Finding Grace

"Bitch got fired!" I suddenly crowed in excitement, and turned to look at my roommate and favorite guitarist, Vale. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, feet propped on the coffee table as she painted them an electric blue.
Her long black hair was in a knot at the back of her head, and was in bath robe that had seen so many coats of nail polish spills it was starting to look like a colored canvas.
And I was pretty sure CC was in our shower.
"Who got fired?" she asked, huffing as she got polish on her skin.
"That bitch Ilana Kova lost her job at Rockstar Magazine after another artist threw a fit about her 'suggestive and rude remarks, as well as inaccurate information'!"
I had never been so excited about anyone ever getting fired, but I had swore I would never have anything to do with Rockstar Magazine after that article she wrote, and they'd called me several times wanting an interview.
I guess they finally realized the issue.
Rita Skeeter no more, I thought smugly.
Of course, I wonder what her spawn of a daughter Clara would be doing if she couldn't justify seducing the innocents of the rockstar world to get information out of them.
Like my poor brother, a pawn in her game, or my idiot boyfriend who'd slept with her before he became my boyfriend.
I should have hit her harder then I had.
"Well, it's about time, isn't it?" Vale yawned.
"Yes! I can't wait to tell Andy," I nabbed my phone, quickly dialing his number and pressing it against my ear. It was kind of early, only eleven, so I hoped he was awake. He answered, but I could tell I'd woken him up.
"Andy! Guess what?"
"What?" he mumbled sleepily, and I could hear the bed shift. "Yknow Rita --- er, Ilana Kova?"
"How could I not? You hate her."
"Yeah, well, bitch got fired!"
"Bitch got what?" He sounded so disoriented.
"I saaaaid she lost her job last week..Rockstar Magazine had to print a whole article apologizing to all the artists that were offended by her writing and hoping there were no hard feelings."
"Oh. Okay." he yawned, not sounding nearly excited enough. "That's cool, babe."
Why was no one as excited about this as me?
"Why are you not more excited?"
"I didn't go to bed until three," he grunted, "I'm tired."
"Why so late?"
"Ashley had a fight with his girl, came over, he's passed out on the couch."
With Morgan? Aww. If we weren't on break from studio I would've gone to talk to her about it, I really liked her.
I heard the shower cut off, meaning CC would probably stog through in a towel like this was officially his apartment that he paid rent for and bought groceries for and did laundry in.
I was not doing his laundry again. It had been scarring. "Babe, can I call you later?"
"Yeah, fine, go back to sleep," I told him, holding the magazine to the side of my face to block out CCs naked form as he tried to inconspicuously get to Vales bedroom; we must need towels washed.
"You know there's some under the sink," I called to him, and Vale snickered.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," I sighed. "Just get some rest."
"Cool. Bye, angel."
"Bye." I tossed my phone on the couch, and held the magazine closer to my face so I wouldn't have to squint. "Leah, why don't you get contacts or something?" Vale grumbled at me as she finished her toes. "You look demented when you squint at stuff like that. And you need to redye your roots."
I glared at her. "I will... Eventually."
She rolled her eyes. "Do you wanna go to the salon this afternoon? I need a cut and you need dyeing. Sherryl can probably squeeze us in if I ask nicely."
"Sure." I nodded. And honestly? I was tired of red streaks and blue streaks and all these intense colors in my hair. I wanted something a little darker this time, just to see if I liked it. Maybe black streaks?
Or maybe not that dark. Great, now I was thinking about the video, and I cringed internally. Andy was either going to flip a table when he saw it and me and Chris making out and slowly falling back onto a very uncomfortable bed, or he was going to freak and burn down the city when it looked like we took off all our clothes --- which we didn't, it was just camera angles. Maybe I should just mention it to him.
Or keep him distracted so he never sees it.
Or burn down the studio so the entire thing is lost.
The last option seemed more likely to me.
I glanced over as CC stepped out of the bedroom, fully dressed and ready to go.
"See ya later, babe," Vale leaned her head back for a kiss. "Bye, Leah!"
I sent him a wave, intent on reading the article about the demise of Cruella De Ville.
Yknow, it was only recently I realized her name was cruel devil.
Talk about a oblivious child, huh?
I really needed to start weaning myself off Disney movies.

Notes

Take that, Cruella! But do you really think Ilana Kova is done? And what about Clara? I doubt she's gone forever ;)