Dylan had big plans. As soon as he started high school, he began taking practice advanced placement exams for university.
He wasn’t terribly thrilled by his scores, though. Sky tried to remind him that he’d just begun high school. Maybe he’d be more ready for university when he was further in his current classes.
Dylan wasn’t terribly moved by this argument. He was ready to be grown up, and he was ready for it now. He began joining after school study groups to boost his placement scores.
Dylan even thought about it for a while.
Sawyer still seemed to be happiest alone in his room, grouping his blocks by color and building them into symmetrical geometric shapes.
Sky was having some success on socializing him, though.
He no longer pulled away when she held him, but when she tickled, it often took him a long time to remember to laugh.
Sky’s performance at the park pavilion was on that kind of creepy night that made your bones shiver.
Still, it was pretty well-attended.
She sang her heart out.
Crowd reaction was all over the map, from cheers to smiles to people checking their phones. Some of the listeners in the back might as well have been dead.
She made the second set into a Ghostwriter performance. The clouds opened up as she stepped down from the stage, but they’d played in worse. A lot of the crowd ran for cover, but the dedicated fans stayed to listen.
They had a new keyboardist now, Cliffton Hodgins, son of Sky’s long-suffering obstetrician Dr. Sebastian Hodgins.
At home, Dylan was now older enough to be in charge while Sky and Xia were out. He made sure Sawyer was in bed on time, but Abby was not about to let him boss her around. She stayed up playing queen until her parents came home. Dylan tried to ignore her and focus on his studies.
And then there were more Sing-O-Grams.
Her great-nephew Tomas Sample-Royale bought one to cheer up his roommate, Charlotte Stemple.
It seemed to be mostly a friend thing, since Charlotte most definitely preferred women.
Even with the lesbian community starved for new blood, Sky couldn’t muster the slightest attraction to Charlotte.
It was almost like they were sisters.
And then there was the time her bubble-maker exploded while she was performing for Faith Cagley.
Sorry about how dark the stage was. Once you’ve set up a stage for a performance, you don’t get another chance to edit it. I clearly did not light it up properly. I’m still trying to figure out how to do that.