Camille sighed in a depressed manner as she walked back into the Palm Woods after another audition she bombed at. She was aiming for the role of 'Detective Cana' in the new upcoming television series: Crimes of Rodeo Drive. Unlike any of the other auditions she had tried out for, she wanted the leading part for the show so bad that she didn't sleep for three days, which were filled with her dramatic practices.

However, just like every audition, she failed. As Camille continued her way to her apartment, she sniffled and wiped her nose before she began crying again. No way could she let Jo or even Logan see her in a depressed state. That was not the Camille way.

The method actress sighed once more as she pushed a button that allowed the elevator that she was in front of to open. Camille entered and was about to press the 3rd-floor button when Carlos suddenly crashed inside the elevator with her with a never-fading grin.

"Hey, Camille!" He greets her.

"Hi, Carlos," she smiles lightly, not allowing her voice to rise with a natural flare she always had. The Latino didn't seem to notice as he pushed his button and his friend's.

After a moment after the doors closed, he started to make conversation to ease the awkward silence. "So, how'd you do on your audition?"

That broke her. Camille suddenly launched herself into the teen's arms and began to weep, taking the boy completely off guard. As she explained to him what had happened through nonunderstandable sobs, Carlos discretely pulled something from his pocket and transferred it to hers without the girl noticing.

Once the elevator doors opened for the second floor, the male had temporarily calmed the female. She had apologized to him, to which he said wasn't needed, and continued onto her floor after the boy left. Camille was embarrassed to have broken down in front of her friend in such a way but she knew that the boy wouldn't have judged her for her actions.

Finally arriving at her apartment, Camille quickly entered and went straight for her room. She sighed for what felt like the millionth time as she tossed her phone from her pocket and onto her bed but she then noticed a pink sticky note attached to it as well. Curious, she grabbed it and read what it had to say.

'And still, I rise,' it had said. Somehow, despite having a horrible audition that she might never surpass, she smiled at the note. Camille paused for a second before understanding the reason why she smiled in the first place. The note was simple, yet powerful. It inspires her to be better.

Though one question still bothered her.

Who left her the note?


Jo did not seem to be catching any breaks. Through the entire day she was pestered with constant interviews she needed to be in, kept screwing up her lines for her New Town High show, and, worst of all, she was still grounded from when she had snuck out with Kendall to break curfew again to look at the stars.

Sure, it was nice, but it didn't stop the growing stress building up.

"Sorry, Kendall, I'm still grounded… Yeah, okay… Talk to you soon, bye," Jo sighed as she ended the call with her boyfriend. Somehow, dating seemed to triple in difficulty over the past weeks. Her boyfriend was constantly called to the studio to work on his music with the band while she was busy with her acting.

They barely hung out, much less seen each other, for so long that she was nearly forgetting what Kendall looked like… Nah, who was she kidding? Jo snickered lightly. No one could forget someone with caterpillar eyebrows.

Her amusement didn't last as she was brought into reality once more as she felt another buzz from her phone. She pulled it out and only to frown when she received a message from her manager that they booked her for another interview and photoshoot in an hour.

"Well, might as well do something while I wait," she mumbled to herself as she stood in the lobby. Her eyes drifted to the smoothie stand in the pool area. 'That might clear things up in my mind' she thought. With a curt nod to confirm her decision, she walked toward that direction as she pulled out her wallet.

"Two smoothies, both strawberry," she heard a familiar voice order. She smiled up at the Latino, who was looking at her. "Hey Carlos, what's up?"

"Nothing much, how are you?" He asked with a smile. She sighed in stress, making him frown for a split second, though it was gone before she knew it.

"I've been busy all right and New Town High is booming," she rolled her eyes a bit. "I can't seem to catch a break, much less get some sleep."

"'M sorry to hear that," Carlos formed his lips to a straight line, then started grabbing something out of his pocket. "Well, you'll get through with it and it'll be soon."

"I sure hope so." At that moment, Carlos' two pink smoothies were up on the counter for the customer to take. The teen smiled, handed the man some money, and grabbed the drinks. He turned to the girl with a smile then handed a smoothie to her, making her eyes widen in surprise.

"No, Carlos, I can pay for one of my own, thanks for the offer but-" Carlos cut the girl off by handing the drink into her open hand, making her instinctively clutch it when she felt him letting it go.

"I don't need a second smoothie" was all he said before he walked off with another smile. She raised a curious eyebrow as she watched the boy disappear into the lobby. Jo then rotated the cup in her hands when she suddenly felt a piece of paper. Looking down, she looked at her drink to confirm her suspicion.

