Isabella woke up in CC's bunk, confused for the first couple of moments, but then she remembered falling asleep next to CC. The bus was empty, and the sun had barely risen, but even so she got up. She changed into fresh clothes, before going to the practice room.

The rest of the day passed easily, probably because there was no performance that night. Isabella practiced, went for a walk, practiced again, had lunch with the others, practiced piano, and practiced dance again, before returning to the again-empty bus. The time was four 'o' clock, and she figured they had probably gotten cabin fever and had gone out somewhere. So she could be alone again.

But that was how she liked to be, strange as it was. She took comfort in the fact that there would be no one to listen to, no one to hide from. She had a pad of lined paper she had brought along with her, so that she could tell people things. Minor things, things that barely mattered. She couldn't possibly write down what she felt inside, they wouldn't understand her. At least, not Jake, Andy, Jinxx or Ashley. But CC might. She liked the other members of the band, but CC was different. Just like her.

But she was too different. She tore out a piece of paper and wrote at the top:
The Flaws of Isabella Crescendo

"Mute" she added to the list, "Weak-minded. Disobedient. Unforgiving. Ungrateful. Scarred. Afraid. Difficult." She put her head in her hands, before mouthing, "Without love."

She tore out more paper.

The Traits of My Perfect Lover:

-Smart
-Funny
-Against homophobia
-musically talented
-Affectionate
-Sweet

She wracked her brain for another. Then, she finally found it.

-CC xx