As she subconsciously followed Sarah back to the dressing room, JC was practically in a trance trying to discern everything that had transpired. Who was that girl? CJ, obviously, but...who was she?
One thing was certain: JC's wish (or rather, Jon's wish) to be unable to accidentally make wishes hadn't quite made the cut. Sure, she wanted to resolve the situation, but hadn't really intended to wish away her problem by creating a life! Honestly, she should've known that would never have worked the way she wanted, because --
"Earth to Jay-Cee; come in, Jay-Cee! Where are you right now, babe?"
Oops.
JC snapped out of her haze, realizing that everyone but Sarah had left. The queen bee ballerina's hands were on her hips as she playfully taunted her spacey friend. JC couldn't help but laugh, hanging her head (and still being surprised when her long, applesauce-colored hair draped down around her face. Quickly, she leaned back and brushed it back over her shoulders instinctively.
"Sorry, sorry! It's just...it's been a day."
Sarah comically sighed in agreement.
"That is a fact, girl. I told Cindy to dismiss the classes after all that insanity; I'm pretty sure nobody's up for dancing anymore today. Well...I mean, not like this, anyway."
Sarah gestured at her ballet attire as she did an exaggerated pirouette to prove her point, and although it was intended to be humorous, JC felt her arousal begin to stir once again...
"...buuuut I was thinking that since it's Friday, you and I could hit the club for a little while before our parents freak! Whaddya say, should I call the girls?"
JC was again lost in thought, as she'd begun digging through her ballet bag (which, luckily, was monogrammed) to find out more about herself. Covertly, she'd located her wallet inside her purse and glanced at her driver's license. Jennifer Calloway, she thought. Well, that explains "JC," since my middle name appears to be "Leigh."
But was she really prepared to be JC?