A yellow sticky note was stuck to the side of her drink, most likely mounted there from the condensation created from the cold drink. However, what surprised her even more, was what the note said.

'Tough times never last but tough people do… you could do it!' From what Jo could read from the poor handwriting. The teen looked at the worker.

"Did you put this here?" She asked him, only for him to shake his head in response then continue to work. Jo looked back at the note before grinning a bit.

Somehow, the little message repealed all the negative stress filled thoughts in her head. It made her smile in not only happiness but appreciation.

Appreciation for the person who gave her the note.


As usual, the Jennifers walked slowly with their theme song playing and a sudden breeze that brushed against them. However, they all immediately sighed and stopped their routine when no one was even paying attention to them. It had been that way for a while, either people are too busy to notice their sassy attitude or they didn't care.

That second option hurt worse than the first. Just the thought of not being noticed and no one caring about them nearly broke their confident and unbreaking exterior.

"We can't keep doing this!" Curly-haired Jennifer exclaimed once they all simultaneously ripped off their sunglasses. The three girls looked around Palm Woods park, scanning all the teens but realized that no one minded that they stopped their walk. In a more deflated tone, she continued, "It's like we don't matter to anyone anymore."

"Don't think like that," Blonde-haired Jennifer snapped, though the two others could see the hint of doubt in her eyes. "We're the Jennifers, everyone likes us… See, I'll show you."

Suddenly, the blonde walked up to a wandering teen and caught their attention. She, like always, placed her hand on her hip and cocked her head to the side to reveal her irritated expression. "What do you think of me?" She demanded.

"Like a normal girl?" The teen shrugged before walking away. The Jennifers froze at their spots with so much shock that they nearly believed the entire world stopped. They couldn't believe it. Never in a million years did any one of the Jennifers think that they didn't seem to be cared for or even seen any differently. They're not just a 'normal girl', they're the Jennifers! How could they? But then again… they all had the same name, they all had the same attitude toward others. What if they really aren't unique? What if they are just normal but had been trying to change themselves to hide that fact?

What if they are not special?

That simultaneous thought made them all burst into tears. They quickly hugged each other in pain and sorrow as more horrible negative thoughts continued to corrupt their heads. No one loved them! They're normal! No one even cares!

"Ladies, are you okay?" A familiar voice spoke up, their tone radiating concern. The Jennifers looked up through tears and ruined makeup to a worried Latino, who was looking at them all individually to try and find an answer to what was going on.

They couldn't help it but to run to him and hug the boy as they sputtered what they were feeling. The Jennifers felt strong arms hold onto them as they vented. Although they wouldn't admit it out loud, they felt secure in his arms, knowing that it was only his overall caring nature. Somehow, it made them sob even harder knowing that the teen was more unique than them just by being himself, while they had to be fake and were the fanciest clothes just for people to notice them.

Secretly, the slightly taller teen pulls out three individual sheets and sticks them onto each of the girls' purses.

After a few minutes of no talking, the Jennifers calmed down and pulled away. What surprised (and saddened) them was that the Latino wasn't acting desperate for their attention. Currently, he didn't want their love, they knew that. He was only staying to be a shoulder to cry on.

"Sorry, Carlos," Brunette-haired Jennifer apologized for their sudden moment of weakness as she, and the other two, wiped their eyes.

"It's okay," he smiled softly. He noticed that they felt a little awkward so he nodded. "I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but I hope you'll feel better."

With that, he left the reluctant Jennifers. The three sighed once again, feeling lonely and depressed. They were about to leave when Curly-haired Jennifer saw a note stuck to their leader's purse.

"Hey, what's that?" She pointed it out. Blonde-haired raised an eyebrow when she noticed that the question was toward her and looked down at her purse, only be confused even more. She pulled the note off and stared at it.

"You have one too!" Brunette-haired Jennifer suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the other's purse, who looked and grabbed it.

"You too," Blonde-haired Jennifer pointed to the second, who pouted her lip in confusion as she grabbed it as well. They stood in a triangle as they read their notes out loud. "'Prove them wrong...'"

"'Do it with passion or not at all…'"

"'What sets you apart can sometimes feel like a burden and it's not. And a lot of the time, it's what makes you great.'" They all looked at each other before re-reading it quietly. Now understanding, they couldn't help but smile.

The simple notes warmed their hearts and lifted their spirits. Maybe… they will prove others wrong to be more than normal. It's what they love to do, other than work. It was their passion. With all the negative thoughts gone, they were left with one important question;

Why would someone leave them this?