything…
Faith: Don’t press her, Manu.
Manuela: You are literally the one pressing her, Fee.
Faith: Well, is it a dude or a lady?
Manuela: Yeah, and does he have hot eyes?
Faith: Eyes can’t be ‘hot’. Other things are hot like bodies and lips and hair…
Manuela: How can you say that when I see you drooling over Issy Woo’s eyes all over Instagram?
Faith: That’s different. Issy’s eyes…They’re so blue and electric. It feels like you’re sinking into them when he locks eyes with you in one of his concerts. I mean, I would definitely faint if he ever looked at me. Oh wait, I’m so sorry En.
Manuela: Fee!
Faith: Sorry, sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to sound like an idiot.
